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  1. Become a spartan, go full VAT!

     

     

    Jokes aside, you could become Damien Hightower's bastard son. Would give me a reason to play that character again too :D

     

    I'll try going full VAT :P And I'm game for playing Damien's bastard son. Just send me a PM on Skype and we'll work out details.

     

    Make a dwarf!

     

    I'd be game to make a Dwarf too; two characters would keep things fresh to be sure. I'd likely pick one or the other though when the time comes (assuming I become interested in one character over the other). Lefty, got any ideas on how to begin in the Dwarf community?

     

    A passive Mexican maid.

     

    "No, Theosuela clean now."  :megustacreepy: 

  2. Greetings, members of LoTC!

     

    It's been a while since I've made a post, showed activity, or even gone onto the forums. I've lost interest in the server to be frank, so I took a hiatus. Now, I'm bored of IRL activities again, so it's time to make a reappearance. I've thought about it, and I think the reason why I couldn't remain on LoTC was because I was not enjoying the RP. 

     

    Enough about me; I was hoping that, if anyone on this server needs a character played (this would be a permanent character, not a one-time-appearence character), I could fill such a position. I would preferably begin as a child, and the parents of said child would RP me as a baby on a regular basis before I make an actual appearance. WARNING: If I cannot get interested in the RP, I may not continue to play as the character, and this character will be /MY/ character should I choose to play it (in other words, I inevitably determine who my character turns out to be). I look forward to hearing any replies or offers, and I hope to hear from you all soon. Thanks!

  3. Danny, it's a sad day when the server sees someone such as you leave the server; you were a friend to all, a phenomenal admin, and the sacrifices you made have not gone unnoticed. You have bettered the server immensely, and though I myself am no longer as active as I once was, I can say that you are by far one of the greatest things to happen to this server. Best of luck in all your endeavors, and I'm sad to see you go.

  4. -snip-

     

     

    The parrot must be getting tired with all the applicants, and it swoops in with a tired caw with the scroll in hand. It pecks at your eye after it drops the scroll, and simply flies off.

     

    "Ya' be accepted laddie! Come find me and me crew somewhere in Malinor. Chances are, we be der' must' of da' time."

  5. -snip-

     

    The infamous parrot that has already visited so many individuals regarding their applications once more flaps its wings through the brisk, crispy air of Anthos. A loud squawk overhead alerts you to the presence of the bird, just as it excretes feces, landing next to you, and dropping a scroll on top of your head.

     

    "Welcome to da' crew! Come meet me in Malinor and we can talk 'bout the crew. I'll hand ya' a map to where we been campin'. Gawd speed to ya'!"

  6. A few poorly written notes are scattered across the Cloud Temple, Abresi, Malinor, and other smaller settlements. They are written in charcoal and don't appear to be written by someone who knows common tongue very well.

     

    "I want wood. Give wood to me. I give you 32 mina for each wood ((32 minas per stack)) of wood. Gimme wood. I want wood. I pay good. You give me wood. I pay for wood. No more business after. Gimme wood. Make sure oak. No other wood. Thank you. Send word to me. Bulldog. Captain Bulldog. McLoughlin. Bye."

     

    Somewhat confused as to how someone could write so poorly, you shrug, wondering if you'll take up the offer.

  7. -snip-

     

    Captain McLoughlin obtains the letter off the coast of Malinor, as he does not yet posses a working boat, nor does he have a known location anyone could find him at. He takes it, reads it, and crumbles it into a ball.

    "I ain't no man's butch! Ain't now way I gonna' work for one of dem' nobles of Renatus or whatever tey' be callin' demselves nowadays!"

  8. -snip-

     

    Captain Bulldog begins to chuckle loudly as his newly found friend lays anchor off the shores of the island. After the Lumberjack dives into the water to stumble out, soaking wet, to greet McLoughlin, the two share witty repartee and thoroughly impress the other. Both seemed quite contented by the other. As they began to talk more, they began to create plans. 

     

    "Aye, tis' a good idea' Lumba'jack!" said McLoughlin, a wicked smile already spread across his face. Everything was coming together.

  9. ((MC Name)): bignsxxy

    ((RP)) What be yar’ name?: Orei

    What are yer’ past jobs, laddie?: Military Engineer, Lock Smith, and business man.

