Garn

There is no reason they cannot gather allies. Both side probably will. I hope the undead and ascended get to stay out of it. We have no intention of joining unless there is unusual amounts of lightning to investigate.

People will just have to see what happens. Too many rumors are affecting rp.

It seems to battle is off unless Juvens agrees. Seems of the town only the shadow rangers have the stones to fight back in a battle they may lose.

No need for taunting here. Save some for the battle. Nobody has lost yet.

Why the anger? I really hope the ascended and undead do not get involved. If more conflicts like this happened we may have been saved. I also hope this turns out to be a reasonably fair battle. 40 vs 3 are never fun for either side.

It does not matter if you consider yourself neutral. The other guild considers you an enemy. Both sides could be good or villains it does not matter. They have made you the enemy. The server needs more of this.

When war is involved it does not matter if one side is good or bad if the aggressors have a legitimate reason for attacking. They are not attacking to raid or steal but to deal with a percieved enemy. Anyone that builds in the north should expect a war.

I saw one negative reply to you being a halfling. I can pretend your a malnourished dwarf.

This is what the server needs some guild vs guild conflict. A war without the ascended or undead. The ascended do know you are a criminal so we would not come to your defense. The undead would not care even a little if you are destroyed because you are nothing to them. A pawn. It is not like he is bringing 40 soldiers to the battle. And if it is a guild vs guild it should stay that way. Anyone not in the guilds or allies should be removed from the battlefield or banned. As for his villain app I was told it was allowed again. So if some non villains want to declare war then they should be allowed.

There is nothing wrong with what he posted there. He is not changing lore. This is a belief that does not make it true or against the rules. If he can convince people to worship a giant squid more power to him. He may get a following or may go the path of this reformed church that has empty buildings all over the place. The game could use some more religions false or otherwise to have some conflict over.

I do not see why dwarves would have a false city for outsiders. Dwarves are warlike but only to enemies. They like to brag and show off their craftmenship. They would not let any random passerby wander into the city. They would only close the gates during a war. Forest dwarves would probably rather live above ground. There are probably not enough for a separate settlement but they could have a few home in a nearby forest. They would also have a huge market to sell lumber to the proper dwarves. There would probably even be a little racial tension between the factions. And everyone should continue playing like nothing is going to happen in a few months.The dwarves are trying fix the mistakes of the previous city. To quit rping and doing anything because of future events is meta and bad form. We need to play it out. Two months is an eternity in Aegis. As far as having a halfling in charge of this well swallow the pride because a halfling had to educate dwarves on how to be dwarves. Also at least he is not an orc.

We will be removed but it could be months from now. There is still alot of rp that can happen until then. And the FOA can still survive.

No it gives an error. I do not blink or repair.

Terrain is a tactic for battle. if an undead lures an ascended to an area for an advantage props go to him. It is no different than having the high ground. If you cannot win then survive. No need for people to start getting testy. I have 50 axe sword and blacksmithing. All 3 are useless to me now. Blacksmithing because I cannot repair staves seeing it is the same bind as blink.

Blink away. Though we can kill them because of lag and game mechanics we should not. Undead magic is supposed to be too strong offensively. They sacrifice more for more power. Ascended magic is designed to defend and buff others. We do not give up nearly as much for our power.

I see no problem worshiping a squid. There is no rule stating you have to worship the creator. You should not need a villain app for this anyways. I was just stating that the villain app was revoked. Not just for the lore but a couple reasons. he should have no issues rp'ing this character as long as he commits no crimes until he gets an approved app.

You should read your villain app again. It was overruled.

I think he would hit me with lightning if I asked.

I believe Tythus is the only one on the server that can repair diamond. I have been leveling it since skills cam out and I am still 20 levels short.

(( Again I ask that we keep this for recruitment only.))

Let us try to keep this about the recruitment please.

Kick respiren in the shins and he will probably drop a few stacks.

