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I could probably incorporate that with Damien Hightower's bastard son thing; abandoned at the Orphanage out of shame.

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. 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? "No, Theosuela clean now."

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!

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.

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."

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'!"

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.

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!"

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.

First!

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!"

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!"

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!"

THE SUMMER STORM BUCCANEERS History: 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: 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: The Crew: Captain McLoughlin “Bulldog”: Jtheo2016 Price: Icelifreakx The Lumberjack: Ziko99 First Mate Draeren: Draeren “That Guy” Corvo the Pale: ventus2 Lucas Arkshan II: MinecraftMish Mangel: Beast720 Punisher Lommpy: maskman2303 Salavin: TheFireAce Gor’lekk Ly’di: Treshure Dirty Walter Minstrap: PicassoPotato Irene Willow Ovain: KnyghtFalcon Owen Teague: racker2008 Sir Rokkur Elithereach: Tadmonster Borak Sludgebeard: Mririshboys 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)):

Excited!

It would be a pleasure to meet with you; I will contact you as soon as possible, however I am fairly busy with my duties within the military, and it may be a while. ((Typed on iPhone, apologies for errors))