Mingpow321

((I'm not sure of the name, but it's the two main ones for ArmaLuna. My house doesn't have a specific region to its own.))

Welcome back to the server! I can't wait to see the difference having a new, fresh plugin dev-team will make!

Arn pins a small note to the door outside of his house, it reads... "I still actively live out of this home, it has been my home for a few decades now. If you need any help regarding the rest of ArmaLuna I am, as always, willing to assist." He nods his head contentedly and strides back inside, taking a seat at his table near the hearth.

Architecture I think that hobbit holes should be kind of sprawling, luxurious, and homey. Right now the hobbit holes of the Vale feel rather boxy to me, closed in. Think Bilbo's hole in the Shire, it sprawls across a fair amount of space on the inside. Flora/Fauna I'm (probably) going to be developing some lore for the types of animals/plants that will be native to the dwarven mountain ranges in 3.0. I really don't have a clue what would fit in a hobbit-type area, but it's just an interesting idea. Possible Names (Thanks to Bili for reminding me.) Haven-Oak Shiredown Littlevale Springdale

I have a really great pillar design myself and a friend came up with on a small dwarf build we did a while back, it might be to your liking. I'll link some screenshots of it when I get on my PC. Aside from that, I think that there should be minimal lighting at the top of caverns to give a feeling of depth. I have a little idea that would enable the illusion of light at the top while actually keeping it dark, again I'll link screenshots when I get on my PC.

I would like to ask one thing. If it's PvP initiated as soon as you move in MC, how does one even escape from anything? If I've disabled the person I'm fighting and then I emote running can he then kill me as soon as I MC move?

((Heebeh... Can I make your king skin?))

Building on Aengoth's job and group ideas, I believe it would be interesting if the dwarves were to implement a sort of caste system. Power and respect scaling like such: -Nobles***** -Clergy**** -Magically Adept*** -Craftsmen/Artisans*** -Warriors*** -Plebeians** (Miners, lumberjacks, etc.) -Dishonored It is always possible to advance one's place in society through hard work and achievement, assuring that those who offer the most to the nation also reap the largest benefits. This system of castes does not necessarily need to be written into law or made official by the government, it could merely be the natural way of things. Just mah two cents... (On phone.)

Gorbo reads over the notice and nods his head, he scribbles his information at the bottom of the notice. It's written in poor common. ((Just going to put it in normal English for ease of reading.)) ((MC Name: Mingpow321)) Name: Gorbo Place of Residence: The gobo-cave, yet to be built.

-Dun got snipped-

Perhaps the higher tiers of the Proving would be accessible by the commoner clan with the most wins against other commoner clans. It would allow for a sort of chance for a common clan to gain more prestige, perhaps even eventually working themselves into the nobility.

Hey! The gobos could ride Skaven into battle...

Arn shoves through the throng of people gawking at one of the posters. As he steps up to it he quickly scans over the script, a tired smile spreading across his face. Arn rips down the poster, turning to the crowd of now jeering peasants. "Nothing to see 'ere, move along folks! Go on, get goin'!" He quickly rolls up the poster and tucks it into his belt, a look of contemplation painted across his face. Arn walks off down the street, frowning to himself, mulling over the things that were said and the things he has noticed in his own observations.

Gorbo sees the letter posted in Kal' Anart and sighs. "Wud 'bout Gorbo's gobo-cave...?"

Arn shakes his head, obviously growing irritated that he must continue covering the same points. "It is /not/ wealth that /I/ want, it is wealth that the Silverblades can use to ArmaLuna's advantage in its restoration. None of their money, their riches, will benefit me in any way except for giving me the pleasure of seeing ArmaLuna as it once was. And please, if you're so sure that Malinor shall be victorious, explain to me your way of thinking."

Arn nods his head in reply to Sean. "You are correct, the ultimate decision /does/ lie with you. But, there was a council so we might give input upon the decisions being made by ArmaLuna in the world. And I never said I wished for ArmaLuna to be independent, I merely believe that if Malinor withdraws their claim it will keep the peace. Now, as for what the Silverblades can do? I know for a fact they'll listen to you and me, they're trustworthy folks whom I have had the pleasure of knowing since Aegis. Second, they are, to my knowledge, the richest people in Asulon at the moment. They would spare no expense to see ArmaLuna back on its feet. And finally, they have the military power to support us. Who do you really think will be the victor of the coming battle, no offense to you, High Princess.

