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

These recent attacks do no good for an old man's mind. The war saddens me and I pray every day for peace. My passive methods should not be an example for others. I am nothing but a man who has had his good times. It is up to you, young friends. Violence is not something to encourage. But sometimes only fire can be fought by fire. Stand strong, good friends.

CHAPTER ONE: BIRTH OF A WARRIOR "Will you marry me?" The young man was sweating and his darkblue eyes were focused on his -hopefully- future wife. His name was Medar, a simple guard of the city of Al'khazar. All his life he was very unsecure with women, but when he met Elona, Medar knew he would marry her. Elona was a simple farmer's daughter. Medar met her when he was patrolling arround the countryland. She was doing the laundry in the backyard of a small farm, north of Al'khazar. Her hair was brown as oak, her eyes were like two ermeralds shining a thousand suns, she had a body, so perfectly shaped that even the Roman god Venus would envy. He couldn't find the courage to talk to her, so he returned home, full of thoughts on his beautiful nimph. When he was back home, he told his best friend Platava about the girl he saw in the fields. Platava was a young, handsome man that had tons of confidence with the ladies, he had no trouble filling his bed at the end of every day. "Dear friend," he said, "All you need is a little confidence, there is nothing to fear. You have all the good qualities of a good husband, you can get every girl in Oren, all you need to do is take the first step, those were, are and will be forever be, the hardest steps for a man to take." Medar knew his friend was right, but he still was horrified. He waited three more days to go talk to Elona. Everyday he went to the same spot he first saw her, just to catch a quick glance. At last, the forth day, after being pushed by Platava -and a couple ales-, he took the leap that would change his life forever. It was already late and Elona was about to go sleep, when Medar walked to her. "H-h-hello, my name is Medar, son of -" The girl smiled and he couldn't bring out a single world anymore. "I know you." She said. "You are the guard that watches me from the side of the road every day." This was not according to plan! Medar could feel a shiver through his spine. He counted it as a loss already when she said: "I think it's kind of sweet." The months after that were the best of Medar's life. The love they shared was pure. All his life he thought he was happy, but now he really knows what joy is. Elona moved from the farm to the little house in Al'khazar Medar rented. Elona's father was happy his daughter had found a man with a good job and had no problems with her moving out. Medar and her father actually got along pretty good, as he helped sometimes at the farm when he had a day off guard. A year after they first spoke at the farm, he decides it was time to purpose to Elona. He took her to a little boattrip on the river of Al'khazar. Afterwards, in the moonlight, he bowed before her and kneeled down. "Yes Medar! I will marry you!" Ten months later a lot has changed. They married a month after Medar purposed. At their wedding night, Elona got pregnant. The nine months she was pregnant, she and Medar moved to a little wooden hut somewhere in a village in the Snowy Fields. They were very happy. The 12th of August, Edagor was born. It was a strong baby, his parents felt he was a special boy. The way the little baby breathe, ate, everything pointed to a future full of glory. For the next 3 weeks the boy was raised by the two lovebirds with so much love as one human being can handle. They loved they child so much they would give their lifes for him, they loved Edagor more then anyone has loved someone in their life. Blood, fire, thunder, screaming. The village Medar, Elona and Edagor lived was attacked by Undead. Medar and a couple of other men took their weapons and tried to fight back the monsters. While the men were fighting, an Undead with a servent entered the house of the young family. They took Edagor with them. After a few hours, the Undead fled and Medar was in a cheerful mood. He had found some gold on an Undead and he could kill atleast 3 servants. He walked in the hut with a big smile on his face. Medar turned pale white. He found his wife on the ground in a pool of blood. She had commited suicide. He ran in tears to her and hugged her dead body. When he touched her hands, he found a note. "They took Edager". Medar took the second after he read that note his sword and planted it in his chest. Raght was an Undead servant. He was just recruited a week ago. His flesh was decayed but his mind was not fully corrupted. He was holding Edagor in his hands. He felt that Edagor has a power within him that was special, he was scared. So he gave Edagor to his master, asking if he felt anything special too. "Yesssss." He said. "Thisss boy hassss sssomething. Keep him ssssave Raght, don't lose thisssss one!" They walked out of Oren to Laurelin, where they could kill some elves. When Raght and his master were about to enter Laurelin, a white knight stood in front fo the gate. He was athletic looking, had a short black beard and he wore his iron armor and his sword forged with diamond with pride. "Turn back." he simply said. Raght's master laughed. Raght himself held the baby tighter, not so he could not lose him, but because he was scared. The dark lord raised his staf and invoced a strike of lighting were the knight stood. The brave warrior was familiar with this technique and dodged the wave and ran in 3 long steps to the Undead monster and cut his head of in one fatal swipe. He righted his shoulders, looking at Raght with the baby, he know the young servant was afraid. "Hand me the baby." he said. His voice was deep and warm, but cutting as a knife at the same time. Raght carfully gave the knight Edagor. "Now go. Don't return." CHAPTER TWO: A JOURNEY WITH NO GOAL The next seventeen years of his life, Edagor lived with the white knight. His real name was Almond. Almond never told Edagor that he was a banned prince. He was send away for being in love with a princess of another land, unacceptable to the king. Almond left the castle and lived on his own in the woods, training and surviving. He teached Edagor anything he had learned throughout the years. How to build a hut, what to eat and what not to eat, reading, writing, the great art of philosophy, mastering the sword. Edagor especially liked the swordspractice. He could never beat Amond in a trainingbattle. One day he swore, he would be a better warrior then his mentor and even surpass him! In those seventeen years, Almond always told Edagor that he was his son and that the mother died when he was born. But then, on his birthday, the white knight took Edagor with im and said: "Edagor, I'm sorry I have never said this before, but,... you are not my son." Edagor was shocked, he had assumed for seventeen years Almond was his father. "Then who are my parents?" "I