Fenodyree

Banned for assuming I like cats more than dogs.

Banned for not liking cats.

(( First rule of Breadfight Club is you don't talk about Breadfight Club. ))

((*Makes hurried shushing motions))

We rangers are now the most effective fighting force in Asulon. Lethal arrows, leather armor, little fall damage and no slow down at all. You had better watch out.

-Fenodyree catches sight of the curious letter, and reads through it slowly-

"Perhaps..."

-Heads home to drop off his weaponry, and fetch a traveling cloak-

Absolutely! That was by far the best bit of the whole games.

MC name: Fenodyee

I loved the last one, there's no way I would decide to skip this!

I decided to visit Riven, I had never been there before. I think I chose a bad day to go however... the fires, craters, and hordes of armored warriors spoiled the landscape somewhat.

Calls to the Dwarf

Anyone who has lost a home in the reconstruction will likely be given another after the work is complete. Public warehouses have been put up in the meantime, and I expect friends somewhere can house you till the dwelling places are in a fit state for occupation.

Six hours... and counting... this is taking longer than Skyrim! Still, it will be totally worth it. The fires shall be seen from Asulon.

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: Fenodyree

-How old are you?: 14

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: England GMT

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I have a reasonably good grip of the English language.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m a smart guy, but I have a tendency to be a bit hyper and over the top about most things I do. I’m typically friendly to pretty much everyone.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Around two hours per week day, and longer at the weekends.

-How long have you played minecraft?: Since the 1.5 Beta update.

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I played D&D style roleplay with my family and I have played on another minecraft RP server for a while.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: Judging from the YouTube videos I saw, I think it will be a fun exiting server.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on the minecraft server "Iron Storm", and I left when it began to become inactive.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read, understood and agreed to the rules. I also read the Lore but I found some parts confusing.

-Name the 4 races on this server: The races are: Human, Elf, Dwarf and Orc.

-How did you hear about us?: I heard about you on Reckreations channel on YouTube

-Did you vote?: I voted on all three websites the Links lead me to.

-What was your favourite Law?: No Destroying of the World landscape.

-What was your least favourite Law?: That you must use the skins supplied.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Fenodyree

In-Character:

-Character Name: Fenodyree Availenath

-What is your Race?: Human

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=6431

-Biography: Fenodyree was born in a small mining village, in a secluded valley high in the mountains. At a young age Fenodyree was interested in the woods and the wilderness beyond, whereas his family wanted him to learn the ins and outs of mining. At the age of 23 Fenodyree, now a skilled miner and an adept woodsman was brutally torn from his family, friends and home, by a raid on the village by a local group of bandits and thugs. All the residents were taken prisoner. Fenodyree fought his way free but was badly injured in the attempt and was in no fit state to rescue the others. After recovering, Fenodyree set out to search for the occupants of the village, but could find no trace. He then took to wandering delivering blind vigilante justice to any criminals he met; it was in this time he learned his swordsmanship, but still relied heavily on his bow. After another 12 years wandering and fighting, Fenodyree began to travel further and further afield. Then he chanced across something totally unexpected and rather horrible, an open pit, with twisted creatures pouring out of it. They looked a little like walking corpses, through various stages of decomposition, ranging from fresh with the wounds that brought them down still showing, all the way to dusty bones. Fenodyree, hidden in the undergrowth nearby thought that he was safe from the rotten eyes. However some dark magic ran through the walking dead and they sensed his presence, and he suddenly found himself facing down a thousand odd monsters, all armed to the teeth. The creatures attacked mercilessly and though the first score fell to his flashing blade there was no wavering in their resolve. Things looked bleak and he began to tire, until he dropped his guard momentarily and a cold iron blade cut a jagged gash down the left side of his face. Fenodyree staggered back screaming and fell to the ground in his agony, the skeletal hand rose, ready for the death blow. But the blow never fell, an axe had cleaved the arm in two and Fenodyree found himself staring into a bearded face. "Thanks, who a..." He began "No time!" Cried the dwarf "Get up and run you idiot!" Fenodyree climbed slowly to his feet and ran unsteadily away from bulk of the undead force. The dwarf followed fending off blows aimed at them decomposing corpses. After a while many of the creatures had given up and returned to the horde. Soon only a few were left and Fenodyree's dwarven companion turned and faced down the remainder. "Be gone Hell spawn!" He cried and hewed at them with his mighty axe. Soon all the undead lay at his feet and he leant heavily against a tree. Fenodyree, still bleeding heavily looked up just in time to see a sword pass clean through the neck of his saviour. Crying in dismay Fenodyree drew on the last of his strength, grabbed hold of his fallen sword and hacked the final monster to pieces. Then all his energy spent he fell down and slipped into unconsciousness. (I enjoyed writing that, and I think I may have got a little carried away...)