Arn nods to Sean, smiling warmly and not the least bit disgruntled by his qualms. "A pleasure to see you as well, friend, though I do wish it was not under such circumstances. I wish to start by saying that in no way have I been swayed from the Island's best interest, it is still my foremost priority in this matter. As for the Silverblades, no they have not bribed me or promised me anything to sway my judgement. I merely asked Sythra to withdraw her claim to avoid the inevitable bloodshed, for it /is/ unnecessary. Now, as for the council and my 'power', I have none. I speak like I do for the sake of the Isle and if you truly think my words are not in its best interest then override them. But I will have you know one thing, a council is made to make decisions together. I did not see a council being held when we were handed to the elves, the people of ArmaLuna were given no choice. Even if the people are all of three..." Arn leans on the table, looking across to Sean.

Arn smiles ruefully at Sythra. "You want all of the residents of ArmaLuna? Well, you're looking at them. To my knowledge, we are only missing Sean and Eurydice, both of whom I have not seen in some years."

Arn has a disgruntled look on his face at the abrupt end of the meeting. "I shall speak with the Silverblades, perhaps I can persuade them from using their cannons. Mitigate the damage done upon the Island... As for whose side I bare arms with, that truly depends. Perhaps I shall stay neutral in this fight, it would not be wise to draw the blood of my potential partners, elf or Silverblade. Sythra, if you would, I request that you do not clash with the Silverblades. We both know that bloodshed should not happen upon ArmaLuna. If you would simply give it to them, not out of weakness but wisdom, it would be a true gesture of your dedication to ArmaLuna."

Arn raises an eyebrow at Sythra's words as he clears his throat, sitting up in his chair. "I hope you do not mean to state that ArmaLuna has no say in the matter? ArmaLuna is still very much its own and though you may 'own' it in the literal sense, you surely do not own it in spirit. Perhaps I was wrong in my trust that this would turn out as a favorable option for all... I know for a fact that the Silverblades have the resources to support ArmaLuna, they're a very rich family. I also know that they have the power to hold it if it ever fell under attack, especially with their alliance to the orcs. And I'm sure that they would give me a say in its governing being that I am one of its oldest residents. Yet as for Malinor, I am beginning to doubt that the elven nation is truly ArmaLuna's best choice..."

Arn steps up once more and begins to speak, his face no longer painted with anger. "Forgive my accusatory tone earlier, I'm merely perturbed by this turn of events. A guard of a few men seems reasonable to me, not a fleet of warships bearing an army. This aside, I hope we can carry on with our meeting and its overall goal." He turns to Dio, smiling apologetically. "Sorry for the delay in my answer to your proposition. Though I do enjoy that you respect ArmaLuna's independence, I do not wish to withdraw from the world for that would bring us nowhere. ArmaLuna grows lonely with so few people to carry on its lively nature. I merely state that if we do not come to a peaceful decision with this council that I will have no other choice."

Arn steps forward as Cethis enters, listening intently to his words. His grimace turns darker. "If you truly wished peace you would not arrive with an army, you would arrive clad in white brandishing not a sword but an olive branch. Why would you feel it necessary to stoop to the level of those who you believe threaten you?" As he finishes this he quickly swings his gaze to Sythra. "These are the ones who you choose to ally with? I even wonder if perhaps you told them specifically to bring such an army?" Arn awaits her response, his face still painted sour.

Arn shakes his head, a sad smile spreading across his face as though he knew this would happen. "This is not the diplomacy I hoped to see, this is preparing for war. A war that I will not allow to happen upon the shores of ArmaLuna. The fact that one of your allies would assemble an army merely to come to a peaceful meeting is... Pathetic." Arn's smile disappears as it is replaced by a grim visage. He once again takes a step back, awaiting a response from the assembled parties.

Arn clears his throat, stepping into the council room. He turns to Sythra and bows his head, repeating the action in the direction of the Rex and the Silverblades. "Hello ladies, gentlemen, and gen- orcs, I come forward today to represent the Island of ArmaLuna. It was but a few elven weeks ago that I was informed of Malinor's annexation of our Island. I must say, I was not pleased nor am I now. No one nation, or faction, should control the Island as it was made for all. Orcs, elves, dwarves, humans all were welcome, all /are/ welcome. There should never be one race to govern a place such as ArmaLuna I stand by this as I always have, I stand by it to honor the creation of my beloved friends Kyra and Griffith." As he pauses to catch his breath he scans the faces of the assembled parties. "What you do not seem to grasp, any of you, is that ArmaLuna is not a place to be owned but a place to be loved. A place to be cherished. I will not stand for any bloodshed upon the Island, not for its ownership. If you can not come to a peaceful agreement I can promise you that ArmaLuna will once more withdraw from the world. And this time, it may never return." Arn nods his head once and taks a step back, crossing his arms.