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[OOC]MC NAME: [OOC] TheCrackerJack YOUR NAME: Babalouche the Wizard, Big B.A.B.A, The Notorious Ba-ba-Louche, 2Louche Shakur, Hochmistress Babalouche, Queen B, etc. WHAT NATION ARE YOU LOYAL TO, IF ANY: Bronte Boars YOUR RACE: Wizard

MC Name: Havenok RP Name: Siegmund Carrion Link to accepted Villain app: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/82600-havenoks-va/ What evils are you adding/detracting?(1, 2a/b, 3, 4, 5): I am adding 1b (lock-picking / breaking & entering / jail-breaking)and 1c (Arson / Destruction of Property) What has happened to your character that is causing them to make a change like this?(Minimum 1 paragraph) To be specific, nothing in particular has happened to Siegmund Carrion recently in roleplay to warrant the addition of these evils; rather, in my initial VA I forgot the clause that one must explain how one acquired the talents of lockpicking in order to qualify for evil 1b, and 1c was not established as an evil when I made my initial VA. Thus, in order to fully flesh out my character, I needed to rectify this with a mini-VA. My initial justification for 1b on my original VA was as follows "As a human lesser noble, they are few things more important then protecting one’s bloodline and allies. Siegmund could not dare let family nor friends be help captive, especially if it was easily within his power to liberate. On the other hand, lockpicking to steal an important item or to rob rival nations of war loot is fair game to Lord Carrion." That reasoning still holds; as for how a human noble acquired the talents for lockpicking, it comes from his experiences as a Flay bannerman in his youth, as mentioned in my initial VA. Each Flay had their own distinct style of lockpicking; some methodically played with tumblers, twirling a lockpick into crevices until the lock fell useless, while others violently broke their way through chests and doors. Some flays could even lockpick with their tongue, others with magic, and so forth. Understandably, being thrusted into this environment for many years where breaking into locks had not even fringed the moral compasses of Flay's made lockpicking something easy to do. Siegmund learned his style of lockpicking from a myraid of sources; the brutality of Savage and Ser Drelik of smashing open chests and doors was often too loud or cumbersome for the docile Carrion, yet relying on the twisting of tumblers like more stealthy Flays was nerve-wracking and too nerve intensive. Siegmund attempted to balance both; weaken the lock by severing few of the tumblers, before finishing with a forceful swing of an axe to splinter the door or chest open. Most flays viewed that as a useless compromise which took much time, but it allowed Siegmund good experience with both forms of lockpicking. The destruction of property and arson comes before any influence from House Flay; growing up in a society of brutal serfdom and manipulation of humans often leads to disobedient vassals and spiteful lords. His father had made an example of a disobedient serf in my first VA with his boiling of those who commited greed; similarly peasants who commited crimes could find their lands broken up, salted, burned, or ruined in punishment. The young Siegmund's mentorship with his bastard uncle only further desensitized his stance on arson and destruction, as the bastard often lead the young noble into excursions chasing down rogue bandits and burning their property to serve as punishment and erase their existence from the world. The warlike House Flay only augmented this growing belief that the destruction of other's property and arson was fair many times in war he would find himself under command of a superior to leave a mark upon a ravaged town. How will this affect your character's daily actions?: It wouldn't affect his daily actions, but rather in times of battle or raids, Siegmund would fulfill his role as a human noble leader by leading warbands and retinue into destroying enemy property and accessing warloot. He would do this to punish his enemies and raise the morale of his own troops. Re-write an answer for one of the open answer questions that will demonstrate this change. Sitting in a local tavern, you hear two men talking in hushed voices upstairs. Sneaking up the stairs, you see a man robed in black and a Warden. The man is revealing Necromancer plans to a guard. You can’t tell if the man in black is betraying the Necromancer’s, or if it is vice-versa. Siegmund cannot simply stand idle while these two men scheme; it could lead to the detriment of his peoples and way of life. As he peers through an eyehole and listens for the faint remarks of the pair's discourse, two options come to his mind of how to approach the situation, one of stealth and one of bluntness. Given his lack of arms and his disadvantage in numbers, he