Muchoman798

So it has taken ((in game)) years and years of Edmund's rule and the fall of Snowy Fields, the fall of Alstion to finally pay the guards? To finally build a training base, to finally make a military? There are so many dead because of your delays... There have been so many that have fallen... I write this not out of anger, not out of fear, but out of sadness... A number of times I have seen my fellows fall, I have seen my best friend's die because we were the only guards against the evil and the taint. I have seen those I do not know rising up with us to push them back from Alstion Town, from Snowy Fields, when there were only a few guards to stand and help the citizens. Almost all who ventured there died, but I was able to get away. And now... so many are dead. Why did this take so long..? At least now, we will have an army to bring the fight to them and a guard to keep them at our walls. I hope that means we will not have so many die needlessly and that we will be able to take our fallen bastions. I hope this means us civilians will no longer senselessly die as they are not properly trained and have never known what this kind of battle would be like. Maybe we will be finally able to feel safe in the walls of Al'Khazar. But... why has it taken to long..? Why did it take the death of so many to see we needed this? Erirc Loftson

A lot of that hasn't happened at all and I'm wondering where it was gotten from..? Very creative though, I like the idea of us originating from an ancient book.

Aye mate, the Undead lost the Keep. Now they are too afraid to even come to our world and post on the Oren bulletin board. How pathetic.

Isn't everyone challenging the Undead? Isn't everyone seeking to kill them, where ever they go? ((By the by guys, do NOT no RP kill Undead, thats annoying)) You challenge us to go to the Nether, the world of the Undead. Why do you not go there and stay? What is your desire with our world? We will as soon give up our world as you will surrender the Nether. And I know you will not give up that world. I know you cannot come back harder than ever when you have just lost everything on this world. We now will come back to the North of Oren. We now will repopulate the world. Pesky Humans, we breed like bunnies. We will quickly retake what you destroyed. And as soon as you truly threaten us, do you not think a higher power will intervene and assist in our war? Do you not think we will be aided by the very same power that banished you before, without Humans, Orcs, Dwarves and Elves? Then you are fools. We will be helped by those more powerful than you. And if you are already losing ground to us, who are "weaker" then you will fall. You cannot win. Erirc Loftson

As long as you threaten us. As long as you say you will harm us. As long as you show your face in our world. You. Will. Fall. Of all the races in the world, Humans are the most determined. We will not let you survive in our world, on OUR land. You will be pushed back into the depths of the Void every time you move onto the glory of the World. We will always push you back. You will never win. Whether we fight ourselves, whether we hate each other, we will always drop those differences to kill the true threat in the world. The Undead. You cannot succeed as long as we walk this world. You will fall back into the portals you create like cowards every time you walk on this world. Our fathers, those of the Orcs, those of the Elves, those of the Dwarves, those of the Humans, stood together. They indeed fell apart, but with you at our gates, you are reuniting our world. So I ask you, the Undead wish to spread turmoil and death? They wish to spread hatred and despair? I will tell you that you cannot succeed, for as long as you exist at our gates, we will stand united. We will put aside our differences, our cultures, and look at the shadow of Iblees and strike it into the Void. You only help unite our world. You wish to know what they Undead have done? They have made Orcs and Humans fall in love, with Vardak and Irvae. They have made Dwarves accept who Humans are. They have made Elves fight to defend the others. And this is the opposite of what you wanted, yes? The Undead will never win. The Undead will never strike us down. We will only cause them to fall. Your leader has fallen thanks to the races uniting. We have shown your leader to be weak, so why could any one of you stand against us? You. Will. Fall. You cannot exist. Signed, Erirc Loftson Come get me.

