Akorta

It's best if we wait a day or two.

As many as possible.

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name: Akorta_Jr

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: Nope and Nope.

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australian eastern time.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I'd consider my grammar to be okay, but it's nothing special.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a teenage Australian who loves gaming, I've been playing on LOTC on my other account since late July.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could spend 7 hours a week day, and up to 15 hours on weekends.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is playing the roll of someone, such as acting. It involves you playing someone completely different and acting accordingly.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is using information you learn out of character in character.

Powergaming is forcing your way through RP, such as breaking RP by doing things that'd be impossible to do in a realistic scenario, such as: Teleporting, escaping when impaled, etc.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I know this server is fantastic, seeing as how I've been addicted the past five months.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Lord of the Craft is my first proper server, other then this I've played on various friends servers.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I reread them all again and agree to them.

How did you hear about us?: I first heard of Lord of the Craft through Minestatus.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?

I voted, I'm not sure what vote number means, but after I voted the vote count was "3,220"

What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: "Akorta / Malakai"

In-Character:

Character Name: Trogg

What is your Race?: Orc, Subrace will possibly be shaman.

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Trogg was born on the first seed of 1300, He was born into a poor Orc family that were living out in the wilds. He spent most of his life in the wilds, being taught how to speak basic and some orcish from his parents and siblings, he grew quick love of the axe and the elements, he would often leave his house to go explore and see what else he could learn of the elements of Aegis.

Trogg quickly grew bored of his life out in the worlds, after spending four decades of his life doing the same things day after day, he longed for something more. He had overheard his siblings speaking about the Orc lands of Krugmar, Trogg became curious of this and wished to learn more, that evening he told his parents that he wanted to leave to Krugmar, His parents refused, telling him that they lived there, and life was tough, but Trogg refused and insisted that he went there, if only to become a proper Krugmar Orc.

It's now the year 1343 and Trogg has almost arrived in Krugmar, he wants to learn to become either a powerful shaman or warrior of the war nation of Krugmar.

Your characters ambitions: To learn to be a full Orc, and become a powerful shaman or warrior.

Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Trogg would come to the assistance of the elf, quickly aiding the Elf where he can, if they became overpowered he'd try to lead the elf to safety.

Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? "Ug Human, I be wanting ta see yir wares.""Certainly Orc" says the shop owner. After seeing through his wares he'd probably buy a few supplies and head back out.

A screenshot of your skin:

Other Information: This is my first time experience an Orc, so I'm not quite sure if my Orc would answer questions like this, but then again he didn't grow up in Krugmar, and he was pretty sheltered from the outside world.

Yep, Buying flint for 3 minas each.

((/t Akorta))

Yep, Buying arrows or flint for 3 minas each.

(( Send me a /t or leave your MC name ))

Where is your shop?

I'm buying stacks of arrows and/or flint, Just leave me your price and your IGN.

Thanks!

((I tell Rhisereld to look after for her me and she's out drinking while Julianna is getting chased by Orcs, Great :I))

We'll work things out, Relationships have this kind of Drama.

IGN: Angelus_Obscurus

RP name: Malakai

Race: Elf

Why do you want to? I would like to do this for the simple fact that, There may be some younger members of the community who are confused by the concept of homosexuality, I think this would be a nice and easy way for those people are are to accept it, and yeah.

Eh, I don't care how you use it.

((I'm not much of a story writer, but this is my attempt anyway, Enjoy :P))

It was the year 1340, a major victory had recently been won against the Necromancer, Cataris. Everything seem peaceful within the Isles, but under the skin of the Milita's General, Akorta, Something was stirring.

"Akooooooorta..." Akorta suddenly wakes up, searching the room for anything suspicious, he quickly turns his head towards the room where his daugher, Julianna, is sleeping. He gazes aroun the room once more before getting up to look around, he goes into Julianna's room to make sure she is okay, after checking around the room he heads out into the Barracks, as he walks by his eyes quickly lock onto something glowing, as he turns to get full focus, it vanishes, he rubs his eyes and continues walking.

He gets to the top floor of the barracks and heads out onto the the bridges ontop of the frozen lake, he walks along the bridges, making sure that there is nothing abnormal around the Isles. As he approaches the end of one of the bridges, he kneels down to stare into the frozen lake, as he dose he sees the glow again, this time more clearly, they almost resemble green glowing eyes, as he gets closer they vanish, feeling confused and startled he quickly stands up and turns around to leave, as he does it's as if a shadow went through him, making him collapse.