tries his hand at lockpicking. The first tumbler goes down with ease, but the second proves too great resistance; both the tumbler and lockpick snap loudly, causing the lock to break. The pair shuffle out of their chairs, opening the door to come to the sight of a cloaked human kneeling over, fiddling with the lock of the door. The man in black, a distinct coward, immediately bolts out of the room, running down the stairs and brushing past patrons. The Warden however, attempts to put up a fight. He gives a kick forward to Siegmund, which sends the noble flying back into a table. However, Siegmund quickly picks himself up. Rather then give a fair fist fight, however, the Lord Carrion snatches up a chair and begins to beat the warden senselessly with it. Legs of the chair splinter at the brunt force of Siegmund's swings as the Warden cowers. The sound of all this ruckus sends the barkeep upstairs, and upon the sight of a darkly clothed cloaked man bashing a Warden silly sends him to the Warden's defense. Siegmund flings the chair towards the barkeep, before hauling the Warden over his shoulder, and breaking out of window. Siegmund realizes the destruction he has committed to the property; a broken lock, a broken window, a broken chair, and blood from the Warden's wounds, but he feels no moral guilt for it; he did what he had to do to apprehend the criminal. He quickly hauls the Warden along to a safer locale for interrogation. - Reference Form - Do not fill this out yourself. 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Problem is iron already exists in the economy, so those who managed to exploit the fact that the mining world was released early and then closed end up having massive stores of iron. This OOC implication of the newly created iron disparity (those who sprang to the mining world vs those who missed it) is creating serious IC consequences where certain factions are losing prestige and strength because they have no access to iron while others exploited a mess-up by GMs. It's only fair OOCly to restore some source of iron.

Name: Siegmund Surname/House: Carrion Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): A Physical Description Height: Around 5'10 Weight: Around 200 Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Black Skin Color/Shade: Pale Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: nope Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): ??? Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): ??? Profession/Occupation: Lord Oath(s) of Loyalty:

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was i denied? ;(

MC Name: TheCrackerJack RP Name: Baban Louche Race: Wood Elf Age: 4 (dog year so actually like 35) Gender: mail Biography: yea, okay, so you wanna know the story of baban locueh? sit down and listen up..... i wasnt born with the greatest legs or feet or arms or hands or really anytthing. but baban louchie is my name and magic is my game. its tough being a louche... *Babalouche attempts to walk up to the Afra but stumbles* *babalouche begins to buckle over and squeal. all you can hear is a* O O O WO OW OWWWWW OWW OWWW

Info MC Name: Havenok Character Name: Siegmund Carrion Character Alignment (Lawful Good, Neutral, Lawful Evil, etc.): Siegmund grew up largely with the state of True Neutral, however, he tilts towards chaos and evil given his actions. His moral psyche still needs progression as a young adult. Why do you believe you are such alignment? True Neutrals are noted for their freedom from both morality and authority; they find good, evil, chaos, and lawfulness extremes which should not be sought. An apathetic neutrality should be attained as a perfect philosophy, and the aiding of oneself, friends and allies is key. This largely describes Siegmund; a man who is cold, cruel, yet willing to sacrifice and fight for those close to him. His reclusive nature and introversion helps set him apart of zealous lawful or chaotic individuals, yet due to wartime influence, mental scarring, and the corruption of House Flay, Siegmund does find himself a cynic; disgusted by the lawful influence of knighthood and other moral codes which bind people’s true natures, and also a logical approach in the dealing with human life over a more moral one. Character Race: Human. Have you read, and are familiar with all server rules and villain rules? Yes. Are you sure? Yes. Links to ANY and ALL (Denied and Accepted for any character) previous villain applications (for reference): I have had four villainous characters prior to this, but the applications were wiped in the purge. All of my main VA’s were accepted on their first try. What sort of Villain are you looking to be?: With Siegmund, I aim to introduce new cultural and political villainy within and outside Oren. Furthermore, as a noble under Lord Augustus Blackmont, Siegmund will also be committed militarily to