An anonymous note appears below the rest. ((Using my forum name in game is metagaming.)) There can be no boot camp or training for a military that does not exist. We cannot train a group of protectors that the King does not have in existence. This is just pathetic. We do need a trained army and guard, but have neither. Our guard is just pathetic though. They are not paid, so not motivated. They are not trained, so incompetent. It is not their fault, but the King's. We must replace him, he is useless. Do not stand for this. ~ L

An anonymous reply appears below the last. ((Using my forum name if you see me in game is metagaming. Wow, I sound like a parrot with that.)) It is indeed true that the King has already surrendered the North. He will fight only to defend his Keep in Al'Khazar. I do not need to tell anyone that he has surrendered the North though. To the writer of this note, I would like to tell you the south has the same problems. The Undead have indeed attacked the cities and towns south of Al'Khazar, making them into ghost towns. They have not dared to ruin them, but they have scared away all residents. This is most true of Kramoroe. Few inhabit it, and there are no walls. Only Factions are there to protect it. The King ignores the fact that it has no official guards, when the city cannot defend itself. In fact, there is even an Undead fortress just southwest of the city... And the King ignores it as he does the Keep in the north. How tragic... The North has fallen, the South is dying. If they both fall, so does Oren. Do not stand for this. ~ L

Ah, this is a good idea indeed, but there are a few problems, primarily the EXTREME cost of glowstone. One block sells for about 100 minas, so it is slightly impractical to build a layer of glowstone. However, you could just use torches on the ground level. I also like the idea of a roof on the city, this will indeed prevent the Undead from using their lightning to kill and destroy, as would a city made entirely of cobblestone. Another great idea of yours is the ring structure, since this would definitely assist in an attack. The more they destroy, the further inwards you fall and the stronger the defenses get. A great idea. However making this a city would be impractical. That would cost a huge amount of money, require the economy to be entirely based on guarding the city (which is impossible,) and lead to not many wanting to live in your city. So I say that you should just make a keep there, with the layers, the roof, etc. Make a keep to fight their keep. Keep them at bay. It is a great idea. And just so you know, they wouldn't crack holes in the ceiling and poor lava in there, I don't exactly see why they wouldn't have just put lava on top of the roofs of Snowy Fields then... Finally, location. The island fort is a very strategic location, but it is out of the way and would not attract the attention of the Undead. With approval, though, you could build such a fort at Snowy Fields, which would grab the attention of the Undead, and it is very close to their Keep. Snowy Fields has the moat around it, the high and strong walls, the gate, the right shape. You could realistically just build two rings of walls inside of the ruins and throw a roof over those two inner sanctums. It'd be a giant insult to the Undead. Good idea.

((Epic pun, sorry for the ooc only post, but that is just an awesome pun))

A note without a name appears on the same board that this was posted on. ((Using my forum name if you see me in game is metagaming.)) It has fallen not through a failure of the guards, but a failure of the King. He should have offered everyone in the city help, yet he was not even present and did not open a line of communication. He should have sent guards of Oren to assist, but left everyone in danger. Now, he should take Alstion back, but he will not. Do not stand for this. ~ L

This is an anonymous post on the board. ((Using my forum name if you see me in game is metagaming)) Tamara, I know you to be one of the very best guards in all of Oren. I have heard of your victories. But do not be foolish. You do not need pay to stay a Guard is indeed true. None of the factions pay, yet their men are willing to stay there through thick and thin. But knowing that the people are safe? Are they? With holes in the walls, the Northern gate house completely ignored, the Southern gate house usually without a guard, the sewers not patrolled, the harbor not walled, are they safe? You need guards to be safe. And if many are not paid, none will join. So I am telling you, they are not safe. Do not stand for this. ~ L

This note has been posted on the board anonymously. ((Using my forum name if you see me in game is metagaming.)) You question where the guards are? They are on the streets of Al'Khazar, begging for food. They are in the forests of Oren, hunting pigs. They are abusing citizens looking for money, as their own King will not pay them. You question where the guards are? They are not being trained, so having one nearby would only give you the advantage that a child with a wooden sword would. They are not learning how to fight, so they cannot help your tavern. The King neglects to pay the guards, so the guards neglect to guard the people. This is the King's fault, not the guards. Question him. Do not stand for this. ~ L P.S. Do I have your attention yet? Keep looking for these to find out about the grand event.