don't know, I freed you of the hands of an Undead master and his servant. I heard they had just battled in a small village in The Snowy Fields." "Are my parents...dead?" "I don't know Edagor." "I must go and find out where I came from! I will go to The Snowy Fields and see if they are still alive!" The White Knight loved Edagor as a son in the time he had trained him, he didn't want him to leave, but he knew he couldn't stop him. "We are now near Laurelin, go there and take the road to Al'khazar, from there you are on your own. You will have to get armor, weapons and you still have a lot to learn Edagor, but you are ready. I believe in you." Edagor looks with tears in his eyes to his mentor. "I've always loved you as a father." "And I have loved you as my own son." They fell in eachothers arms. The next day Edagor had everything packed. Some food, some wood for a camp and a sword. He didn't bring any Minas or armor, Almond said he had to take care of that alone, it would only make him stronger. "Get a job somewhere in Oren, so you can pay for armor and food." The Knight was really sorry Edagor was leaving and he hadn't said much since he heard of his pupil leaving. "I will." Edagor replied. "And be careful for Undead on the road, they are merciless." "I will kill every undead on my road, they took me from my parents, i want revenge." "Don't let bloodthirst blind you, a lot of great warriors fell that way." It was time to say goodbye, Edagor wanted to leave early so he could reach Al'khazar before nightfall. "I may come back, don't forget me!" "I will never forget you Edagor, never." Edagor took his luggage and took of. Hungry for adventure, killing Undead and finding his parents. The road was long, the nights were dangerous and Edagor was not used to the weird creatures he saw. One day, he took a small break when he heard a twig snapping. He froze and sharpened his senses. "Who's there?" A loud silence. His muscles were tensed, really to get into action. Edagor waited statuelike for another minute and then decided it was nothing major. He had just continued eating some of his elvenbread when he heard a deep, very low rumble. He stopped again and stood up now, because he was sure he heard something big. Silence. His heart is beating in his throat as the drums in a battleship. Again, he heard a low rumblind sound. He wandered what it could be. It kind of sounded like... a pig? Edagor didn't had to chance to even finish the thought in his head when the bush next to him started to move. He was ready to take off, but when he saw a little pink face, he calmed down and laughed about the mistake he made. It was just a small little pig. He walked to the animal that he had instantly claimed 'Mr. Wiggles' and gave a quick pet. "What are you doing in the bushed little buddy?" The pig stared emotionless in his eyes. With a smile Edagor turned his back to the pig. "WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" Edagor bounced back in fear and almost fell over Mr. Wiggles. He stood eye to eye with a zombie pigman. For a fraction, they just looked to eachother, not sure what to do. Then Edagor turned 180 degrees and sprinted. Small branches hit him everywhere and left red stripes on his face. He could hear the pigman breath heavily behind him. Edagor coudn't think of anything else then the pigman feasting on his bones. For a moment it felt like the monster was right next to him, breathing warm air in his ear, but when Edagor took a very fast look behind him, he could see the pigman standing still. He had won! The pigman gave up. After that, Edagor decided not to travel at night, when there are a load of monsters out there, anymore and to keep on the road, at all cost. CHAPTER THREE: THE DARK SIDE GLARES A sandy breeze played with Edagor's blonde hair. His blue eyes scanned the area. "Welcome to Kramoroe" This was a place Edagor never heard of. All his eyes could see was sand. The houses were made of sand, the floor was one big pile of sand, even the people were covered with a thick coat of sand. Edagor was secretly wondering if he would get a chuck of sandstone in his mushroom soup he would eat in the Inn today. The young man stopped his journey for a day to explore this magnificent town. He looked at the barracks, the church, all the little houses and he absolutely loved it. When it was arround 7 'o clock he went to the market. He bought an apple with some Minas he had found on a Zombie he killed last night. He enjoyed the loud, crowdy streets and finnaly went to the Free Brother's Inn. He asked for a mushroom soup and took a seat in the corner of the cosy inn. Ten minutes later he received a bowl of piping hot nature's finest. To his pleasure he didn't find sand in his bowl and ate like a starving pig. When he was eating, he couldn't else but notice a shady looking figure was watching him from a stool at the bar. Edagor suddely didn't feel so comfortable anymore and he tried to avoid eyecontact. As the man could read minds, he walked up to Edagor and took a seat right in front of him. Now Edagor could take a close look from the person, he saw that the man was no man, but a woman, and a good-looking one too! Our hero felt much more at ease now. "Hello." The woman was clearly trying to not attract any attention. A brown gown with a hood was covering up her ravenblack hair, two obsidianblack eyes looked as blades in Edagor's. "Hail Miss, what can I do for you?" "I need help, I have lost a book that is of great value for me in the crypte, I seek a goodhearted man that can handle a sword has an extension of his own arm." Edagor took it as a compliment the lady spoke to him. "I could do that, but why can't you get it on your own if you lost it there yourself?" "I was just researching some old drawings in the crypte when I heard a loud bang and a voice screaaming. I let everything I carried drop in fear and ran out as fast as I could, I'm too scared to go back now." "I'll do it, because my mentor thought me I should always help people in need, as God will always repay that double." Edagor didn't mention another reason: the fact he was very attracted to the girl in need. The next day Edagor and Samantha -she said her name after he agreed to do the task- stood outside the crypte. He had packed some things he needed to surivive in there if he would get trapped. Also a sword and a torch couldn't be missing. "Okay, I'm all set, wish me luck!" He was about to get in when Samantha stopped him. "Wait!" Edagor returned to his steps and glared right into the dark eyes of the girl. "I never thanked you for helping me, after all I am just a stranger." Samantha stood on her tippy toes and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. With a smile and a lipmark he walked in the crypte. The crypte was long, dark and there was almost no air to breathe. Edagor covered up his mouth with a piece of cloth to prevent inhaling sand. When he felt he was hungry, he ate and when he felt he was sleepy, he slept. He wandered arround in the crypte for three full days. After fooling himself for a