raids, skirmishes, and warring of vile intent. What SPECIFIC evils does your character plan on committing? Please list the number of each Evil you would like to be considered for, and specifically when/why you need them: 1ab) Animals often hold the alignment of true neutral or chaotic neutral due to their instinct of survival of the fittest. This principle also impacts Siegmund; those who cannot protect what they have, should not have what they have. Thus while Siegmund understands that thieving is immoral, he also does not find the act repulsive enough to avoid. He is no kleptomanic; however, abandoned unlocked chests and war-loot are certainly fair game. As a human lesser noble, they are few things more important then protecting one’s bloodline and allies. Siegmund could not dare let family nor friends be help captive, especially if it was easily within his power to liberate. On the other hand, lockpicking to steal an important item or to rob rival nations of war loot is fair game to Lord Carrion. 2abc) As a member of the morbid House Carrion and former bannerman of House Flay, it is no wonder Siegmund can easily summon the moral strength to attack unprovoked and commit twisted murders and torture. Influenced by war-time atrocities and a cynicism breed from conflict, Lord Carrion finds little qualm in committing military acts of raiding and infiltrating wilds to demand tribute or rob. If they do not comply to the might of his House or the order of the Empire, they will be forced to submit their lives in return. Furthermore, the stoic Siegmund still upholds the archaic Carrion laws; various brutal and odd ways to deliver punishment. He is willing to go through a variety of means to insure a man stays dead. Siegmund’s cold nature synchronizes well with torture; the man only feels pangs of regrets afterwards. The knowledge provided can be too precious in seeking out those who could murder his family oncemore, and logically, it makes perfect sense to inflict temporary pain to seek knowledge or provide punishment. In regards to slavery, Siegmund does not own slaves. However, as with the tribal-influenced old ways of Carrion, serfdom is punishing and forces humans to be treated as items for lords and nobles to exchange. He is willing to barter and capture men and force them into serfdom, rarely outside times of war; however, serfdom is not -as- debilitating as outright slavery. 3a) As a man fascinated with the written word over convoluted conversation, Siegmund holds holy texts as invaluable sources of wisdom. He has great respect for the works and literature the Oren Reformed Church has brought to the world, and has found no comparison with other religions of Anthos. Thus, he will defend it to his last breath, seeking to dismantle operations which taint the goodness of the Church. 4ab) Siegmund has a particular sense of political intrigue and cunning which was never taught to him; rather he has the uncanny trait of utilizing both chaos and corruption to fabricate claims and elevate his place in society through observing other corrupted lords and leaders. He would gladly provoke his enemies with false documents and staged protests to declare war, or to bribe in an attempt to preserve numbers and the strength of his growing House. This usage of chaos and corruption also stems from paranoia as he will do what it takes to prevent insurrection and enable the rise of Carrion. Biography (We recommend your application be between 2-5 paragraphs. No walls of text): I will be writing this portion of the application in an in-character fashion of excerpts of Siegmund’s writings throughout his years; the number at the top of each entry indicates his age on writing. _________________________________________________________________________________ 9 Mama bought me a book to write in today. Papa took me to an execution today. I do not need to tell you, book, about how we met. But you weren’t there for the execution, and Mama said I should practice writing here. So I will practice by telling this story. Papa told me I had to see it eventually. Mama wanted it to be when I was 7, but Papa said he did not want me crazy like Mister Alistair in the dungeon. I like mister Alistair, he speaks funny and always makes spit out of his mouth. We went today. There was a big crowd around the man. He tried to run away from serrf serfdom four times, and killed two cows and also hurt a small boy while trying to run. He was to be punished for greed. Papa said that running a kingdom is just like the animal kingdom. Animals are like the furry ones. You need all animals to have a good kingdom, even the rats, even though the rats can be mean and greedy. But the ones that aren’t animals and only creatures, like the maggots and the bugs and the slimies, you need to get rid of those. Papa said that this man was greedy, but worse then a greedy rat. He was a flat slimy