This not has been posted anonymously. ((Using my forum name if you see me in game is metagaming.)) Do you know why there was an Undead sacrifice hall so easily found as you could mine into it? Because the King does not care about the Undead threat to any degree other than protecting himself. Running to a city will not protect you. Running to a forest will not protect you. Running will not let you be safe, as long as the King neglects the dangers. Let yourself be free from the fear. Do not stand for this. ~ L

An anonymous post is added to the board. ((using my forum name to find me in game is metagaming.)) Snowy Fields should be rebuilt. But there is one reason why it is not being built. It would distract the King from protecting himself rather than his people. Do not stand for this. ~ L

This response is made anonymously ((using forum name in game is metagaming)) Since they are not trained, they have no knowledge. Since they are not paid, they have no motivation. Since they are ignored, they ignore your safety. Why are they not paid? Look at the King's personal Keep. It is because he would rather add a new tower to bolster his own safety than keep the rest of Oren safe. Do not stand for this. ~ L

You are looking around the bulletin board of Oren. You see a note, a strange one on the board with just an anonymous signature. You do not know who put it there or when it got there. *** The King of Oren is hurting the people He is doing nothing for the Nation. Want a list of his faults? He has build an additional tower on his personal keep in Al'Khazar. He has instituted new taxes. He has not paid the guards, even with the new taxes. He is leaving gaps in the walls, even when he had the money to personally guard himself. He has no defense at the bay of Al'Khazar. He has no defense for the sewers of Al'Khazar. He has no defense of the Northern Gate. He has no defense of the farm section of Al'Khazar. He keeps all of the guard at Al'Khazar even though Snowy Fields and Whispering Isles have been attacked. He neglects the nearby Undead threat to Kramoroe. These neglects are because he wants to personally guard Al'Khazar so he can stay safe. Not the people. And here is the worst offense: The Undead are not to be unscathed by the guards of Oren. They are to freely walk in the streets of the cities and to freely address the guards. They no longer need to hide themselves. Do not stand for this. Signed, ~L ((Note, using my forum username if you spot me in game would be metagaming))

People wonder why the city has no defenses at the sewers or in the harbor, or why the guard have no pay, or why there are no guards at the south gate. And then the King sites him building a new tower on his keep as evidence for defense? How much money went into that project? Enough to pay guards? Enough to build a new part of the wall?