couple moments, he addmitted he was lost. His food almost ran out and he started to really scared he might never get out. Finally when he almost got desperate, he found a book on the floor. It was covered with dust and he had to chase away a rat, nibbling on the pages, to pick it up. "Finnaly." Edagor jumped up and searched the spot where the sounds came from. It was the undead that took Edagor when he was young. "Hello dear friend." He said. "I don't know you! Who are you? And what are you?" Edagor was pointing to his rotting flesh. "I am an Undead." Edagor just realised he hated the Undead but never knew who they were. He immediatly felt an anger growing and tried to attack the Undead. "Stop." The undead waved to Edagor as he was an annoying fly. "There is no point attacking me, you have no power compared to me. Nobody does." Somehow he knew this was true and relaxed. He looked for a moment at the Undead, not knowing what will happen, when a another person enters the room. "I'm back, master" 17 years of being a servant of the Undead has fully corrupted Raght's mind. He followed Iblees as a tame sheep follows his owner. Edagor felt like he knew this man, what he didn't know it was Raght who took his from his parents. The Undead spoke: "Your friend The White Knight thought he killed me when he chopped of my head right? Well he was wrong. Iblees gave me a second chance. A chance to set things right, Edagor. What do you remember of the first years of your life?" Edagor had to admit he didn't remember a thing. "The person you know as Almond, the 'lost' prince, was nothing but a thief. It was him that stole you from your mothers arm and killed them afterwards." "YOU LIAR! Almond would never to that! He loved me as his son!" "Read the book you're holding Edagor. Turn the first page." Edagor forgot he was holding the book of Samantha. He turned the page and read "Dairy of Almond, do not touch!" Edagor looked non-believing to the Undead. "Turn to page 48." Edagor flipped the pages with trembling hands. His eyes flew over the letters he dropped the book out of his hands. "No..." It was a text written in Almond's writing. It described the night of how Edagor was taken, but not by Undead. It told how Almond took him as baby and how he slaughtered his parents. "He was my friend..." "He was a filthy human, just like you. Nobody but us Undead and the God Iblees himself can be trusted." The Undead had planned this for years. From the moment he was given his life back by Iblees, he wanted revange. He decided to corrupt Edagor's mind and let him join the Army of Iblees. After Edagor left home, he and a couple servants went to Almond and forced him to write that fictional story. Almond refused, but he was tortured so bad, he gave in. Everything was going according to plan, soon Edagor will lose his mind and become a follower of Iblees, doing everything for his own sake, not caring about others. "I can't believe this..." Edagor felt like he had to throw up. He fell on his knees and couldn't move. His whole life was a lie. His friend Almond, the happy life they led, he killed his parents. HE KILLED HIS PARENTS. Edagor felt a hate growing upon him. It was great, bigger then he felt anything before. He felt hate for Almond, but also for anyone else. He tried to resist these feeling, looking at the Undead, but the evil monster's eyes pierced through his soul, crushing all his beliefs. Edagor passed out. The voice of the Undead echoed in his dreams. "I know how you feel Edagor, I also was betrayed by humans, here let me help you." The Undead raised his hands and invoked a lighting into the ceiling. A big hole was made. He commanded Raght to take on his shoulders and carry him back outside, climbing out the hole. Somehow Edagor felt he was being moved. An hour later, Edagor, the Undead and Raght were in a cave. Edagor slowly started to wake up. You opened his eyes and stared in the eyes of Raght. "He's up master." "Good, get him some water." The Undead kneeled before Edagor. "How do you feel?" "You don't care, leave me alone." The master smiled, his mind was corrupted. He could feel the hostility and the anger in his veins. "Iblees can help you Edagor. I know you feel hurt, sad and scared. He can show you the way." "Why should I do evil? Iblees can betray me as Almond betrayed me." "You mean, do evil AGAIN." Edagor frowned, looked at Raght staring in the corner and understood what the Undead ment. He had killed two people. Raght explained what Edagor has done when he went in a pychorage. He stole Raght's sword and randomly killed two people and drank there blood. Edagor's mind was blank. He stared with glaced eyes. He heard what Raght said, understood and he knew what he has done was wrong, but he was not terrified by that. He was crazy with fear...because he didn't care. His mind was terrible mixed up. The Undead had filled his head with evil constantly when they met, and when Edagor heard the news about Almond, he snapped. There is no way back now. "It's time you accept Iblees in your soul, it's you're only chance to not feel the pain you have now." Edagor had the feeling the Undead understood him, like he was his friend. "Let's start the ritual." The Undead and Raght took eachother's hands and started chanting. When they did, Edagor heard a voice in his head. "You want the pain to end, Edagor, son of Medar?" The voice was soothing, like the sound of a thousand mermaids. "Yes." "I will help you, I will make it all gone." Edagor liked the idea and made the decision that would change his life forever. "I'm yours." Black. Edagor passed out again. He was lying in the grass. He rembered everything what happened in the cave. Edagor felt hate in his heart, but no pain. Iblees didn't lie to him, he truely was a noble God. The Undead master and Raght were standing next to him. "We're leaving now, goodbye Edagor, enjoy the life as follower of Iblees." "Wait! I want to come, together we can slay everyone that doesn't worship our God, we have alot of work to do." "HAHA! You silly human, you think I would let a simple human travel with me? We are the most gifted race in the universe! No, leave and spread the evil. Perhaps we meet again." Edagor wanted to protest but Iblees spoke in his head. "He is right, you need to go your own ways. Now go! Go in my name and steal as much as you can MURDER EVERYTHING THAT STANDS IN YOUR WAY. THE WORLD WILL SHAKE UNDER YOUR FEET EDAGOR THE WORLD WILL KNOW WHAT A MISTAKE IT WAS TO BETRAY YOU!!! I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO HELP YOU, EVIL SHALL PREVAIL!! GO!!!!" Edagor laughed darkly. "There is much to do." CHAPTER FOUR: A FALL, A RISE. 10 years have past since Edagor has walked the path of an Iblees follower. He had accomplished a lot. He was a high ambassador of the Black Hand, an evil organisation with a goal to help the Undead in their battle with the common races. With that organisation he managed to be trusted with the Great Iblees Servants and he could assist in the battle for Alstion. He had never felt a greater joy in his life. He got