    Ya’ best not be with a nation! (Affiliation):  None

    What kinda’ thingy are ya’? (Race): Wood Elf

    How old are ya’, ya’ luuk’ like a lil’ tyke!: 127

    ((Link to VA’s)):

    http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/98569-bignsxxys-final-va-attempt-account-va/

    Tell me yer’ story. (Short Biography): I was born in Kingston, and tried to return to Malinor with big ideas, but was shunned. I fought with the orcs in the desert against the Crusaders of Oren, and built them weapons from which I learned while studying in Vaerhaven.

    What be yer’ reasons for joining, ya’ best not be one of dem’ navy sodomites!: Trying to rid myself of people after me.

    ((Timezone)): est

    ((Skype)): mr.meaty28

     

    The same parrot that arrived for the other candidate arrives, another scroll rolled up in its talons. It squawks loudly before dropping the note onto you from above, causing you to look up in alarm. You unfurl the scroll and read the words.

     

    "I apologize, laddie, but we ain't lookin' fer' no "businessmen" err' dem' "Engineers." We Buccaneers be simple folk, and we are not in need of your talents. We need fighta's, not whatever ya' are. Best of luck bein' an engineer lad!"

  10. ((MC Name)): Knyghtfalcon
     
    ((RP)) What be yar’ name?: Irene Willow Ovain
     
    What are yer’ past jobs, laddie?: Mercenary
     
    Ya’ best not be with a nation! (Affiliation): Nay, I'm not part of any nation. 
     
    What kinda’ thingy are ya’? (Race): High Elf
     
    How old are ya’, ya’ luuk’ like a lil’ tyke!: Twenty Five 
     
    ((Link to VA’s)): ((Accepted for 1ab/2bc/3/4))
     
    Tell me yer’ story. (Short Biography): I grew up in the human city of Kingston, after being left by my elven parents. I grew up with the Ovain family, a family of brigands, corrupted officials and murderers. From the day I was born to the day I turned Nineteen, I lived with them. I grew up trained to fight and to survive in the world we live in. I left after that, and went off to become a mercenary, the line of work suited me quite well. Although recently I've become bored, so here I am writing this.
     
    What be yer’ reasons for joining, ya’ best not be one of dem’ navy sodomites!: The Adventure, excitement, and fighting.
     
    ((Timezone)): EST
     
    ((Skype)): Knyght.falcon

     

    A parrot's wings flap in the distance, slowly growing louder as it nears the sender of the application. It squawks loudly in your ear as you approach it, unfurling the small scroll tied upon its ankle.

     

    "Welcome aboard, lassie! Yer' tah' contact meh', Captain McLoughlin, as soon as possible!"

  11. Captain McLoughlin begins to shout into the wind as he stands upon the rocky shores of his home. 

     

    "Yar har har and a fiddle dee dee! The lands of Anthos ain't neva' seen the likes of me!"

     

    He begins to rub his hands together, excitement overwhelming him.

     

    "Oh, this is gonna' be much fun, aye! All the gold, treasha', and wenches we could want will soon be ours! Har, we'll be fawkin' butches till the sun sets ova' da' red sea!"

  12. THE SUMMER STORM BUCCANEERS

     
    History:

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    The story of the Summer Storm Buccaneers begins not so long ago, in a not so distant nation, with a not so strange tale, and a not so strange origin. The true specialty of the buccaneers lay not with their story, but with their actions; the most diverse, psychopathic crew to ever roam the seas. They had no desire in the world except wealth, power, and women. They were corruption and its finest, and the definition of gluttony.

     

    These Buccaneers once possessed a ship of mighty proportions, but lost said ship on the rocky shores of their current home. They have built a much mightier ship in its stead, and are happier now that they have obtained somewhere to hide their loot. None dare challenged the Buccaneers, lest they be defeated at the hands of its mighty crew. The very first Captain of these buccaneers is known as Captain "Bulldog" McLoughlin, and his first mate is the powerful Vane, a fierce sailor.