toad trying to get away from good work. So the good animals decided that he was punished as toads should be. They took a big vat of boiling water which made a lot of noise and bubbles. I didn’t like it, but Papa said I had to watch or he would throw my stupid book away and make me do double dance lessons and fencing tests. I don’t like that either so I watched. They took the man, who made screams and shrieked and it hurt my ears, I swear it! And then they threw him in the tub and all the peasants kept shouting “Let the toad bubble and explode!” The man never exploded but he just screamed until his skin turned so red he could not scream. He died like that and all the peasants threw coins at him while he laid there screaming “You are the worst toad! The toad filth!”. Papa said it was important lesson. Later Papa made me do double dance lesson anyway because I almost cried because the man was screaming so much. They told me dance was best way to help be strong without selling me to knight who would trick me to spit on my family. I would never spit on my family or House. I am not greedy toad like that. _______________________________________________________________________ 15 The family has sent me off. Two years with Uncle Hogmund. He isn’t my real uncle, or maybe he is, I really don’t know. He says he was a baseborn and I asked my friends; they said it meant whoreson. Poor fellow. I’ve been here for two weeks and it’s been painful. All I can think about is home and how elder brother Siegfried is pampered by royal tutors. He is my older brother and even the true heir of our titles, but why must I be cast in these backwater wilds with a man named Hogmund! Hogmund is a stout fellow; he must weigh at least 200 pounds but cannot be much taller then 5’5’’. He’s ugly and smelly but I’ve never met a man who could lift tree trunks like him. A genuine swamp ogre, like the one in fairy tales and story books. He makes me work. Work, work, work. Father said that he is tired of my books and that it was time to become a man, a man who could defend the Carrion name and support Siegfried in his duties as a loyal soldier. The only non-training thing we do together is read. It is the only thing which hasn’t made me left this bastards plot. We sit and read the texts of God and study them. He’s taught me alot, I’ll give him that. He’s told me how God helped him, and helped us. I hate to admit it, and I will never will to his bushy-browed plump face, but even in two weeks I’ve learned more from him then any old tutor about religion. About the trials of God and how we may live cruel lives but will receive good salvation. But that won’t pardon him yet for his sheningans. Hogmund tells disgusting stories about war and then I’m off doing running, push ups, all this work! He says it’ll make me stronger. All I can do is cry at night when he snores. He pushes me to my limit, and then some. And when I’m lying on the ground, pain in my chest and spirit broken, he’ll tell me stories. Stories about how the weak are crushed and how much blood brought him to the good graces of Carrion. Then he’ll take me hunting, and we kill these rabbits and foxes and all sorts of creatures. But he doesn’t do it for food, or even really for training. We leave the corpses there to fester, while he feeds me horse meat and other odd things. He likes me though. I just wish it all wasn’t so wretched. ______________________________________________________________________ 17 Two years hunting rabbits, wolves, bandits and thugs and I’m brought back to this. I’m to be married! At 17 years! To an ugly speck which makes Hogmund’s ass pimples look as delicacies! They bring me back to be a strong man, but only for a wretched married alliance. The girl isn’t ugly; she has her share of suitors. But she lies and tricks and tries to cover up her true self. A snoot, a snooty one who champions herself as god’s crowning achievement, a matrilineal marriage abandoning Carrion. A red haired temptress who scorns my blunt remarks and simply looks at my flesh with the lust of buzzing, hungry bee. Hogmund warned me of this court life, of what I’d return to. I could only dream of returning to those days of simple times of dueling in the cabins with Hogmund, scouring for bandits and other adventures. I cannot marry her. Father tells me that if I refuse, he’ll send me off to war under Lord August Flay. One way or another, I "must provide good relations as a blood Carrion". I’ll take war over binding marriage to a witch as her. ______________________________________________________________________________ 18 Father has sent me to an institution for the mad. Just because I will not marry his snoot does not mean he can take me for a homosexual madman. Crazed men thirsting the flaying of other weaker men, committing war atrocities and dying for nothing more than a blood-red banner. Two men died in