Akorta awakes to find it is now day, he peers around before standing, he notices his friends are out walking, he stands up and goes to greet them. After a day of hanging out with his friends, he heads back to the Barracks for the night, once he gets to his room within the barracks, he tucks his daughter in and is quickly off to his bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Darkness... Akorta awakens the next morning, feeling drained of energy, he awakes to find that it is already the middle of the afternoon, with the day basically gone he slowly gets up and goes to do his daily task, as he went about his duties, the glowing eyes kept flicking through his mind, shaking it off he went about his duties. That night Akorta dreamt of the green eyes, this time accompanied with a dark grin, with rotting teeth, the sight of the face woke Akorta, again it was the afternoon, and he was still tired, but as usual he went about his day.

The dreams continued for the next few weeks, getting clearer and clearer each time, Now the dream has become a dark rotten body, with glowing green eyes, along with the smile of death it's self, Akorta didn't know if this meant something or if it was all in his head. The dreams have become more intense, the figure is now compelete, a rotten human, surrounded with shadowy mist, along with the green eyes and evil grin, Akorta recognised it from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it, the figure just kept repeating "Akoooooooorta" He knew that it had to mean something. Akorta started waking up during the evenings, or occasionally the morning after, he started becoming worried, he knew that this was not normal at all, he started not sleeping at all, or until he passed out atleast, but it just kept getting worse.

After only sleeping once in a week every week, he started seeing things, like the figure from his dream, he started seeing this figure in his own reflection when he looked at himself in the frozen lake, it was if like, this figure was inside of him. As the days went on, Akorta became paler and paler, his health quickly declining, he started looking like a walking corpse himself, he thought about asking his friends for help, but he was too proud to do so. Akorta was now not sleeping at all, but he was still dreaming, the dreams felt real, everything he was picturing felt real to the point where it was real, he went to ask his best friend Rhisereld if she saw it to, she looked curiously at Akorta, asking if he was alright, he agreed and slowly walked off, as he walked off his eyes turned teary, he knew that this was all in his head, and that no one could help.

After months of the dreams, Akorta finally knew who the figure was, he was an old Necromancer by the name of Crowe, Akorta became worried, had Crowe came back? and if so, why was he attacking Akorta? Akorta knew whatever was happening to him he had to leave the isles, if only for everyone elses protection. Akorta had ralied his friends in the Isles, and told them that he had to leave south or a little while, it was hard for him to say goodbye, but he knew he had to, as he left his friends and family behind he felt himself growing weaker. On his journey he pictured Crowe, following him, walking beside him, talking to him, He kept trying to shake the image of Crowe away, but whatever he did, he just stayed there, as if he was apart of him.

"Akoooooorta... Awaken" Akorta quickly awakened to see Crowe, He looked so real, he reached his arm out to touch him, as he did his heart dropped as he grabbed the robes of the Necromancer, Crowe lent in closer and whispered into his ear "Awaken" Akorta awoke to find that he was dreaming, but even still he felt the cold chill on his ear where the Necromancer spoke, quickly getting up to start the fire again he saw the eyes, they were moving, the grin growing larger, as if he was plotting something, Akorta tried his hardest to ignore it but as hard as he could, He couldn't let his gaze go of the sight. Akorta watched the fire as he started nodding off to sleep again, as he fell into unconciousness the eyes grew brighter, Akorta awoke in a dream, Confronted by Crowe, Crowe spoke to him about Akorta's death, and how it was certain to come to, Akorta reached for his sheathed sword only for it to turn to maggots in his hands, he went to punch for the Necromancer, Yelling for him to leave alone, it seemed to go through him, as if he was fighting a shadow, and yet the Necromancer could grab him. Crowe reached his hand out, rotting and falling apart, he pressed his hand against Akorta's chest and began to whisper in a eary voice "Die..." Akorta awoke grabbing at his chest, where it was touched by the Necromancer, He quickly jumped up and removed his shirt to find a burn mark on his chest, his face quickly turned white and became sick, coughing up blood, he knew he needed attention.

Akorta was running back to the Isles as fast as he could, ignoring all distractions along the way, by the time he approached the Isles blood was flowing out of his mouth, as if his insides were liquidisng, he arrived in the Isles, where he saw a group, he approached them, asking for help, looking up at them bleeding, they quickly went to find help, but Akorta couldn't wait, he moved into the Barracks, down into the Dorms, where he found Rhisereld and Alethion, He looked at them, a look of distress and pain, he knew he was going to die. He fell to his knees, looked up at them at grinned, blood building up inside his mouth and beginning to leak through his teeth, he spoke a few words before his eyes filled with blood until the point where his eyes became blood. Akorta shared his final words before collapsing.