to plunder all the chests and feast on some brainless humans. Edagor met a man named Juvens in the Black Hand. This was his step-up for a lot of positions. Thanks to Juvens he got to help building the Alstion fortress, but before they could start their work, the Oren knights recaptured their beloved base. Their hard work to get Alstion back was in vein, as the Undead didn’t left 1 piece of wood standing on the already ruined city. Edagor’s disappointment was huge. He left the Black Hand and decided to be a lone wanderer, slowly speading evil on his own. Luckily, Juvens was a bit more active and he got a great plot of land in his possesions, building Crimson Vale. He asked Edagor for help. For many years, Edagor, Juvens and many others worked on the city that promised a great future. Now, near the accomplishment of Crimson Vale, Edagor started feeling weird. When he killed a dwarf that was passing by, he didn’t feel the same statisfaction as he felt before. When he tortured an elf, refusing to give him his money, he didn’t enjoy the screams as before. Slowly, he knew the hate in his veins had tempered, his anger was as a flame, trying to survive a sturdy wind. Edagor was lost. He couldn’t return to Almond, he couldn’t go to the Oren Kingdom, as he was spit out by every citizen. He couldn’t return to Crimson Vale, as he was bored to death, not finding anything fun to do anymore. He was white, a blank space in Aegis. Nobody cared and nobody would want to care. He was alone. When he was younger, he enjoyed being alone, this was different. His blood was cold, his mind was empty and his heart was lost to Iblees. Edagor always was a man of few words and many deeds. One snowy day, when he was alone in the small room in his residence at Crimson Vale, Edagor took a sword and committed suicide. Juvens, the owner found his corps and buried it. Nothing was heard from him every again. No man asked for his presence, no man cried on his grave, or was there? Almond had been travelling arround the world, searching for Edagor. After the Undead forced him to betray his own pupil, he was dedicated to find him. For those long 10 years, Almond wandered arround the lands, asking arround, searching. A month after Edagor comitted suicide, Almond was stranded at Crimson Vale. He was hungry and looked for a shelter for the night. Juvens was in a good mood at let the man in the unfinished city. They both sat near a campfire and talking about their lives. When Juvens asked Almond what he was looking for, Edagor was mentioned. Juvens explained everything and showed the spot Edagor was buried. And so was Edagor not alone. One man loved him, One man shed a tear of pain in the cold snow near his grave. One man did not forget him. The End.

Today's new part: 'A sandy welcome!' I hope you like today's part! What will Edagor find in the crypte? Find out later!

I will reply on this topic every time I add a new part. Today's new part: 'Never trust Twirly tails'

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"Will you marry me?" The young man was sweating and his darkblue eyes were focused on his -hopefully- future wife. His name was Medar, a simple guard of the city of Al'khazar. All his life he was very unsecure with women, but when he met Elona, Medar knew he would marry her. Elona was a simple farmer's daughter. Medar met her when he was patrolling arround the countryland. She was doing the laundry in the backyard of a small farm, north of Al'khazar. Her hair was brown as oak, her eyes were like two ermeralds shining a thousand suns, she had a body, so perfectly shaped that even the Roman god Venus would envy. He couldn't find the courage to talk to her, so he returned home, full of thoughts on his beautiful nimph. When he was back home, he told his best friend Platava about the girl he saw in the fields. Platava was a young, handsome man that had tons of confidence with the ladies, he had no trouble filling his bed at the end of every day. "Dear friend," he said, "All you need is a little confidence, there is nothing to fear. You have all the good qualities of a good husband, you can get every girl in Oren, all you need to do is take the first step, those were, are and will be forever be, the hardest steps for a man to take." Medar knew his friend was right, but he still was horrified. He waited three more days to go talk to Elona. Everyday he went to the same spot he first saw her, just to catch a quick glance. At last, the forth day, after being pushed by Platava -and a couple ales-, he took the leap that would change his life forever. It was already late and Elona was about to go sleep, when Medar walked to her. "H-h-hello, my name is Medar, son of -" The girl smiled and he couldn't bring out a single world anymore. "I know you." She said. "You are the guard that watches me from the side of the road every day." This was not according to plan! Medar could feel a shiver through his spine. He counted it as a loss already when she said: "I think it's kind of sweet." The months after that were the best of Medar's life. The love they shared was pure. All his life he thought he was happy, but now he really knows what joy is. Elona moved from the farm to the little house in Al'khazar Medar rented. Elona's father was happy his daughter had found a man with a good job and had no problems with her moving out. Medar and her father actually got along pretty good, as he helped sometimes at the farm when he had a day off guard. A year after they first spoke at the farm, he decides it was time to purpose to Elona. He took her to a little boattrip on the river of Al'khazar. Afterwards, in the moonlight, he bowed before her and kneeled down. "Yes Medar! I will marry you!" Ten months later a lot has changed. They married a month after Medar purposed. At their wedding night, Elona got pregnant. The nine months she was pregnant, she and Medar moved to a little wooden hut somewhere in a village in the Snowy Fields. They were very happy. The 12th of August, Edagor was born. It was a strong baby, his parents felt he was a special boy. The way the little baby breathe, ate, everything pointed to a future full of glory. For the next 3 weeks the boy was raised by the two lovebirds with so much love as one human being can handle. They loved they child so much they would give their lifes for him, they loved Edagor more then anyone has loved someone in their life. Blood, fire, thunder, screaming. The village Medar, Elona and Edagor lived was attacked by Undead. Medar and a couple of other men took their weapons and tried to fight back the monsters. While the men were fighting, an Undead with a servent entered the house of the young family. They took Edagor with them. After a few hours, the Undead fled and Medar was in a cheerful mood. He had found some gold on an Undead and he could kill atleast 3 servants. He walked in the hut with a big smile on his face. Medar turned pale white. He found his wife on the ground in a pool of blood. She had commited suicide. He ran in tears to her and hugged her dead body. When he touched