The Life of Erirc Loftson The harsh light shone in my eyes. For ages, I remember seeing this light, every morning, for in Aegis, the sun rises brighter than on any other world. Or so I believe, since I nearly go blind every morning. This world is tainted, the people are terrible. They know not what to do, and they know not how to think. All of them lust for something; the humans for life eternal, the dwarves for wild riches, the elves for many children, and the orcs for war. But not I… In this world, I lust for knowing. Knowing who I am, who I was, where I’ve been, but that is not how life has treated me. In times previous, I knew only of what I was and the language I spoke; a human, uttering the age old language of this world. But how could I know for a fact that I was human? Was my dad human, was my mother human? I knew neither of them. But I must continue. Four times previous I have found myself in the Great Cloud Temple of Aegis. I do not remember how I felt there at first, but each time I left it, I knew I felt in danger. As if I am only be fated to again find myself there. After each time I awaken in the temple, my life flashes back to me again. From start to finish. This is where it begins. * * * * * My first memory is of a harsh light shining in my eyes. For ages, it seemed at the time, I remembered seeing this light. I remember my thought in this memory as well. Perhaps it is because the star of Aegis shines brighter than the rest. Or perhaps not. I woke up on this morning to run outside and be hugged by my ‘dad.’ He was a good man, very caring and nurturing. He always had a great way of greeting me in the morning, saying “Hello son, I hope your day is warm and bright,” with all the gusto he could muster so early. And after saying that, he would rest his bearded chin on my head, the ends of it rubbing my neck. But that is not why I remember this morning. I remember it because he greeted me differently, saying “Hello son, I hope your fifth birthday is warm and bright.” You may easily find it strange to remember a birthday when each life contains so many. But I remember this one since it was the only day he greeted me as such. It is true, for a long time I almost forgot this day. But it was brought back on my sixteenth year around our bright, harsh, warm star. I digress. My early years on this great world were short in retrospect. Each day was filled with joy, leaving the tent, feeling a warm beam of light on my face, seeing my dad. We wandered each day as well. My dad was a merchant, and he showed me the ways of mercantile and writing. He bartered much in my presence in an effort to raise me to follow his trade. This was every day of my life, moving from one place to the next and living in a (spacious) tent. Each night, we ate great food. Each day we made great trade. We were wealthy folk who still wanted to wander. To him, the world was a wide forest of adventure, where anything could be done and found and anyone could be helped by his goods. To him, each road created a new story to tell to the travelers who occasionally took rest at our camp. After a while, I got bored with this life style. This took sixteen years of living, though. And, on the exact date I was sixteen, I was urged to move into a new life style. * * * * * On quite a fateful day, the day I came of age, my dad said he had something to tell me. “Son, I am not your true dad. I am merely a good soul who has raised you from infancy.” Outrage quickly filled me when I heard this. For all my life, this man lied to me, not breathing a word of my true existence! I did not even know any longer if I was a true human! And I acted on this furious feeling. “Son, please do not be mad, I have done nothing to hurt you. Please understand why I had to take care of you and not tell you.” I had to know why he did not tell me, and why he had to take care of me. The anger bubbled up even further, as this stranger told me what to do. “Son, I could not tell you until you were old enough to care for yourself. The fear that you’d run off… That you’d do something rash made me keep from telling you.” The old fool did not tell me why he had to take care of me though. Why he had to steal me from my mother and father. I was about to boil over. “Son, I didn’t know you parents. They were not there when I found you. I just saw a baby boy on a stone off of the road. I was just walking to trade, and there you were. I took you in, named you after your grand father, Erirc, and held you close. Please, do not be mad.” I boiled over. The man should never get to see me again. He has only hurt me. I ran off, I never wanted to return to him. Now, I think the rage was silly since he may not have been my father, but he was certainly my dad. He cared for me every day that I had been alive until that point. But, the rage was still present at the moment. I should not have left him, but it was