Hero Application Minecraft User Name: Mjolonir Hero’s Name: Garn Anvilslayer Background Of Hero (Chronologically and must be at least 1 paragraph long, but no longer than 4 paragraphs): (( Narrated with the voice of Gimli )) Me first memories were of followin' me father 'round his forge. Ooh the glow of coal 'an hot iron! I was enchanted, 'an even as a wee boy I had a longing for tha smithy's hammer. Me father would look down on me with proud eyes, knowin' I would eagerly follow in his footsteps. Time eventually rolled around to me tenth nameday, 'an I rose from me slumber ta find me parents sitting 'round tha kitchen table. Ma had tha most beautiful smile on her face, 'an me father looked as though he would explode with excitement. On tha' table was a strange bundle wrapped heavily in brown parchment paper; Now, I was never given a gift before, as namedays in me home weren't really nothin' ta be bothered with. This was different, 'ye see, as I was stepping inta me first day of trainin' under me father. Tha bundle was me first smithy's hammer, 'an I trained with tha' hammer 'til it was an extention of me arm. I think 'round tha time of me twentieth nameday was when tha' fateful delivery was made to tha human settlement. Horrible mess tha' was. Human soldiers holed up in behind them walls, 'an leavin' all of us, me, me father, 'an tha guards we brought with us, ta fend fer ourselves against tha Undead fodder. Aye, sadly, me father 'an our soldiers, dinna make it, though we cleaved mighty holes inta their ranks! I'd barely lived meself, 'ye see, 'an it took all me strength ta drag me half dead carcass from tha field. After tha fateful battle, 'an draggin' meself away from it, I hid 'neath a tree in a nearby forest, 'an for a bit me memory goes black. I can recall bein' found by an odd duo, an elf Druid, 'ana orc Shaman. They tended to me wounds after I'd fallen unconscious from blood loss, 'an nursed me back ta health after I'd come to. While I was recoverin' they would ask questions about how I'd gotten meself inta such a state. At first I resisted speakin', as no dwarf in his right mind would tell such things to strangers, but who ever said I had a right mind? *Garn lets out a hearty guffaw,and gives the interviewer a goodhearted punch on the shoulder.* Now, these were a good natured sort of folk, mellowed out by chewin' on mushrooms 'er somesuch, so they offered ta go with me back ta me clan 'an warn 'em of the Undead. I agreed to them followin' part way, as I was not about to let a leafy-pants'd elf, or an orc, inta me clan's home. More fer their safety 'ye see, as me clan would react violently to such a sight. There really isn't much ta tell about tha trip, as we weren't all that far off in tha first place, but what I found at tha end of me journey shook me to me very core. Men 'an children were slain in tha streets, women were missin' all together, fire char marks all over tha walls, 'an zombie carcases littered tha ground every which way I looked. I looked for me ma, but she was missing just like all the rest. To this very day I have no idea what happened to them, 'an I doubt the Undead keep their prisoners alive fer very long. I am the last of what was once clan Yur'girn. *Garn's eyes unfocus for a moment, as if unwillingly revisting old, painful memories. Subtly, he shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts, then continues with his story.* Before leaving tha remains of me clan I paid a last visit to me father's smithy. I gathered me tools, 'an headed to me house ta get some provisions. I was alone now, 'an it was time fer me ta join tha outside world. I'm just gonna skip over tha sissy goodbyes 'an such. 'Tis not somethin' I be overly fond of talkin' about. I spent many a year wanderin' the lands of our fair Aegis, 'an most of this time I spent improvin' me skills as a smith. Odd jobs here n'there 'ye know. Maybe some ten years ago I found meself in the city of Laurelin, 'an in tha company of another elf. She wasn't so bad, even if she covered herself in leaves 'an lived in a tree. We eventually created a business arrangement ta benefit from me smithin' skills. She would open tha shop, 'an I would supply tha arms 'an armor. A mighty fine business pair we be! *The interviewer interrupts, and reminds Garn that he hasn't talked about the FOA yet.* *Garn takes a moment to glare at the interviewer, 'causing him to cower in his seat.* *Grumbling, Garn continues.* Now then, I joined tha Followers of Aeriel some five years ago,while huntin' in tha north, stalkin' some Undead 'ye see. I came across a grand keep; Curiosity took me, 'an I went ta explore tha place. Now, as far as I knew tha place was empty, not a soul movin' about, 'an suddenly three odd fellows in night gowns surrounded me! What be a dwarf to do when bein' stalked by strange men in pajamas!? One of tha goofy fellows stepped forward, Riizu by name, offerin' me a home in their keep, as a shelter in tha north, while I hunted tha Undead. Before I knew it I bought meself a new home 'an joined the FOA in tha fight against them Undead! It was like bein' swindled by used cart salesmen! Don't get me wrong, I love me job now! I made Major recently, 'an I'm tha head blacksmith! What more could a dwarf ask for? Good Deeds (List Several of your good deeds and how they prove you are worthy of becoming ascended): *Garn shifts uncomfortably in his seat* Well, while I don't think any man should go spoutin' off all tha 'good deeds' they done in their life... I suppose I can think up a few. Tha elf woman I told ye about? she was a Druid, 'an she was a weak little thing. Fer a good long while I was her guardian, I be skilled with me axe y'know, and protected tha Druids if they ever asked for me help. Many a time I guarded that girl when she was out n'about doin' her flower pickin' business. Lets see here... Oh! There was tha time when tha Earth Demon took tha elf girl prisoner. I did me best to ward tha thing off, but we both got captured in tha end. Let me tell ya, bein' dangled over a pit of lava donna do much fer a man's pride. I donate much of me time, 