imjoebaker

*Within the barracks of the great elven city of Normandor, a journal lies upon the floor outside of the guard quarters. It has been left open to what appears to be a random page.* I find myself once again sitting upon a particular birch tree within the inner court of the cloud sanctuary. I find it comforting, the leaves that weave between my crossed legs. The branches that support me, making a slight indent that could now be best described as a perfect mould, a second skin if you will. I could not say what first brought me here. Perhaps it was within my nature to climb a tree. Or perhaps I was just curious to watch the on goings of the sanctuary just beneath my feet. My time as guard of Malinor has had its ups and downs. There have been numerous times where I have felt like I have responsibility. Purpose you could say. But who am I to say what is right and what is wrong? The realm has its laws and customs and I have been chosen to enforce them. I do take pride in my work, that much is certain although the words that come out of my mouth are not those of my own. I am merely a converter. Translating and reiterating the juristiction of others that have been decided by those who I do not know me from friend or foe. So here I am sat today. Defending a tree from unwanted visitors. Sounds bizarre does it not? For what does a tree need defending from? These lands are protected by those who watch over us in our times of need. I am not needed here. I am here free of choice but it has been whilst sitting upon this tree it has become apparent that if I am to protect and care for the people of Malinor who I love and cherish dearly. I must first be able to guard this tree. This simple birch tree. That much I can control. I have sat here for quite some time, trying to keep to myself. I would close my eyes and tune out from the rest of the world. Trying to make sense of thoughts that to me seem apparent but to converge with others would only come across as paranoia or self doubt. I can not have others see me like that. I do not want them to think that I am not in control. For if they did, I fear my ambitions would be shot down like a dove in unwanted territory. I find that uncomfortable to say the least. So I sit here in this birch tree. This tree that I am defending. I sit here in silence. It's fair to say I do not go unnoticed. Even now I see another coming towards me. A small human boy, surely no older than seventeen. He has been examining my position for quite some time. I suppose I shall politely ask him to find another tree. I shall continue these thoughts for another time. ~ End of Journal entry

Name: Tengen Sohei True name: imjoebaker Race: Wood Elf Origin: I grew up in the outskirts of the elven city of Laurelin within the lands of Aegis. My upbringing was one of peace. My father Alberic loved me dearly, although he struggled to show it. To contemplate, Alberic gave me his knowledge, his wisdom and above all how to become a better Elf. It would be common to see us side by side wondering around the forests of the realm. The lessons I received were entwined in riddles, never a definitive answer, always up for question for another nights walk. I feel I blended in quite well with the people. I saw them as equals and with that expected nothing more but their servitude to the realm. I was never allowed to leave the the central city of Laurelin unsupervised. This fed at my curiosity to the extent that I confronted my father. Alberic would dismiss the issue, and break it down to a point where it was wrapped about in riddles, which I managed to make little sense of. I did not blame my father for his secrecy but it motivated me like non other. When I came of age (105) I was presented with the opportunity to become a guard of a small settlement called Corvus Animus. Here I believe my teachings came into play and it was not long until I was appointed the rank of Sheriff. My father felt that I was not ready for such a position. This created quite some animosity between the two of us and this lead to a split in our relationship. From that point on my immaturity due to a lack of knowledge of the world I inhabits has forced me into all sorts of scenarios that leave me well over my head. I think that it is my polite mannerism and good will that has helped me gain numerous allies along the way to help me in my endeavours. Why do you wish to become a citizen of Malinor: After arriving in Auslon much later than my friends and companions, 41 years to be precise. I feel that I should stick to what I know, and that is to live within the capital under close supervision. I think that is why I chose to become a Guard, which has had its ups and down thus far. My true reasoning is to learn the ways of the council and follow in my fathers footsteps. Perhaps it will bring me peace for me and the people of Moralin. Do you agree to adhere to the rules of Malinor: I do. I have already taken my oath as a Guard of Malinor in which I have tried to pass those teachings onto others. Skills: I am an adept archer (50) and I am fairly competent with lumbering (24). Although it is not my weapon of choice my fathers sword has done well to protect me, and I spent many years practicing with it (38)

Minecraft account Name: imjoebaker Current Rank: Initiate RP name: Tengen Sohei

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