what I did. I joined the Oren Army and began defending the land. There was almost no fighting in this period of time, a peace. The dwarves had ceased their hatred, the orcs cooled their blades, and the elves went undisturbed. I was in the army for nearly twelve years, having re-enlisted three times. In all of that time, there was one point of interest. It was near the end of my last tour, which took place in the northern lands. This event took place just days after it had been twenty-eight years since I was found by my dad. It was a time of great celebration for my platoon, as we had just silenced one of the largest bandits in Oren. We all had much ale in our stomachs, much food in our mouths and much joy in our hearts. Our tents were set up around a fire, and all of us stood or sat just near the fire, as this was a brutal place that was much too warm for us just to stand without a heat source. After about two hours of celebrating, a good man came to us with a lute. He began playing a joyous tune, and we all started to dance. To our dismay, though, we had to stop dancing and celebrating an hour after the bard came to us. We had heard a strike of lightning just to the north. It seemed strange to us to hear a strike of lightning during the day. There had been reports by single scouts who saw lightning, and the rest of the men they were with just vanishing. No one knew where, though. From here, it was fuzzy for about three days, until I awoke in the Cloud Temple of Aegis. For years after that event, I wandered the world. To the army, I was dead, and they had no intent of finding out what killed me. I became a wandering trader, just like my dad. I continued like this for three years, and I had amassed quite a large sum of money. Then I heard tell of an attack on a village by a group of the dead. The village was familiar to me since I protected it from bandits many time in the past. But this time, I overheard a man in the inn saying it was burned to the ground and hit with many strikes of lightning. Supposedly, all of the people there had died. * * * * * Curiosity overcame me, and that night I spent near to 3,000 minas on armor, weapons and food. I had to go to the village and see what happened. I slept until the morning, and journeyed out of the town I was in. The village was in the northern wilds, just at the edge of the Widelwyn Woods, so I knew how to get there. It was a four day walk from where I was, and I got there unscathed. Until I saw the Undead. It was the first time I saw the monsters, their flesh rotting and their words disturbed. They had no sense of life, since they had none of it in them. About them were minions, the raised bones of long passed man, the decaying flesh of recently passed man, and the whispers of spiders. They controlled these creatures, forcing them to go at their enemies, which now consisted of the plants that struck out an existence. The smell of these Undead radiated all the way to me, and I cringed at it. I saw the leader of this pack come forth from one of the still standing huts and mutter words in a language I had never heard, but could somehow understand. I felt my body shake and my world almost crash, as I heard each breath this great monster took. Fear encompassed me. This village was destroyed by them so, as I later found out, they could create a massive keep. Perhaps I could have prevented the construction of such a place had I not… Well I do not remember what I did, I just remember waking up in the Cloud Temple of Aegis again. * * * * * It took near a year for me to remember this encounter, and in that time I had spent the remainder of my minas by jogging the memories of others so I could speed up my own. When I finally ran out of money, I knew what happened. I knew who attacked me. I now had to devote the rest of my life on this Aegis destroying these monsters. I had to devote my life to tearing down their keep. I had to devote my life to winning the impossible war. For a few months after this realization, I spent days at a time journeying north to gather wood to try and get my money back. Then, an orc came to me in the streets of Al’Khazar. His name was Ser’tok, and he was a representative of one of the many guilds in the area, this one called the Guardians. He invited me to join them in their quest against the evils this world over did, and I accepted. There was no pay involved. There was only honor. Pride. Now, I am a member of this guild. I do a majority of the reconnaissance and espionage, trying to weed out every last Undead that walks among the living. In the time I have been with these people, I have found out one thing. I am not totally human. I can wield a bow and I age slower than any man I have met. Perhaps there is more to my blood. Perhaps there is not. But for now, I must put down this pen and continue my campaign against the Monsters of the North. -- Erirc Loftson~