"Akooooorta" Akorta awoke in a dream, Or was it reality? faced by Crowe, Crowe grinned at Akorta, a staff formed in Crowes hands, he proceeded to move towards Akorta, what felt like years happened within a few seconds, Crowe moved to him, before placing his hand on his head and muttering a few untranslatable words, he then thrusted the staff through his chest. Akorta laid there, Lifeless.

Leave me a price per stack, or /t me in game.

Mc name: Angelus_Obscurus

You notice fliers pinned to various trees throughout Aegis, the fliers read:

Greetings people of Aegis, As many of you know dark times are upon on, with the recent fall of Al'khazar, and tensions rising with the Dwarves and Orcs, many people have been left homeless and in need of help, This is where the Whispering Isles steps in to help.

Whispering Isles is offering any and all homeless people a small tent to live in, Along with free food rations, and a weapon, and combat traning. The Whispering Isles community is doing this to benefit everyone in Aegis during these dark times.

If you wish to take up this offer please head to Whispering Isles and speak with the lord of the Isles, Lord Alethion, Or the General of the local milita, Akorta.

((Basically, We're giving free houses to people who lost theirs in Al'khazar, and we'll also give houses to people who didn't have a house before))

A shame to hear that about Availer, But I'm glad that they'll be all these amazing updates

ooc: This is only for the druids, If you are not apart of the druids do not take this information into IC.

As you walk past the druids grove a small figure catches the side of your eye, you approach the figure to be confronted by a small half elven boy, the boy is scared and shaking, you take the boy inside and he explains to you about what has happen to him over the past few weeks, and how he has now been left here for druid training for his owns safety.

ooc: His Minecraft account name is Conster_Monster.

On the bottom of the flier you see another small flier attached to it

((Thanks Rhisereld for the picture, But you said you were going to add it>:I))

You see a large flier attached to the Notice Board in Al'Khazar, it reads:

People of Al'Khazar! A young child has been kidnapped by the undead, Not much is known about why this has been done all we know is that it was, The young boy goes by the name of "Vaelinor"

We are willing to pay 100 minas per lead you can can gather.

All we know about the kidnapping is that he was taken north, Past winterfell, Any information you can gather please place a flier below this one.

Thank you.

A small sketch of the boy and his possible kidnapper will be stuck onto the bottom of this flier when it is finished.

((Iunno what to sign it with, So it'll just stay blank :P))

((The note is placed there again))

You see a small bloodied flier posted to a shop inside the human capital of Al'Khazar

People of Aegis, Some of you may of heard of the "Whispering Order" (for you who haven't they're a very small Militia basd in Whispering Isles) Then you'd know that they have tried to... "Help" the people of Aegis, As a the former General of the Whispering Order I know this, But I bring grim news.

There has been a uprising within the Whispering Order, The Commander of the order, Alethion, Has started an uprising and he is attacking innocent people, Including myself, After I left the Order they tried to kill me for trying to retake my land where I built the Barracks myself, And I was attacked by their blood thirsty commander, I ask you people of Aegis, Let's put an end to these so called "Guards" We must crush the Whispering Order once and for all!

If you still need convincing, Remember they started the Fight with the Orcs, Which lead the attack on Oren by the Orcs, Black Cross, and the Wardens. Do you all want a repeat of this? Or should we crush them before they turn anyone else.

The blood covers the signature on the bottom

There is a half written scribble of a note under the blood stain, It reads

This "Commander Alethion" Was recently under the control of Undead and tried killing his friends and family, I have reason to believe this "Taint" is still with him, I-"

You notice a small flier pinned to a tree, The poster reads

Greetings everyone of Aegis, Have you ever wished to hear a good story? Or maybe tell one? Well now is your chance!

We bring you, The Whispering Isles Story Telling Competition!

This will be a yearly event where everyone is welcomed to participate or to sit and listen to a good story, Of course you will not participate for nothing! There'll be a small cash prize of 2,000 Minas for the winner.

If you wish to enter the competition just simply show up at the Hollow Peach Inn at the given date and say you wish to enter.

Remember now, This will be a yearly event, So if you do not win the first time, There is always next year.

ooc.

Date and Time: Every saturday at 10am GMT +10

Location: Hollow Peach Inn at Whispering Isles

Rules: The story can either be a fictional story you've made up in character, or something that has happened to you. The story can be as long as you want as long as you keep it interesting.

How to enter:Just show up and say you want part in the competition.

How to win: The story will be judge by myself and two others, The winner is the one who brings the most interesting story.

We may also do a theme for each week, But we'll see if it actually works out.

If you need any other information, Just leave a reply.

+1 - I like him the most.

Sorry, I do not need any sandstone anymore.

Sorry i've already brought all the glass i need, Thanks anyway.

Make it 75 and you got ye self a deal.