     

    -- More History Will Be Added as it Occurs --

     

    Boat Pictures:

    [To be added once we have a boat]

     

    Goals:

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    Gold, gold and more gold! Are ya’ stupid or something! We’re fawkin’ pirates! We kill, we pillage, we slaughter, we drink, we sail away, and then we sleep around. Figured ya’ woulda’ known what a fawkin’ pirate is!

     

    And fer’ those who wish tah’ see our home, y’all have to become trusted by us, but luckily we gottta’ map for ya’ ta’ look at! Enjoy!

     

     

    Guidelines:

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    --OOC--

    As pirates, we understand we must be vulgar, however I myself and many other members of the community have a gross detestment of swear words, as they are fairly crude and fail to create a family-friendly environment. All those who apply are greatly encouraged to use these instead of certain curse-words in order to produce a fun environment for everyone:

     

    F**k - Fawk

    S**t - Sheet

    A*s - Arse

    B***h - Butch

     

    (Also, never use N-Word. We all know what it is and we all know never to say it.)

     

    The crew are expected to be active on Skype and give the Captain heads up should they have to be away for a while. We expect crewmates to be polite to one another, and keep LOOC to a minimum in game.

     

    --RP--

    Guidelines!? The fawk you talkin’ bout’ ya’ dumb sheet! We’re motha’ fawkin’ pirates, not some lilly-lickin’ land lubbers! Whadda’ I luuk’ like to ya’, a bureaucrat!? Get off yer’ high horse and sink to the level of us normal people, ya daft’ butch. Aeriel almighty, ya’d think the dumb fawk came out of a well! Rules for pirates! Hahahaha!

     

    The Crew:

     

    Captain McLoughlin “Bulldog”: Jtheo2016 

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    Race: Adunian

    Age: 25

    Biography: Captain McLoughlin, since the day he was born, wanted to be a Prince. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize the position was filled, so Piracy was the next best thing. Eventually, he became so loved by his peers amongst the crew for his inability to take any situation seriously and his overall generosity, when the time came to overthrow the old Captain, there was no resistance when McLoughlin was nominated. He has sailed the seas ever since.

     

     

    Price: Icelifreakx 

    Race: Human

    Age: 35

    Picture: -To Be Added-

    Biography: Price is an old bandit/peddler/gambler/prostitute/thief/vandal/lumberjack/money-laundere/broker/hatter and now he is trying out for a Pirate. He usually smells like mold and rum, and you don't ever want to touch his hair; Wild things reside there.

    The Lumberjack: Ziko99 

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    Race: Human

    Age: 29

    Biography: -To Be Added-

     

    First Mate Draeren: Draeren 

    Race: Elf

    Age: 74

    Picture: -To Be Added-

    Biography: -To Be Added-

     

    “That Guy” Corvo the Pale: ventus2 

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    Race: Half Elf

    Age: 60

    Biography: Corvo was a small child until his father left him he then went to go become a king so his father would come back to meet him, however he met Price and became a bandit. Then he became a slaver out of greed and has now learned magic. He never saw his father and doesn't know if he will ever again. There. That’s his bio. Go read the other crew’s bios, this one is pitiful.

     

    Lucas Arkshan II: MinecraftMish 

    Race: Impure High-Elf

    Age: 67

    Picture: -To Be Added-

    Biography: Born, corrupted by a sorcerer, learnt magic, became an assassin, works as an assassin and pirate with the crew.

     

    Mangel: Beast720 

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    Race: Human

    Age: 21

    Biography: A Native Shaman of an unknown tribal people, Mangel was part of the Broken Tooth Clan. However, dire times have fallen on him as the rest of his Clan was slaughtered by the White People while he was off receiving word for the god's. Now stuck on his own, Mangel must survive. To do this he is joining with Pirates and Bandits to ensure his survival, adapting to their way of life.

     

    Punisher Lommpy: maskman2303 

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    Race: Human

    Age: 38

    Biography: Was poor. Was bandit. Was corrupted. Was Hatter. Now Pirate. ‘Nuff said, now let’s RP! 