It has been two days since my first posting of this application. I posted on this forum as well as this server's Minecraft forum thread. I don't know if I need to repost on there, so I won't (its pointless to spam the forum.) Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: -How old are you?: 15 (I realize that you may want older applicants, but please note that I am much more mature than my age.) -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT – 6, Central Time Zone, United States -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Of course, this language is my native tongue, and as a result I am fluent and use proper grammar. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am the kind of person who wants to have fun with games; I take them seriously, but I do not get angry from them and usually just play to have fun. I am a fun lover, but hate when things get taken too far. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would be on this server from 4 to 7 hours weekly. (I play Minecraft about 10 hours a week, 6 hours on a server and 4 in single player. I’d stop doing SSP from this.) -How long have you played minecraft?: Since December 17, 2010. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know that it has to be done in character and that it is like a play; you have to keep a sense of immersion. I have been doing role playing of some sort since 2005, for a year on a forum, and, if you count The Elder Scrolls, 6 years in Oblivion. -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be filled with lots of friendly people who want to be playing something like Dungeons and Dragons, only they have a love for Minecraft. I expect it to be like playing a game with friends only I can see the world and alter it and there is no set story. -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on Yumacraft, which was one of the top servers for a while, but I left it because the owner decided to completely change the game by making it all about PvP with no more survival. I currently play on the Suicide Gamers server, and I have no intent to stop playing on there. I am applying here instead of being exclusive to Suicide Gamers because I will be treating this server like a different game, kind of like Oblivion. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read the rules, and understood them. I agree to them as well, with one small problem that they seem a little loose. I have also read the lore (there are more than a few typos…) and I love the story behind it, it seems like a wonderful creation story. -Name the 4 races on this server. Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs. -How did you hear about us?: One of my friends plays on this server and told me about it as he saw me playing Minecraft. -Did you vote?: Yes! -What was your favourite Law?: No racial discrimination or remarks. It really should be the first rule on any server. Period. -What was your least favourite Law?: No use of hacked or modified clients. It kind of means that I have to clear my .jar before I play on the server; I use some mods in order to create adventure maps. Oh well. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Muchoman798 In-Character: -Character Name: Erirc Loftson -What is your Race?: Human -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Muchoman798 (Wasn’t that kind of the first question…?) -Biography: Erirc Loftson had been born in the hills of the wastes many years ago. His mother died in childbirth and his father left sooner than his mother knew he was to be. The midwife severed his tie to the mother, and left him on a stone atop one of the hills. He laid there for 2 days, until he had been found by a merchant. The merchant saw him, and took pity upon the soul as he took him in his arms. This merchant, by the name of Loft, raised Erirc. All his life Erirc had heard that Loft was his father, and that his mother had simply died in childbirth. This, in a way, was true, but no relation was found in their blood. Loft told Erirc of his true origins on his 16th birthday, and Erirc fled his home, anger changing who he was. No major events have happened to Erirc since then, but his life continued. After fleeing Loft, he joined the military from anger, needing to release his rage. Later, he became a travelling merchant, having learned mercantile from Loft and the ability to repel attackers from his time in the military. Now begins a new chapter in Erirc’s life, where he is leaving his old life behind in order to be born again as a completely neutral human, without his skills, but with a new thirst, and lease, for life. -Character Age: 35 -Character Appearance: A young looking man with wisdom beyond his apparent years. He wears brown robes and has a surprisingly non-battered appearance. -Character Personality: He is friendly, but that is just out of being raised to be cordial. His true personality is funny, but in a harsh manner that offends his few friends and keep those that would be away from him. His feelings are hidden, as are his thoughts, and his face is impossible to read. With an anger that is short, many would fear and hate him if not for his stoicism. All in all, he is a man who keeps to himself and lets only but a few in on his feelings and thoughts. -Your ambitions: Erirc wants to one day lead his country’s men into battle, but as he ages, it becomes more difficult. As an alternate, he will work his hardest to build a city, or nation, out of trade and wealth. -Can your character read or write?: Yes, he was raised by a father who wrote many ledgers. -Can your character mine?: He can mine for simple materials, but has no ability to differentiate between one or the other. If he descends into a mine, he is out of his environment, but is able to swing the pick at whatever is in his way. -Are you a capable builder? He can build small houses and stout walls, so his capabilities are limited. The largest he would be able to fathom is a two story tavern, and that only because of the amount of time he spends in one (not necessarily drinking.) -Can you wield a sword?: He can definitely wield a sword, due to his time in the military. He learned of it from a young age as well, as his father needed to keep his caravan defended from bandits. -Enjoy Farming?: He hates farming. -Does your character have any special skills?:] He can wield a bow skillfully. Something reserved for elves, but taught to him. He can also easily chop wood, as his time in the military required the construction and deconstruction of forts. -A screenshot of your skin: Yessir! -Other Information: OOC: Personally, I am a builder in Minecraft, having created a huge skyscraper, mountains, castles, etc. But, I also love role playing games like The Elder Scrolls and Star Wars: KotoR. So why not combine my favorite type of game (RPG) with my favorite game (Minecraft)?

