Altan Carlier

Chapter 1: A journey begins "What?! Leaving?" Roger's face turns red as he throws his plate full with pork through the room. Altan dodges the attack and retains his determined frown. "Yes father, I have to do this on my own." Roger is taken aback by the surprisingly dapper words and takes a deep breath, calming himself down. His son takes a seat in front of him and explains to him why he wants to leave his paternal home. Altan has always had everything he wanted. Roger Carlier, his father, was a very wealthy merchant up in the north. With the move to Vailor, Roger had made some clever investments and had gotten hold of a large sum of money. He used this to purchase a large plot of land in the snowy plains and from there, he built a well-oiled empire. Shortly after the rise of his business, the economical mastermind already felt that his wealth meant nothing without someone to share it with. He sold everything and decided to live alone in a grand mansion near a small village. Every day he would buy his groceries personally in the town's humble market. It is there he met Veerla, a 30-something woman who had lost her previous husband in a tragic fire. She saw him everyday, wearing his expensive clothes and always tipping generously. But it was not the size of his wallet, but his look of confidence and an aura of wisdom that attracted her towards him. They married and Veerla gave birth to a single son, Altan Carlier. Shortly after Altan's birth, Veerla passed away. She lost too much blood during the procedure and fought an uphill battle for weeks. Roger saw his wife suffer and started to resent Altan for the death of his beloved. Altan himself never knew his mother and grew up in isolation. Roger barely spoke with Altan and almost never left the house anymore. He'd let his servants buy the groceries and the inhabitants of the town near the large Carlier mansion were starting wonder what happened to the once so cheerful Roger. In an attempt to make Altan useful, without having to do anything himself, Roger surrounded him with the most prestigious teachers money could buy. They thought him how to read, politics, geography, biology, rhetoric, basically everything that Roger found useful. But despite the many efforts to impress his father, Altan could never earn his love. He excelled in any intellectual challenge he took, but could never make Roger proud. This lead to many frustrations within Altan. He grew restless and angry. He started to hate everyone around him, especially his father. He felt like all his efforts were pointless and felt imprisoned in his own fatherly home. At the age of 18, he denounced all his teachers. Also Roger didn't see the need in further educating him. For a couple years they lived in the same house, but lead their own separate lives. One day Altan was walking through the small village near the mansion. He noticed a homeless man sitting against a lone wall, with the biggest smile upon his face he's ever seen. Cynical as he is, he approaches the man. "You have more dirt on your body than you have clothes. Why would you smile like you've won a prize bull?" The homeless person chuckles and shakes his head. Altan's face turns red "Answer me, filth!" he thunders. The poor man just laughs. Altan leaves, furiously. How dare this low-life mock him? He returns home, but the sight of the homeless man never really leaves his mind. That night, Altan can't fall asleep. He's more angry than he's ever been in his life. All the frustration in his body bottles up and he can't stay still for a split second. He decides to go for a nightly walk, as he's sure he won't be able to sleep anytime soon. -to be continued-

As you walk across a lone message board, you notice a tall, muscular man with a worn out jacket pinning something on. It's a piece of parchment with the following rhyming words: Next to the pamphlet is a smaller piece of paper with this written on it: "Every order will be gathered immediately after notification. It takes maximum 2 Elven days to complete." Below the pamphlet is left some space for replies

Donation money doesn't disappear. But to stay at the topic at hand, please plan your releases more carefully. I don't mind it taking forever, but stick to a deadline for once. The problem of unexpected problems can be easily avoided by taking the server down for an entire, predetermined, day and doing everything that has to be done there. GMT players (including myself) have now wasted an entire night waiting for the heavily anticipated release of 3.75. The way is has been done now comes across as careless and like only American players count to you. That being said, I realize I'm complaining about free entertainment. I love the work you guys have put in the server so far and it really shows that you're all dedicated to creating a wonderful experience. Yours sincerely, Tom

Vedorus steps up, curious. Enticed by the mystery he rumbles through his pockets, looking for loose change. He finds some, counts it and smiles satisfied. He jumps up. "150 mina for the fourth chest, please, kind man!" Vedorus goes back to sit down, having both his hands resting on his walking cane, patient for following bids.

If they wanted to remove creative mode bugs, they would do it another way since you can put them in chests anyway.

Maybe you can add a couple things about his new personality? But for the rest it looks good and I hope we'll meet one day to roleplay (just don't kill me too :D). Tom.

Gold coins.

The construction of Empyreal is on full speed i'd say. Dysgalt is busy making very nice building and it should be worth visiting by everyone soon. It should be a place were everyone can be treated peacefully and you enjoy the beauty of the untamed seas. It should be approved for a million reasons, but incredible dedication from a good group of players says a thousand words.

10/10 for the awesome moustache.

9/10 Very nice. I like the cold colors, the proud pose of the dwarf and the overall picture.

((golden apples is worth 1k? I just gave away 30 of 'em LOL))

Although the clashes of good versus evil and thus the many battles and war sadden me, this is more then good news. Throughout the years, many have tried to talk with the undead, finding a peaceful way to live in harmory together, but as we all know, that failed. Now it is time for us to take up the weapons. Brush up your armor, read your spellbook, sharpen your arrows, but also kiss your wive, say goodbye to your best friends and see the last sunrise of your homeland. The nether only bears danger. -Thokul the Wise

((This is all ooc, my character is not the merchant, but got stuff at a special occasion)) What to be sold: -28 Gold Ingots -28 Gold Apples -74 20 Obisidian blocks -78 glowstone -121 Netherrack -74 Iron Ingots -1 Diamond sword -21 blaze rods Make an offer and i'll consider it. Everything went out quickly, bold items were given away. -Thokul