     

    Salavin: TheFireAce 

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    Race: High Elf

    Age: 52

    Biography: Salavin grew up a fairly normal life, he had his mother, father, and his older brother Tanion. They grew up on a farm not far from Malinor, His mother was a baker for a nearby village and his father worked at the bakery as well and ran the front counter. His older brother was only four years older than him, and was on of, if not the most chaotic of children. Years went by, his parents eventually made him move out and he began to start wandering as he grew up, stealing things rather than working. He never really had a home and enjoyed the scenery. He made his way to Abresi many years later at the age of fifty-two, where he has decided to stick around, at least for a while.

     

    Gor’lekk Ly’di: Treshure 

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    Race: Orc

    Age: 64

    Biography: Gorlekk has grown up an orphan from his childhood all the way up to adulthood. Learning how to fend for himself, he quickly caught on to Blah and Common. A rather violent individual that tends to resort to violence as a solution for everything. Coming in contact with a good friend of his, she has begun to teach him the ways of a Shaman. (Tier 1 Elementalism.) He has an incredible thirst for things out of the ordinary, loves stealing things and making money, so Pirate-ness would suit him.

     

    Dirty Walter Minstrap: PicassoPotato

    Race: Human

    Age: 29
    Biography:
     
    Walter never really knew his father.
    He grew up in the Abresi Docks in a small one-room hovel above a notorious tavern. Walter never really knew what was going on. He played pirates round the back alleys with the son of a brothel worker. Walter was always in awe of the massive ships that always came into the docks, carrying various cargo for the city. His life of crime started young, from the age of seven, when he and his friend Basil snuck into the hold of a trading vessel and found the basalt. They thought it was a magical cargo and excited as young boys usually are, they tried taking it. Unfortunately, they moved it two feet before some sailors came down to investigate and found the two of them, quite literally, with their trousers down. They used their belts to try and lift the rock, silly fools. Anyway, somehow Walter got out with his life. He could not say the same for Basil. The next morning he was found facedown in a sewer, his body stripped of everything. As Walter grew older, he got work on a merchant ship as a ship hand. This is where he learnt to sail. They sailed around Anthos selling salted pork to various races. He has a Kharajyr scimitar he stole from a trade gone bad. He also has a claw scar and a a preserved paw around his neck, for what reason it is unknown. In the end, the Pig's Sternum (odd name for a ship, I know) docked. 


    Irene Willow Ovain: KnyghtFalcon 

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    Race: High Elf
    Age: 25
    Biography: I grew up in the human city of Kingston, after
    being left by my elven parents. I grew up with the Ovain family, a family of
    brigands, corrupted officials and murderers.  I turned Nineteen, I lived with them. I grew up trained to fight and to survive in the world we live in. I left after that, and went off to become a mercenary; the line of work suited me quite well, although recently I've become bored, so
    here I am writing this.

     

    Owen Teague: racker2008

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    Race: Human

    Age: 40

    Biography:  Owen had originally started out as a sailor in the Orenian navy, he sailed amongst his fellow sailors on the Snapdragon, however during an attack by pirates that was quickly defeated, he decided that the life of an average sailor is worthless to Owen. Owen decides to leave the navy and join a group of "privateers", his captain Tiberius Pentecost, or "The Science Pirate" had made Owen first mate, however, Owen's crew did not have a ship nor did they know hot to build one. It ultimately lead to the decision of Owen and his fellow pirates to convince the Gallmorian leaders that they were in fact former navy men, the Gallmorian's believed and made Owen and his fellow crewmembers part of the Gallmorian navy, Owen and his crewmembers took advantage of this and stole one of the Gallmorian Vessels, they sailed away from Gallmore and hid in the wilds, wanted posters soon came up however that mean't nothing to Owen. However after the "Science Pirates" not doing anything, they had not pillaged or raided anything, Owen decided to leave, also to the fact that the rest of the crew disappeared, he felt his decision was justified and fair, currently Owen is wandering in search of a new crew.

     

    Sir Rokkur Elithereach: Tadmonster

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    Race: Human (Adunian)
    Age: 28-30ish
    Biography: Rokkur grew up on a farm, tended to animals, and saw animal mistreatment in Kralta when he grew up. He decided to liberate all animals and people in pain and suffering. He became a guard, then Knight of Adunia, and enjoys making honey, brews, and other concoctions. Somehow, he became a pirate, and is loving it.