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: -How old are you?: 15 (I realize that you may want older applicants, but please note that I am much more mature than my age.) -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT – 6, Central Time Zone, United States -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Of course, this language is my native tongue, and as a result I am fluent and use proper grammar. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am the kind of person who wants to have fun with games; I take them seriously, but I do not get angry from them and usually just play to have fun. I am a fun lover, but hate when things get taken too far. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would be on this server from 4 to 7 hours weekly. (I play Minecraft about 10 hours a week, 6 hours on a server and 4 in single player. I’d stop doing SSP from this.) -How long have you played minecraft?: Since December 17, 2010. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know that it has to be done in character and that it is like a play; you have to keep a sense of immersion. I have been doing role playing of some sort since 2005, for a year on a forum, and, if you count The Elder Scrolls, 6 years in Oblivion. -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be filled with lots of friendly people who want to be playing something like Dungeons and Dragons, only they have a love for Minecraft. I expect it to be like playing a game with friends only I can see the world and alter it and there is no set story. -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on Yumacraft, which was one of the top servers for a while, but I left it because the owner decided to completely change the game by making it all about PvP with no more survival. I currently play on the Suicide Gamers server, and I have no intent to stop playing on there. I am applying here instead of being exclusive to Suicide Gamers because I will be treating this server like a different game, kind of like Oblivion. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read the rules, and understood them. I agree to them as well, with one small problem that they seem a little loose. I have also read the lore (there are more than a few typos…) and I love the story behind it, it seems like a wonderful creation story. -Name the 4 races on this server. Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs. -How did you hear about us?: One of my friends plays on this server and told me about it as he saw me playing Minecraft. -Did you vote?: Yes! -What was your favourite Law?: No racial discrimination or remarks. It really should be the first rule on any server. Period. -What was your least favourite Law?: No use of hacked or modified clients. It kind of means that I have to clear my .jar before I play on the server; I use some mods in order to create adventure maps. Oh well. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Muchoman798 In-Character: -Character Name: Erirc Loftson -What is your Race?: Human -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Muchoman798 (Wasn’t that kind of the first question…?) -Biography: Erirc Loftson had been born in the hills of the wastes many years ago. His mother died in childbirth and his father left sooner than his mother knew he was to be. The midwife severed his tie to the mother, and left him on a stone atop one of the hills. He laid there for 2 days, until he had been found by a merchant. The merchant saw him, and took pity upon the soul as he took him in his arms. This merchant, by the name of Loft, raised Erirc. All his life Erirc had heard that Loft was his father, and that his mother had simply died in childbirth. This, in a way, was true, but no relation was found in their blood. Loft told Erirc of his true origins on his 16th birthday, and Erirc fled his home, anger changing who he was. No major events have happened to Erirc since then, but his life continued. After fleeing Loft, he joined the military from anger, needing to release his rage. Later, he became a travelling merchant, having learned mercantile from Loft and the ability to repel attackers from his time in the military. Now begins a new chapter in Erirc’s life, where he is leaving his old life behind in order to be born again as a completely neutral human, without his skills, but with a new thirst, and lease, for life. -Character Age: 35 -Character Appearance: A young looking man with wisdom beyond his apparent years. He wears brown robes and has a surprisingly non-battered appearance. -Character Personality: He is friendly, but that is just out of being raised to be cordial. His true personality is funny, but in a harsh manner that offends his few friends and keep those that would be away from him. His feelings are hidden, as are his thoughts, and his face is impossible to read. With an anger that is short, many would fear and hate him if not for his stoicism. All in all, he is a man who keeps to himself and lets only but a few in on his feelings and thoughts. -Your ambitions: Erirc wants to one day lead his country’s men into battle, but as he ages, it becomes more difficult. As an alternate, he will work his hardest to build a city, or nation, out of trade and wealth. -Can your character read or write?: Yes, he was raised by a father who wrote many ledgers. -Can your character mine?: He can mine for simple materials, but has no ability to differentiate between one or the other. If he descends into a mine, he is out of his environment, but is able to swing the pick at whatever is in his way. -Are you a capable builder? He can build small houses and stout walls, so his capabilities are limited. The largest he would be able to fathom is a two story tavern, and that only because of the amount of time he spends in one (not necessarily drinking.) -Can you wield a sword?: He can definitely wield a sword, due to his time in the military. He learned of it from a young age as well, as his father needed to keep his caravan defended from bandits. -Enjoy Farming?: He hates farming. -Does your character have any special skills?:] He can wield a bow skillfully. Something reserved for elves, but taught to him. He can also easily chop wood, as his time in the military required the construction and deconstruction of forts. -A screenshot of your skin: Yessir! -Other Information: OOC: Personally, I am a builder in Minecraft, having created a huge skyscraper, mountains, castles, etc. But, I also love role playing games like The Elder Scrolls and Star Wars: KotoR. So why not combine my favorite type of game (RPG) with my favorite game (Minecraft)?