her hands, he found a note. "They took Edager". Medar took the second after he read that note his sword and planted it in his chest. Raght was an Undead servant. He was just recruited a week ago. His flesh was decayed but his mind was not fully corrupted. He was holding Edagor in his hands. He felt that Edagor has a power within him that was special, he was scared. So he gave Edagor to his master, asking if he felt anything special too. "Yesssss." He said. "Thisss boy hassss sssomething. Keep him ssssave Raght, don't lose thisssss one!" They walked out of Oren to Laurelin, where they could kill some elves. When Raght and his master were about to enter Laurelin, a white knight stood in front fo the gate. He was athletic looking, had a short black beard and he wore his iron armor and his sword forged with diamond with pride. "Turn back." he simply said. Raght's master laughed. Raght himself held the baby tighter, not so he could not lose him, but because he was scared. The dark lord raised his staf and invoced a strike of lighting were the knight stood. The brave warrior was familiar with this technique and dodged the wave and ran in 3 long steps to the Undead monster and cut his head of in one fatal swipe. He righted his shoulders, looking at Raght with the baby, he know the young servant was afraid. "Hand me the baby." he said. His voice was deep and warm, but cutting as a knife at the same time. Raght carfully gave the knight Edagor. "Now go. Don't return." The next seventeen years of his life, Edagor lived with the white knight. His real name was Almond. Almond never told Edagor that he was a banned prince. He was send away for being in love with a princess of another land, unacceptable to the king. Almond left the castle and lived on his own in the woods, training and surviving. He teached Edagor anything he had learned throughout the years. How to build a hut, what to eat and what not to eat, reading, writing, the great art of philosophy, mastering the sword. Edagor especially liked the swordspractice. He could never beat Amond in a trainingbattle. One day he swore, he would be a better warrior then his mentor and even surpass him! In those seventeen years, Almond always told Edagor that he was his son and that the mother died when he was born. But then, on his birthday, the white knight took Edagor with im and said: "Edagor, I'm sorry I have never said this before, but,... you are not my son." Edagor was shocked, he had assumed for seventeen years Almond was his father. "Then who are my parents?" "I don't know, I freed you of the hands of an Undead master and his servant. I heard they had just battled in a small village in The Snowy Fields." "Are my parents...dead?" "I don't know Edagor." "I must go and find out where I came from! I will go to The Snowy Fields and see if they are still alive!" The White Knight loved Edagor as a son in the time he had trained him, he didn't want him to leave, but he knew he couldn't stop him. "We are now near Laurelin, go there and take the road to Al'khazar, from there you are on your own. You will have to get armor, weapons and you still have a lot to learn Edagor, but you are ready. I believe in you." Edagor looks with tears in his eyes to his mentor. "I've always loved you as a father." "And I have loved you as my own son." They fell in eachothers arms. The next day Edagor had everything packed. Some food, some wood for a camp and a sword. He didn't bring any Minas or armor, Almond said he had to take care of that alone, it would only make him stronger. "Get a job somewhere in Oren, so you can pay for armor and food." The Knight was really sorry Edagor was leaving and he hadn't said much since he heard of his pupil leaving. "I will." Edagor replied. "And be careful for Undead on the road, they are merciless." "I will kill every undead on my road, they took me from my parents, i want revenge." "Don't let bloodthirst blind you, a lot of great warriors fell that way." It was time to say goodbye, Edagor wanted to leave early so he could reach Al'khazar before nightfall. "I may come back, don't forget me!" "I will never forget you Edagor, never." Edagor took his luggage and took of. Hungry for adventure, killing Undead and finding his parents. The road was long, the nights were dangerous and Edagor was not used to the weird creatures he saw. One day, he took a small break when he heard a twig snapping. He froze and sharpened his senses. "Who's there?" A loud silence. His muscles were tensed, really to get into action. Edagor waited statuelike for another minute and then decided it was nothing major. He had just continued eating some of his elvenbread when he heard a deep, very low rumble. He stopped again and stood up now, because he was sure he heard something big. Silence. His heart is beating in his throat as the drums in a battleship. Again, he heard a low rumblind sound. He wandered what it could be. It kind of sounded like... a pig? Edagor didn't had to chance to even finish the thought in his head when the bush next to him started to move. He was ready to take off, but when he saw a little pink face, he calmed down and laughed about the mistake he made. It was just a small little pig. He walked to the animal that he had instantly claimed 'Mr. Wiggles' and gave a quick pet. "What are you doing in the bushed little buddy?" The pig stared emotionless in his eyes. With a smile Edagor turned his back to the pig. "WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" Edagor bounced back in fear and almost fell over Mr. Wiggles. He stood eye to eye with a zombie pigman. For a fraction, they just looked to eachother, not sure what to do. Then Edagor turned 180 degrees and sprinted. Small branches hit him everywhere and left red stripes on his face. He could hear the pigman breath heavily behind him. Edagor coudn't think of anything else then the pigman feasting on his bones. For a moment it felt like the monster was right next to him, breathing warm air in his ear, but when Edagor took a very fast look behind him, he could see the pigman standing still. He had won! The pigman gave up. After that, Edagor decided not to travel at night, when there are a load of monsters out there, anymore and to keep on the road, at all cost. A sandy breeze played with Edagor's blonde hair. His blue eyes scanned the area. "Welcome to Kramoroe" This was a place Edagor never heard of. All his eyes could see was sand. The houses were made of sand, the floor was one big pile of sand, even the people were covered with a thick coat of sand. Edagor was secretly wondering if he would get a chuck of sandstone in his mushroom soup he would eat in the Inn today. The young man stopped his journey for a day to explore this magnificent town. He looked at the barracks, the church, all the little houses and he absolutely loved it. When it was arround 7 'o clock he went to the market. He bought an apple with some Minas he had found on a Zombie he killed last night. He enjoyed the loud, crowdy streets and finnaly went to the Free Brother's Inn. He asked for a mushroom