-Character Age: 36

-Character Appearance: Rugged, with messy dark brown hair, a short beard and numerable scars the most noticeable of which runs across the left eye. Wears a tattered weather stained cloak over worn studded leather armour that bears the marks of many battles.

-Character Personality: Cautious, Suspicious, slightly paranoid, slow to trust and quick to anger, But fiercely loyal to friends.

-Your ambitions: Revenge, and ultimately to ensure nothing like what happened to him happens to anyone else.

-Can your character read or write?: Yes, albeit slowly with many mistakes.

-Can your character mine?: Yes, quite well as he comes from a mining village.

-Are you a capable builder?: Capable of erecting temporary structures very quickly using minimal resources, but very little beyond that.

-Can you wield a sword?: Yes, well enough.

-Enjoy Farming?: Understand the necessity, but loathes the application.

-Does your character have any special skills?: The Ability to remain unseen and move silently that is uncommon in his race.

-A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/7/skinrr.png/

-Other Information: None.

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: Fenodyree

-How old are you?: 14

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: England GMT

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I have a reasonably good grip of the English language.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m a smart guy, but I have a tendency to be a bit hyper and over the top about most things I do. I’m typically friendly to pretty much everyone. I play minecraft to wind down a bit and give my family a rest from my endless chatter.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Around two hours per week day, and three or four at the weekends.

-How long have you played minecraft?: Since the 1.5 Beta update.

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I played D&D style roleplay with my family and I have played on another minecraft RP server for a while.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: Judging from the YouTube videos I saw, I think it will be a fun exiting server.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on the minecraft roleplay server "Iron Storm", and I left when it began to become inactive.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read, understood and agreed to the rules. I also read the Lore but I found some parts confusing, but I daresay I will get the feel for it before too long.

-Name the 4 races on this server: The races are: Human, Elf, Dwarf and Orc.

-How did you hear about us?: I heard about you on Reckreations channel on YouTube

-Did you vote?: I voted on all three websites the Links lead me to.

-What was your favourite Law?: No Destroying of the World landscape.

-What was your least favourite Law?: That you must use the skins supplied.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Fenodyree

In-Character:

