Volutional

Just to reiterate. I /do/ support this idea.

You know. The moment I see Mockingjays and Katnip wannabees will be the day I regret saying I like this idea.

I retract my order of french fries and sanction. I prefer to stay on the island; Things are improving.

http://soundcloud.com/volutional/lord-of-the-craft-official-8 Pride Content I - Who are the Dunjal? II - Where do we reside? III - How do you join us? IV - Who leads the Dunjal? V - Who will lead the Dunjal? VI - Who is among the Dunjal? I - We are the Dunjal, and we are unity As one, we have now secured the location of the docks. We are the guardians of the Eastern shore. And we are those self tasked with it's defense. Us Dunjal are the core of what you know as trade. We use our ships to barter with the apes for their wares, and us for ours. Other prides lay claim to our rightful waters, but it is us who first built upon it. We border Therkul, who are among the housing district, and the resourcing area is yet to be claimed. But whomever does so, we shall border with too. Currently, we hold no hostility to the other prides of Karakatua. And change is something we wish to avoid. But should rivalries spark, we shall quell the fires with the sea. Metztli's waters shall rock and knock, until only Dunjal remains in the ruin of our enemies. II - We are of the Shore The Dunjal reside upon the Eastern Dock and Shoreline. We guard it, and we reenforce it. Ro'Vaajza lies next to Metztli's Blessing. And it is there that we conduct our trade and discuss our future. We uphold the Va'Khajrian way in this region. Those who defy us answer to the Tlatlanni, not us ourselves. Those who feel too hasty to meet our mighty leader shall crumble into ashes upon pyres in Metztli's narrow ocean. There is only one way the apes shall float, and that is away. III - You must be ready, right and proud to be Dunjal Kittens, cubs and adults alike, undergo their trials. That is all we ask of any Dunjal-to-be. We are not ape, we hold no oath or no bond. We are family, Kharajyr. We hold Metztli's blood in our river-like bodies, and the water of her existence in our eyes. We see because she allows us, and those who wish to be Dunjal see this way too. If those who approach us share our goals, and aims. They are Dunjal before they are even asked. To join the Dunjal, one must only approach it's mane, and stroke across the question until it is answered. IV - The mane is what Kharajyr would call him, or her. But we call them our blood. That is all. Blood of Metztli, yes. But most of all, blood of Dunjal. Dunjal was begun by the once proud Sa'Quorak. Now disgraced, Dunjal is yet to announce it's next leader. This process is difficult, as Quorak's seed lies in ruin and dishonor. Only one of purer waters can lay claim to the seat of Dunjal. There is one, however. And that is I, Sa'Yaotli of Dunjal. Son of Muorak, who was brother of the First Mane. So, with blood; Sa'Yaotli is the rightful Mane of Dunjal. However, this may be disputed in the coming days, or weeks. Enough time to assemble. V - The Blood of Dunjal is washed by the waters of Metztli. It is only they who can lead. Dunjal is such because it is pure. Pure of ape, and pure of corruption. There is a reason that Sa'Quorak did not sow his seed. It is because he knew that should he have, Dunjal would be in ruin. The children of the Mane are to be pure upon birth, or they can be denied the seat of Dunjal. This is done by those within the pride itself. They decide whether their leader is pure; Not Metztli, and not the Tlatlanni. Dunjal is of choice and of pride. Nobody can choose it but their own. VI - Currently, it is unknown Dunjal has been spread. The dispersing of the Prides has left Dunjal in a state of disrepair. Until a new leader is plucked from the sands of Karakatua; Dunjal has no true members. Unless they rise and claim a leader. And hopefully the right one. A book of the current status of Dunjal, written by Sa'Yaotli of Dunjal

If my opinion counts, I say you guys should sanction. Have Metztli be upset or something, the volcano purges the island and you; A) Start on the island, again. B) Abandon and rebuild elsweyr

Given name(RP name): Ravina Nightscar (Skype name if you have one): Volutional True name(MC name): [ Idriel ] Race: Wood elf / High elf (unknown which actually is prominent) Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?): Yes [ Yes ] If so what form of magic ye use?: The magic in which I use is different from most typical kinds. I am gifted by the Night, the moon. It has granted me the power of life. [ Conjuration ] Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?: The Night presented me with a dream of worm, mole and whale. All of which delve into the unknown. This means I must, too. So yes. All applying will be apply for the applicant position. However should you pass that stage what profession might you take on? Note that if you want to learn magic you must speak to a Delver Arcanist personally: Delver Mystic What combat skills have ye? I was learned in the arts of swordplay. Though learning magic has made such less possible to be successful in. I am now connected to my magic, and thus it is my weapon. Short Response for all Applicants, write how ye would respond: 1.) You come across a massive ruin of ancient design, strange sounds and lights emanate from within. I would return to the base of the Arcane Delvers before entering, or asking to enter. This would be in case of delicate ruins that perhaps should be left for those who can cross them without disturbing the ancient burials, or similar. 2.)While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures in the corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out what they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact". Well direct confrontation would be stupid. I can't fight them should they become violent, and I can't hear anything further. Though, I would follow discretely, and see if I can catch a glimpse of their faces, and perhaps report them to the Delvers in hope that they can be identified, and tracked down, interrogated; whatever needs to be done, should it need done. 3.)Walking down the Anthos Highway you come across a masked man with a sword threatening a hooded figure, claiming he is a necromancer. I wouldn't trust either of them, for a start. But the hooded man may just be wearing the hood because it is raining. With haste, I pace up to them, still walking though. They both look at me, and just like that I realize they see me for what I really am. A woman, alone in the rain. The Necromancer turns and pins the sword to the air in front of me now, and my heart would skip a beat. But only because I'm closing my eyes, and conjuring two very hungry wolves. The hooded man sees the mana beginning to appear, and seems to realize that the power of Ravina Nightscar may just be better than a low-life wannabee-undead. He forces a fist to the face of the "Necromancer" and in that time, the confusion, the wolves are given time to appear and become my thralls. Their intentions are set, and their teeth are also; in his legs. The Necromancer, though, is spared. I retract my wolves back into the void and glare upon this hollow mess of a man. He will tell me all of his secrets, or I will teach him how to spell his epitaph.

Sa'Yaotli looks upon this. "Wan chest fawl awf Stawn Br'eeck, faw 1000 minas." "Finawl offawr." Sa'Yaotli retracts the letter he put him, being indecisive about whether he should sell his super cool stone bricks.

Sa'Yaotli's voice comes from behind the rest of the Kha, as if he had been watching for some time. "Yaotli believez z'at tha' Urawkz wud appreciate hawlp 'en com'eeng warz. 'et wuud be wize tuu aid thum, fawr mutuawl benef'eet. Awft'a awl, fr'eendz du nawt cawm ee'zee. Tuu war? Naw. Buut tu battawl? Yaws, 'tis guud idea."

"Strange, they want the exact same thing for you ... " Idriel says, to the note.