soup and took a seat in the corner of the cosy inn. Ten minutes later he received a bowl of piping hot nature's finest. To his pleasure he didn't find sand in his bowl and ate like a starving pig. When he was eating, he couldn't else but notice a shady looking figure was watching him from a stool at the bar. Edagor suddely didn't feel so comfortable anymore and he tried to avoid eyecontact. As the man could read minds, he walked up to Edagor and took a seat right in front of him. Now Edagor could take a close look from the person, he saw that the man was no man, but a woman, and a good-looking one too! Our hero felt much more at ease now. "Hello." The woman was clearly trying to not attract any attention. A brown gown with a hood was covering up her ravenblack hair, two obsidianblack eyes looked as blades in Edagor's. "Hail Miss, what can I do for you?" "I need help, I have lost a book that is of great value for me in the crypte, I seek a goodhearted man that can handle a sword has an extension of his own arm." Edagor took it as a compliment the lady spoke to him. "I could do that, but why can't you get it on your own if you lost it there yourself?" "I was just researching some old drawings in the crypte when I heard a loud bang and a voice screaaming. I let everything I carried drop in fear and ran out as fast as I could, I'm too scared to go back now." "I'll do it, because my mentor thought me I should always help people in need, as God will always repay that double." Edagor didn't mention another reason: the fact he was very attracted to the girl in need. The next day Edagor and Samantha -she said her name after he agreed to do the task- stood outside the crypte. He had packed some things he needed to surivive in there if he would get trapped. Also a sword and a torch couldn't be missing. "Okay, I'm all set, wish me luck!" He was about to get in when Samantha stopped him. "Wait!" Edagor returned to his steps and glared right into the dark eyes of the girl. "I never thanked you for helping me, after all I am just a stranger." Samantha stood on her tippy toes and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. With a smile and a lipmark he walked in the crypte. The crypte was long, dark and there was almost no air to breathe. Edagor covered up his mouth with a piece of cloth to prevent inhaling sand. When he felt he was hungry, he ate and when he felt he was sleepy, he slept. He wandered arround in the crypte for three full days. After fooling himself for a couple moments, he addmitted he was lost. His food almost ran out and he started to really scared he might never get out. Finally when he almost got desperate, he found a book on the floor. It was covered with dust and he had to chase away a rat, nibbling on the pages, to pick it up. "Finnaly." Edagor jumped up and searched the spot where the sounds came from. It was the undead that took Edagor when he was young. "Hello dear friend." He said. "I don't know you! Who are you? And what are you?" Edagor was pointing to his rotting flesh. "I am an Undead." Edagor just realised he hated the Undead but never knew who they were. He immediatly felt an anger growing and tried to attack the Undead. "Stop." The undead waved to Edagor as he was an annoying fly. "There is no point attacking me, you have no power compared to me. Nobody does." Somehow he knew this was true and relaxed. He looked for a moment at the Undead, not knowing what will happen, when a another person enters the room. "I'm back, master" 17 years of being a servant of the Undead has fully corrupted Raght's mind. He followed Iblees as a tame sheep follows his owner. Edagor felt like he knew this man, what he didn't know it was Raght who took his from his parents. The Undead spoke: "Your friend The White Knight thought he killed me when he chopped of my head right? Well he was wrong. Iblees gave me a second chance. A chance to set things right, Edagor. What do you remember of the first years of your life?" Edagor had to admit he didn't remember a thing. "The person you know as Almond, the 'lost' prince, was nothing but a thief. It was him that stole you from your mothers arm and killed them afterwards." "YOU LIAR! Almond would never to that! He loved me as his son!" "Read the book you're holding Edagor. Turn the first page." Edagor forgot he was holding the book of Samantha. He turned the page and read "Dairy of Almond, do not touch!" Edagor looked non-believing to the Undead. "Turn to page 48." Edagor flipped the pages with trembling hands. His eyes flew over the letters he dropped the book out of his hands. "No..." It was a text written in Almond's writing. It described the night of how Edagor was taken, but not by Undead. It told how Almond took him as baby and how he slaughtered his parents. "He was my friend..." "He was a filthy human, just like you. Nobody but us Undead and the God Iblees himself can be trusted." The Undead had planned this for years. From the moment he was given his life back by Iblees, he wanted revange. He decided to corrupt Edagor's mind and let him join the Army of Iblees. After Edagor left home, he and a couple servants went to Almond and forced him to write that fictional story. Almond refused, but he was tortured so bad, he gave in. Everything was going according to plan, soon Edagor will lose his mind and become a follower of Iblees, doing everything for his own sake, not caring about others. "I can't believe this..." Edagor felt like he had to throw up. He fell on his knees and couldn't move. His whole life was a lie. His friend Almond, the happy life they led, he killed his parents. HE KILLED HIS PARENTS. Edagor felt a hate growing upon him. It was great, bigger then he felt anything before. He felt hate for Almond, but also for anyone else. He tried to resist these feeling, looking at the Undead, but the evil monster's eyes pierced through his soul, crushing all his beliefs. Edagor passed out. The voice of the Undead echoed in his dreams. "I know how you feel Edagor, I also was betrayed by humans, here let me help you." The Undead raised his hands and invoked a lighting into the ceiling. A big hole was made. He commanded Raght to take on his shoulders and carry him back outside, climbing out the hole. Somehow Edagor felt he was being moved. An hour later, Edagor, the Undead and Raght were in a cave. Edagor slowly started to wake up. You opened his eyes and stared in the eyes of Raght. "He's up master." "Good, get him some water." The Undead kneeled before Edagor. "How do you feel?" "You don't care, leave me alone." The master smiled, his mind was corrupted. He could feel the hostility and the anger in his veins. "Iblees can help you Edagor. I know you feel hurt, sad and scared. He can show you the way." "Why should I do evil? Iblees can betray me as Almond betrayed me." "You mean, do evil AGAIN." Edagor frowned, looked at Raght staring in the corner and understood what the Undead ment. He had killed two people. Raght explained what Edagor has done when he went in a pychorage. He stole Raght's sword and randomly killed