-Character Name: Fenodyree Availenath

-What is your Race?: Human

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=6431

-Biography: Fenodyree was born in a small mining village, in a secluded valley high in the mountains. At a young age Fenodyree was interested in the woods and the wilderness beyond, whereas his family wanted him to learn the ins and outs of mining. At the age of 23 Fenodyree, now a skilled miner and an adept woodsman was brutally torn from his family, friends and home, by a raid on the village by a local group of bandits and thugs. All the residents were taken prisoner. Fenodyree fought his way free but was badly injured in the attempt and was in no fit state to rescue the others. After recovering, Fenodyree set out to search for the occupants of the village, but could find no trace. He then took to wandering delivering blind vigilante justice to any criminals he met; it was in this time he learned his swordsmanship, but still relied heavily on his bow. After another 12 years wandering and fighting, Fenodyree began to travel further and further afield. Then he chanced across something totally unexpected and rather horrible, an open pit, with twisted creatures pouring out of it. They looked a little like walking corpses, through various stages of decomposition, ranging from fresh with the wounds that brought them down still showing, all the way to dusty bones. Fenodyree, hidden in the undergrowth nearby thought that he was safe from the rotten eyes. However some dark magic ran through the walking dead and they sensed his presence, and he suddenly found himself facing down a thousand odd monsters, all armed to the teeth. The creatures attacked mercilessly and though the first score fell to his flashing blade there was no wavering in their resolve. Things looked bleak and he began to tire, until he dropped his guard momentarily and a cold iron blade cut a jagged gash down the left side of his face. Fenodyree staggered back screaming and fell to the ground in his agony, the skeletal hand rose, ready for the death blow. But the blow never fell, an axe had cleaved the arm in two and Fenodyree found himself staring into a bearded face. "Thanks, who a..." He began "No time!" cried the Dwarf "Get up and run you idiot!" Fenodyree climbed slowly to his feet and ran unsteadily away from bulk of the undead force. The Dwarf followed fending off blows aimed at them decomposing corpses. After a while many of the creatures had given up and returned to the horde. Soon only a few were left and Fenodyree's Dwarven companion turned and faced down the remainder. "Be gone Hell spawn!" He cried and hewed at them with his mighty axe. Soon all the undead lay at his feet and he leant heavily against a tree. Fenodyree, still bleeding heavily looked up just in time to see a sword pass clean through the neck of his saviour. Crying in dismay Fenodyree drew on the last of his strength, grabbed hold of his fallen sword and hacked the final monster to pieces. Then all his energy spent he fell down and slipped into unconsciousness. (I enjoyed writing that, and I think I may have got a little carried away...)

-Character Age: 36

-Character Appearance: Rugged, with messy dark brown hair, a short beard, tanned skin, green eyes, and numerable scars the most noticeable of which runs across the left eye. Wears a tattered weather stained cloak over worn studded leather armour that bears the marks of many battles.

-Character Personality: Cautious, Suspicious, slightly paranoid, slow to trust and quick to anger, But fiercely loyal to friends. Completely anti-social spending almost all his time in the wilds, with no contact with any life beyond pigs and deer. Subdued and inactive, but as tough as old boots, with a skin thicker than the bark off a tree. He tends to be harsh on himself, and that rubs off into his work, making him hard on people and sometimes a bit cruel.

-Your ambitions: Revenge, and ultimately to ensure nothing like what happened to him happens to anyone else.

-Can your character read or write?: Yes, albeit slowly with many mistakes.

-Can your character mine?: Yes, quite well as he comes from a mining village.

-Are you a capable builder?: Capable of erecting temporary structures very quickly using minimal resources, but very little beyond that.

-Can you wield a sword?: Yes, very well.

-Enjoy Farming?: Understand the necessity, but loathes the application.

-Does your character have any special skills?: The Ability to remain unseen and move silently that is uncommon in his race.

-A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/7/skinrr.png/

-Other Information: None.

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: Fenodyree

-How old are you?: 14

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: England GMT

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I have a reasonably good grip of the English language.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m a smart guy, but I have a tendency to be a bit hyper and over the top about most things I do. I’m typically friendly to pretty much everyone.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Around two hours per week day, and longer at the weekends.

-How long have you played minecraft?: Since the 1.5 Beta update.

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I played D&D style roleplay with my family and I have played on another minecraft RP server for a while.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: Judging from the YouTube videos I saw, I think it will be a fun exiting server.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on the minecraft server "Iron Storm", and I left when it began to become inactive.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read, understood and agreed to the rules. I also read the Lore but I found some parts confusing.

-Name the 4 races on this server: The races are: Human, Elf, Dwarf and Orc.