'an materials, to tha FOA to keep 'em up n'runnin. As I be their blacksmith I repair their iron weapons 'an armor. Also, I helped that Reck fellow with cleanin' up tha ground below that giant tree he grew. I think he presented that as a gift to that High Prince Native. He has a decent beard, fer an elf. Character Flaws: Me temper tends ta get get away from me sometimes. I think there was a point where me face got so red it matched me beard! Hah! I be a bit paranoid as well, 'an ye never know when tha shadows in tha alleys be simple shadows these days. I be as loyal a dwarf as any, but sometimes it gets me ina heap o' trouble. *Garn points at the interviewers parchment roll* That there bit about the lava? Perfect example. Hero’s Specialty (is your hero a warrior, builder, trader; at least 1 paragraph long): While it never was me intention ta go about wavin' me axe at folks with their faces fallin' off, or ta be in business with that there elf woman, I be thinkin' I'm a warrior 'an a trader. I love tha fight just as much as I love me anvil, 'an if it was possible fer me ta tear down me enemies while hammering out sheets of iron I'd be likely ta fall over dead n'smilin'! Me lady friend is good with them numbers n'countin' up our profits, so our shop does fine. I be thinkin' of talkin' her inta openin' a shop in tha keep, that way them folks that visit us from tha south have a place ta resupply. Rationale (what is your characters mindset, why does he go out of his way to help others): *Garn grumbles a bit and lowers his chin in thought. It almost looks like his mouth has vanished into his beard...* It be difficult ta explain somethin' like that from me own side of it, though tha best I could say is from what others have told me. I be stubborn, that's for sure. When I get meself set on somethin' it can take tha force of an avalanche ta make me let go. I suppose that be why I get meself in trouble fer not 'backin' off', as I've heard them humans say. I go out of me way ta help, when I can, 'cause there be little good in tha world compared to tha evil tha seems ta be all over. If a man canna stand up fer what be right n'good, 'an damn tha consequences of it, then what give that man tha right to call himself a man? As fer meself, I refuse ta pass on from this world without bein' able ta say "I spat on evil, 'an made it piss itself!" *Garn lets out peels of roaring laughter, and smacks the interviewer firmly on the shoulder, knocking the poor man out of his seat. Quickly gaining his composure, Garn helps the poor fellow back into his chair, and hands him the parchment paper that fell to the ground.* Oh, sorry 'bout that... How do you determine right from wrong (At least 1 paragraph): Och! What sorta question be that? Right from wrong? Ya see a man threatnin' another with harsh words comin' from hate, or with a dagger meant fer blood, that be wrong! Ya see a wee child hungry 'an lost in tha street, without no ma 'er da ta protect them, that be wrong! Ya see a young man helpin' an old lady at tha shop, or stoppin ta help a stranger, that be good! I go with me gut when I have ta... what's that word Mai used... oh, 'evaluate' what be goin' on. *Garn pats his belly, and lets out a hearty chuckle.* 'An me gut rarely be wrong. Reaction to the following situations (At least 1 Paragraph): 1. Cephalus defines ‘justice’ as speaking the truth and paying one's debts. Socrates quickly refutes this account by suggesting that it would be wrong to repay certain debts—for example, to return a borrowed weapon to a friend who is not in his right mind. *Raising his left eyebrow, Garn fixes the interviewer with a hard stare.* Are ye messin' with me boy? What be all that funny business comin' outta yer mouth? Are ye speakin' tongues? *The interviewer quickly apologizes for confusing Garn, and explains the question in a simpler manner.* That's what ye wanted to know? If I be speakin tha truth 'an if I pay me debts? Pah! O'course I speak tha truth! What be tha point in lyin' to tha people who stand by me side? Makin' up stories be a sure fire way ta get kicked in tha rump later. As fer payin' me debts I always do, though tha whole givin' a weapon to a man who ain't right in tha head is a given. Dun give it ta 'im! If yer gut says 'This be a bad idea.' then it be a bad idea. Someone needs ta rename tha phrase 'common sense' ta 'rare sense'. It always seems ta be lackin'! 2. 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? I think ye may want ta explain this one too fella. I get twitchy when I sit still for this long. *Leaning forward Garn slowly points at his forehead, then, grinning, reaches forward and points at the interviewer's face.* Twitchy.. *A look of recognition passes over the interviewer's face as Garn leans back in his seat. Quickly, he rattles off a simpler explanation for Garn to understand.* Ah, so yer askin' a dwarf if he's gonna stand 'an fight or roll over 'an take it? Are ye daft? I BE GARN ANVILSLAYER! I would rather shave me beard off 'an set me arse on fire afore runnin' from a fight! *Without having noticed, Garn was up on his feet, waving his axe in the air, and bellowing at the poor interviewer. Suddenly, Garn stops his shouting, and, looking a bit abashed, puts away his axe and apologizes.* I, er, sorry about that. I get away from meself sometimes. Be there anymore questions? *The interviewer stammers out several "No! No I think we're all set sir!'s" and begins cramming his papers into his satchel. Frantically, the poor man bows his farewell's to Garn, and runs out the door.* *Garn, without fully realizing why the man left in such a hurry, leaned back in his chair and pondered a bit.* ... Did me breath smell bad? *Garn put his right hand up in front of his mouth, and gently huffed into it to test his breath. Not smelling anything unusual about it he casually lifts his arms to sniff at his pits.* Well, I dun smell any worse than normal, musta been somethin' I said.

Soldiers and preachers both should have good rp chances. Some good rp would be welcome in Aeriel's keep.

If you do not want to preach you can be a soldier.