two people and drank there blood. Edagor's mind was blank. He stared with glaced eyes. He heard what Raght said, understood and he knew what he has done was wrong, but he was not terrified by that. He was crazy with fear...because he didn't care. His mind was terrible mixed up. The Undead had filled his head with evil constantly when they met, and when Edagor heard the news about Almond, he snapped. There is no way back now. "It's time you accept Iblees in your soul, it's you're only chance to not feel the pain you have now." Edagor had the feeling the Undead understood him, like he was his friend. "Let's start the ritual." The Undead and Raght took eachother's hands and started chanting. When they did, Edagor heard a voice in his head. "You want the pain to end, Edagor, son of Medar?" The voice was soothing, like the sound of a thousand mermaids. "Yes." "I will help you, I will make it all gone." Edagor liked the idea and made the decision that would change his life forever. "I'm yours." Black. Edagor passed out again. He was lying in the grass. He rembered everything what happened in the cave. Edagor felt hate in his heart, but no pain. Iblees didn't lie to him, he truely was a noble God. The Undead master and Raght were standing next to him. "We're leaving now, goodbye Edagor, enjoy the life as follower of Iblees." "Wait! I want to come, together we can slay everyone that doesn't worship our God, we have alot of work to do." "HAHA! You silly human, you think I would let a simple human travel with me? We are the most gifted race in the universe! No, leave and spread the evil. Perhaps we meet again." Edagor wanted to protest but Iblees spoke in his head. "He is right, you need to go your own ways. Now go! Go in my name and steal as much as you can MURDER EVERYTHING THAT STANDS IN YOUR WAY. THE WORLD WILL SHAKE UNDER YOUR FEET EDAGOR THE WORLD WILL KNOW WHAT A MISTAKE IT WAS TO BETRAY YOU!!! I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO HELP YOU, EVIL SHALL PREVAIL!! GO!!!!" Edagor laughed darkly. "There is much to do."

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name:Tomurohen. -How old are you?:I am 17 years old. -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in Belgium, so the time-zone i live in is GTM+1 -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I think I master the basics of the English language. I have been learning it in school for a couple of years now and before that I picked up a lot from other games, movies and my favorite soap: Friends. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Hello, my real name is Tom. I live in Koksijde, Belgium. Fun and laugher are words that are typed in CAP LOCKS in my dictionary. I like sports and love to be busy with philosophy. I study Latin-Maths and try to progress to a medical degree. That would be all you need to know of me! -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I don't weekly, but I can play serveral hours every day. -How long have you played minecraft?: A couple of weeks now. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well I know it's you play some character you are not in real life and act like that character as a different individual. This new personality is often situated in another time. Well I played a lot of roleplaying games, but mostly MMORPG's like Guild Wars, World of Warcraft,... So I am very aware of the term 'roleplaying'! :D -What do you expect this server will be like?: A fun gameplay, nice castles, beautiful environment, making my own cosy home, and plenty coplayers that would accept me with open arms and I can have a good laugh with! -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:Herocraft. The leveling system didn't appeal to me and the players weren't as friendly as I hoped to. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree to everything, they are actually just the normal basic rules as any roleplaying server, but they are correct and I accept them. I like the backstory of the Lore, and I also like the names of all places the maker choose, very medival-sounding. -Name the 4 races on this server: Humans, Dwarves, Elves and Orcs. -How did you hear about us?: Minestatus. -Did you vote?: I did, on all 3 of them. -What was your favourite Law?: No touching the landscape :) -What was your least favourite Law?: No griefing, I love to grief. NAH kidding! :D For me, there are no bad rules, there all fine to me. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Tomurohen In-Character: -Character Name: Edagor -What is your Race?: Human -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Tomurohen -Biography: Few know the Temple of Edagor. It is a temple on the highest cloud where God and all fallen heroes come together and feast. It was here that all brave knights, that have shown thereselves worthy, tell there stories to eachother and bring up good memories. It was a neverending heaven where everything they have wished for in their life, has become real. But one day in paradise, one hero, Mortrad, started to brag about his adventures. Mortrad was a king of Remah, an old kingdom. He did a lot of good when he was young, but his heart got corrupted as his life passed on, but God decided to let him in the Temple of Edagor, as a reward for his good deeds in his earlier days. But that day, God has come to regret that decision. Mortrad started to set everyone up, saying his time on earth was the most fortunate thing that could ever happen in this world. All other heroes claimed they were the most keen knights and fights started all over the place. From then on, the Temple of Edagor was just one competition to be the most worthy and the most brave warrior of all time. When another discussion had started, God had enough of it. "THAT IS ENOUGH! I will end this now! I will forge a warrior, so strong that mountains will shiver when his sword clings to another one's shield. I will forge a warrior, so brave that all citizens will shout his name in joy when he enters a town. I will forge a craftsman, that everything he makes is indestructable and will be able to slay dragons with eese. When this man dies and comes to the Temple of Edagor, there will be no discussion who will be the bravest of all. I will name him after this temple, Edagor. Even though I will put all these talents in him, he will have to discover them himself. He will have to develop them, maintain them. Edagor will be the greastest of all, but he will need to earn it. He will be born in Aegis, as a normal farmer's boy. From then on, it will be up to him." And so Edagor was born. The first 15 years of his life, he worked hard with his father and has already become the strongest young man of his village, he felt that he had great strenght to his dispose, but that it would not come out if he stays at the farm with his father. He ran away from his parents and fled deep into a forest. There he would meet a man, who calls himself the White Knight. In fact he is a lost prince who is banned from his kingdom by his evil uncle. They get in a fight and the White Knight wins from Edagor. But the White Knight is kind and asks the boy where his parents are. When Edagor tells him about his plan and how he feels the powers of the God within him, the White Knight decides to take Edagor with him and learn him all about the art of swordmanship. 