-How did you hear about us?: I heard about you on Reckreations channel on YouTube

-Did you vote?: I voted on all three websites the Links lead me to.

-What was your favourite Law?: No Destroying of the World landscape.

-What was your least favourite Law?: That you must use the skins supplied.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Fenodyree

In-Character:

-Character Name: Fenodyree Availenath

-What is your Race?: Human

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=6431

-Biography: Fenodyree was born in a small mining village, in a secluded valley high in the mountains. At a young age Fenodyree was interested in the woods and the wilderness beyond, whereas his family wanted him to learn the ins and outs of mining. At the age of 23 Fenodyree, now a skilled miner and an adept woodsman was brutally torn from his family, friends and home, by a raid on the village by a local group of bandits and thugs. All the residents were taken prisoner. Fenodyree fought his way free but was badly injured in the attempt and was in no fit state to rescue the others. After recovering, Fenodyree set out to search for the occupants of the village, but could find no trace. He then took to wandering delivering blind vigilante justice to any criminals he met; it was in this time he learned his swordsmanship, but still relied heavily on his bow. After another 12 years wandering and fighting, Fenodyree began to travel further and further afield. Then he chanced across something totally unexpected and rather horrible, an open pit, with twisted creatures pouring out of it. They looked a little like walking corpses, through various stages of decomposition, ranging from fresh with the wounds that brought them down still showing, all the way to dusty bones. Fenodyree, hidden in the undergrowth nearby thought that he was safe from the rotten eyes. However some dark magic ran through the walking dead and they sensed his presence, and he suddenly found himself facing down a thousand odd monsters, all armed to the teeth. The creatures attacked mercilessly and though the first score fell to his flashing blade there was no wavering in their resolve. Things looked bleak and he began to tire, until he dropped his guard momentarily and a cold iron blade cut a jagged gash down the left side of his face. Fenodyree staggered back screaming and fell to the ground in his agony, the skeletal hand rose, ready for the death blow. But the blow never fell, an axe had cleaved the arm in two and Fenodyree found himself staring into a bearded face. "Thanks, who a..." He began "No time!" Cried the dwarf "Get up and run you idiot!" Fenodyree climbed slowly to his feet and ran unsteadily away from bulk of the undead force. The dwarf followed fending off blows aimed at them decomposing corpses. After a while many of the creatures had given up and returned to the horde. Soon only a few were left and Fenodyree's dwarven companion turned and faced down the remainder. "Be gone Hell spawn!" He cried and hewed at them with his mighty axe. Soon all the undead lay at his feet and he leant heavily against a tree. Fenodyree, still bleeding heavily looked up just in time to see a sword pass clean through the neck of his saviour. Crying in dismay Fenodyree drew on the last of his strength, grabbed hold of his fallen sword and hacked the final monster to pieces. Then all his energy spent he fell down and slipped into unconsciousness. (I enjoyed writing that, and I think I may have got a little carried away...)

-Character Age: 36

-Character Appearance: Rugged, with messy dark brown hair, a short beard and numerable scars the most noticeable of which runs across the left eye. Wears a tattered weather stained cloak over worn studded leather armour that bears the marks of many battles.

-Character Personality: Cautious, Suspicious, slightly paranoid, slow to trust and quick to anger, But fiercely loyal to friends.

-Your ambitions: Revenge, and ultimately to ensure nothing like what happened to him happens to anyone else.

-Can your character read or write?: Yes, albeit slowly with many mistakes.

-Can your character mine?: Yes, quite well as he comes from a mining village.

-Are you a capable builder?: Capable of erecting temporary structures very quickly using minimal resources, but very little beyond that.

-Can you wield a sword?: Yes, very well.

-Enjoy Farming?: Understand the necessity, but loathes the application.

-Does your character have any special skills?: The Ability to remain unseen and move silently that is uncommon in his race.

-A screenshot of your skin: (In the Attachment)

-Other Information: None.