     

    Borak Sludgebeard: Mririshboys

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    Race: Human

    Age: 45

    Biography: Borak was born at sea. He stayed at sea. He became the sea. He thought everything at sea was his. He was a bad man. He was also a very lazy man who didn’t enjoy writing decent biographies.

     

    Application:

    ((MC Name)):

    ((RP)) What be yar’ name?:

    What are yer’ past jobs, laddie?:

    Ya’ best not be with a nation! (Affiliation): 

    What kinda’ thingy are ya’? (Race):

    How old are ya’, ya’ luuk’ like a lil’ tyke!:

    ((Link to VA’s)):

    Tell me yer’ story. (Short Biography):

    What be yer’ reasons for joining, ya’ best not be one of dem’ navy sodomites!:

    ((Timezone)):

    ((Skype)):

  13. *A few posters are scattered throughout the Cloud Temple, the Dwarvern city, Malinor, and just outside the High Elven city of Hael'unor. The posters depict a crude sketch of armor, and it seems to be shaded in with yellow dye, possibly meaning the armor is golden. A skull is drawn under the armor, and under the skull is a long line of text filled with information and a description of the armor.*

     

    I, Warden Mentecor of the Lumi'drim, have recently slain the Skeleton Commander of the beasts of the North. I successfully acquired his armor, and have hidden it in a secret place where none will find it. As this same creature was found with other, unmentionable dark objects which have already been dealt with, I believe mages may be able to acquire certain knowledge from it, or perhaps a warrior might enjoy using this armor. I also own the sword of said Skeleton Commander, so if you would like to buy this too, feel free to do so, however I may keep it to deal with monstrosities of the supernatural kind. The starting bid for the armor is 500 Minas, and for the blade, 300 minas is the minimum bid I will accept. Due note that I cannot receive any mail currently, as my mailbox seems to have been broken by vandals ((something glitched; I'll get it fixed later)). Please respond to my posters by directing your letters to the Malinor Stables, as I will easily find them there. I look forward to being contacted,

    - Warden Mentecor

     

    ((OOC Disclaimer: This armor is not enchanted, nor is the blade. They have no special properties, though I could likely ask the person who ran the event if I could get the armor/blade specially named so that they're "special." This armor is more of an artifact than anything else, and it is slightly damaged (I had to attack/kill him to get the armor) so don't expect any special, magical armor OOC. Thanks!))

     

  14. Aha, "Moo" is catching on. I'll try adding some of your suggestions to the guide, however, when I said lose all the time, that was more of a hyperbole to exaggerate my point. Regardless, thanks for all the positive reviews! You lot know how to make a guy feel good! 

    (And if I see one more person forget to put "moo" I swear to Aeriel someone's gonna' get blacklister [VAT Aboose])

  15. Several posters are nailed to buildings throughout the city of Malinor; each one bears the sigil of the Lumi’drim. The well made posters seem very durable, and hold a bounty of information for the reader.
     
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    Your protectors, the Lumi’drim, seek to protect you even further. We will not make the mistake of underestimating petty criminals and other dangerous foes. In an effort to reduce crime and further reward our guards for work well done, the leaders of the Lumi’drim have devised a system in which you, the people, can aid us to eliminate any threat to Malinor. 
     
    A chest has been placed outside the barracks of the Lumi’drim near the main gate (the gate nearest the well). In this chest, citizens of Malinor may place books filled out with certain information; the information must be relevant to criminal activity. For example, should a denizen bear witness to a crime taking place, they may fill out a slip of paper ((a book)) with the following information:
     
    ((RP)) Name:
    Appearance (Hair color, eye color, gender, etc.):
    Accusation:
    Surplus Bounty:
     
    The Surplus Bounty is an extra amount of money someone can offer for the imprisonment of a criminal; often times, the March-Warden and Wardens will place a bounty on it themselves relative to the crime, however a Surplus Bounty can give extra incentive to guards and thus speed along the process. Surplus Bounty is not necessary, but highly recommended.
     
    Please use the chest frequently, as it will greatly aid the process of eliminating crime in Malinor. Thank you, 
    - the Lumi’drim
     
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  16. OOC:
    MC name: Jtheo2016
    Skype name: stealersfan1997
    Timezone: USA, EST
     
    IC:
    Of what race are you?: Wood Elf
     
    Of what age are are you?: 28
     
    What combat experience do you have?: None; I usually take the position of a scholar of management, as I lack prowess with weaponry. As I lack skills with the sword, I feel I could excel in the area of archery, though I'd need practice.
     