2 years later, Edagor had already completed his training. "Nobody ever got to defeat me, and you managed it already in 2 years. You are really special. I can learn you nothign anymore, if you want you can stay with me, but if you want to go and get more experience in life and develop your skills even more, I will not stop you." Edagor feels God pushing him towards new adventures, he feels he needs to do greater things, and even though he loved the White Knight, he took armor, a sword, some food and head out, looking for new things to learn. He knew one day, he would do great things and write history, but he still had a long road to walk. -Character Age: 17 years old. -Character Appearance: A muscular young man with a short beard. His eyes are piercing blue and his hair dark and curly. His face is blessed with a smooth skin where no scars harm his appearance. He always wears white clothes, as a reminder of his mentor The White Knight, and a bracelet that reminds him to his parents and the farm. -Character Personality: His hunger for experience and his thirst for adventure sometimes make him quite obsessive. He doesn't talk much and gets barely sidetracked. He may seem moody and non-caring, but he has a heart of gold and he can never resist fo helping people out. -Your ambitions: He wants to a great hero, he wants everything that can be mastered, mastered. He wants build a kingdom with his bare hands, help people with the smallest issues. -Can your character read or write?: Yes he can, he learned it from The White Knight. -Can your character mine?: As the best, as a farmer, he learned the basics from his father. He made under the house a network of mines where he dug up alot of gold, making his parents rich before he left. -Are you a capable builder? He can build simple things, enough to survive and enough to not fall out of tone. -Can you wield a sword?: He is a fullblood warrior, his skills are great and his will to fight is even greater. Edagor learned from the best and he is willing to learn new techniques everyday. -Enjoy Farming?: No. -Does your character have any special skills?: When he is at the end of his energy, he can always find new source of power to regain a strenght surpassing levels he didn't dare to think of. He is also helped alot by God, whispering good things to do in his ear. -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/706/tomurohen.png/ -Other Information: None.

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name:Tomurohen. -How old are you?:I am 17 years old. -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in Belgium, so the time-zone i live in is GTM+1 -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I think I master the basics of the English language. I have been learning it in school for a couple of years now and before that I picked up a lot from other games, movies and my favorite soap: Friends. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Hello, my real name is Tom. I live in Koksijde, Belgium. Fun and laugher are words that are typed in CAP LOCKS in my dictionary. I like sports and love to be busy with philosophy. I study Latin-Maths and try to progress to a medical degree. That would be all you need to know of me! -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I don't weekly, but I can play serveral hours every day. -How long have you played minecraft?: A couple of weeks now. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well I know it's you play some character you are not in real life and act like that character as a different individual. This new personality is often situated in another time. Well I played a lot of roleplaying games, but mostly MMORPG's like Guild Wars, World of Warcraft,... So I am very aware of the term 'roleplaying'! :D -What do you expect this server will be like?: A fun gameplay, nice castles, beautiful environment, making my own cosy home, and plenty coplayers that would accept me with open arms and I can have a good laugh with! -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:Herocraft. The leveling system didn't appeal to me and the players weren't as friendly as I hoped to. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree to everything, they are actually just the normal basic rules as any roleplaying server, but they are correct and I accept them. I like the backstory of the Lore, and I also like the names of all places the maker choose, very medival-sounding. -Name the 4 races on this server: Humans, Dwarves, Elves and Orcs. -How did you hear about us?: Minestatus. -Did you vote?: I did, on all 3 of them. -What was your favourite Law?: No touching the landscape :) -What was your least favourite Law?: No griefing, I love to grief. NAH kidding! :D For me, there are no bad rules, there all fine to me. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Tomurohen In-Character: -Character Name: Edagor -What is your Race?: Human -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Tomurohen -Biography: In a small village somewhere in Aegis, a little baby was born. From the moment he was born, his parents knew he would do great things. The way the child breathe, the way he moved, everything he did pointed to a great future. In a small war between 2 little villages his parents were killed. He was taken by the the others. While the child was transported to the enemy's camp, he was rescued by a man that was know as The White Knight. He grew up with him and became a great fighter. When he was 17, his new father, The White Knight, died. He takes some simple things with him and decides to go arround and wander in the world of Aegis, searching for a new home. -Character Age: 17 years old. -Character Appearance: Atletic, mid-long blond/brown hair and a small beard. A scar on this chest marking a fight he was in when he was young. He also wears the clothes of his died mentor, The White Knight. -Character Personality: An intelligent and strong warrior. The mind of a true hero, helping people on his path and always thinking on what is rightious. -Your ambitions: Find a home and start a new life, making his kingdom great. -Can your character read or write?: Yes he can, he learned it from The White Knight. -Can your character mine?: Yes. -Are you a capable builder? He can build simple things, enough to survive and enough to not fall out of tone. -Can you wield a sword?: He is a fullblood warrior, his skills are great and his will to fight is even greater. -Enjoy Farming?: No. -Does your character have any special skills?: When he is at the end of his energy, he can always find new source of power to regain a strenght surpassing levels he didn't dare to think of. -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/706/tomurohen.png/ -Other Information: He likes to dance in his bathroom when nobody sees him.