    Do you belong to any other orders or guilds?: No.
     
    Do you swear on the Mali people to uphold peace and order in the Elven nation?: Of course, yes.
  17. Choice 1: Headmaster of College/Scribe
    Choice 2 (if applicable): Ambassador
    Choice 3 (if applicable): Captain of Navy ((Heard position was open and in need of filling. Figured I’d offer my help!))
    Please note that any of these three lower council positions would sate my hunger to aid Malinor. I do not seek power; I seek only to aid my brothers and sisters.
    ((MC name)): Jtheo2016
    (RP) Name: Mentecor
    Race: (Suspected) Wood Elf
    Age: 28
    Gender: Male
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    Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you: No living relatives.
    ((Please state your time zone)): United States, EST
    ((Please state your average playing time)): 
    - Weekdays, 0-3 Hours
    - Weekends, 3-5 Hours
    ((Please state why we can trust you with this job)): To be frank, I’ve always been trying to get into politics RP without the necessity of becoming a Human noble, and this seems the best solution. I like to consider myself casual friends with many of the leaders within the Malinor Nation and wish to strengthen said friendships. I feel that RPing in one of these positions is the next big step in increasing my RP abilities and providing more fun for other players. I understand while the title “VAT” may spark images of my character being a psychopath ICly that wishes nothing more than to overthrow the government, I can guarantee that will not happen. As proof, I've already risen the ranks of the Lumi'drim in an attempt to prove my character's worth. I am active both on the forums and IG, and I have helped in progressing Malinor's success with my ideas. I really believe I can be trusted with this job. I really hope I can join in on the roleplay, and I look forward to hearing back from you!
    ((Do you use skype?)): Yes
    ((How long have you been on the server?)): Aproximately 2 years (A little bit longer I think)
    ((Why, as a player, do you wish to join the lower council?)): I mainly wish to join the lower council for RP sake and to get involved with Elven culture, however another large part of why I wish to get involved is to reintroduce a Golden Age of the Elves back in Aegis, back when the Elves wielded a massive army of Wardens that even struck fear into the Orcs. As a Warden of the Lumidrim already, joining the Lower Council is the next big step for my character's progression. 
    What nation do you reside in, if any: None.
    Do you hold any allegiances to other nations and or organizations/guilds? If so state them, and their nature: None as of present.
    Do you have any work experience, if so where and what: Very little work experience; I have worked as a scribe before, though I have not spent extensive allotments of time in it. I am fairly young for an Elf, and I hope my age can be looked past, thus I lack much work experience. Everyone must start somewhere though, correct?
    Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses: No criminal record.
    Why do you feel you are suited for Job Choice 1: I prefer to consider myself an intellectual above all else. I am not one for swordplay or intense combat, though I am not entirely inclined to drift from these areas either. As a College Headmaster I could excel, and as a Scribe, the preferable of the two, I could soar. I pride myself in my writing and believe my talents would be well spent within the Princedom.
    If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 2: As an Ambassador, I’d be able to absorb other cultures and diffuse the better aspects throughout Mali culture. I find myself fairly persuasive when speaking with others, and I can easily switch from speaking with long, eloquent words to short, simple phrases. While I’d be more fitted as a scribe, an Ambassador would be another close match for me.
    If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 3: I may not actually be suitable for Naval Captain, and I only added it as I heard one was needed. While I might not be good on the open seas, I would certainly be helpful in handling paperwork for commissioning ships, managing soldiers and sailors, checking supplies that need transport, and other such activities. I could likely learn to navigate well and absorb the typical “sea jargon,” thus I feel while I am not yet fitted to be a Captain, with training I could be. However, I already have some very useful leadership skills which I've acquired as a Warden of the Lumidrim.
    State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here: I look forward to reading your reply! I hope that, despite my age, my application will be looked at thoroughly, and I can assure you that you will find no Elf who will try harder and work more vigorously for the Princedom. Best regards, -Mentecor.
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