my company today. We charged right into this bastion in Malinor, and they plopped forward, dead, because this crazed dog man who goes by the name of Alistair was too busy speaking of animal droppings to notice archers stationed on the wall. An arrow plunged itself into my chest and wormed its way near my heart, I could feel it in my bones. I don’t want to talk anymore, I don’t want to sing the praises and live my life. All this murder, Creator, I’ve murdered! I have killed! I have stole, I have pillaged, I have made mockery of life itself! They made me strip a man naked of his cloth and flesh! I spoke with the leader of this asylum; August Flay. He’s not a crazy; there’s few which aren’t, a select few which lead. They are men of glory, men of ability, men who I’ve learned to love in this madhouse of loonies. Some tease me due to my royal status and the cloth I wear; no matter. I’m not sure what to think anymore though, when they make their men bleed for such a feeble cause. War isn’t good, it only makes me slump and rock in my sleep. The only thing which makes this worthwhile is the story of Flay. That is a story of equal chaos and order, something which I can only dream of doing once I am released from my servitude. ___________________________________________________________________________________ 23 Five years have gone by, and my family is dead. They sentenced me to servitude which brought a hardened man from a precarious boy. But now they are dead, and I can never know my family as a man. That damn Siegfried. When father died, he only took father’s model. Wining and dining with the snoots and royals, trying to make courts while making whores, letting the tribals and peasants grumble in envy. He didn’t have to defy the tribal law and revoke their right. He did it too soon and he brought doom to Carrion. We were serving in Seventis under Lord Prominent August Flay (I give him applause for his claim to such, fabrication unfounded), I heard the news there but could not do until Captain Letholdus permitted me men. A small battalion was presented, simply to combat what I thought were few angry serfs whose pitchforks were aroused with glory and chivalric talk of romanticism and fairness. Beh, this is not fair, this is not fair to try and follow the word of these mainlanders and seek better right. You are served with what you are given and if you cannot handle it you must rise above it and be “fit.” I’ve learned it all with Hogmund and Lord Flay; you do what needs to be done. And I have much to do. The peasants slaughtered men-at-arms and took siege weapons. Castle Carrion was set alit for three days. I can only cringe when looking at torches, as peasants turned our home into a cesspit of flaming debauchery. I could only save so few people, so few retainers and few family. They expected me to be frightened out of my wit as I lockpicked them out of their make shift prisons in the Castle. But I could only return an expression of lifelessness. I heard talk that they said a demon took hold of me while I was away. No matter such talk. _____________________________________________________________________________________ 26 They have paid. It is over. 3 years of warfare and every tribal zealot has buckled forward, sword in stomach and eyes lifeless, and brought to the fold of Carrion. I’ve grown tired of the snoot and talk. The remaining few Carrions have taken to me with reluctance, but now I can only move forward. I will restore the former glory of Carrion, I will write every day and bring myself to enlightenment and Carrion to glory. Things will need to be done; already I have sworn fealty to Lord Blackmont. His way is the only way for such foreign scrap as ourselves to lift ourselves out of poverty. Some days I question doing it at all. All this work gets tiring. In my dreams, I see days with Hogmund in his study. In my nightmares, I see fire and the dead bodies of Flay bannermen across foreign fields. But I can think and ponder upon my retirement and old age. Only 26 and I feel as though I have died and live as a shambling skeleton. I guess I am a true Carrion. Thus, there is no choice but to move forward and carry on. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Question Section - Answer with as much detail as necessary Why does your character do what he/she does, what drives them to do it? What are his/her motives, and are there any complications that cause him/her to disregard them, or is it the other way around? Almost half of Siegmund’s life was marked with hellish trial and war. He was bred to be loyal to his family no matter the consequences to bend rules and bend life in order to be true to his tradition and peoples. His motive is simple in elevating Carrion and protecting what is left of his family. While his nature as a soldier over a diplomat has made it difficult for him to truly attain regain lost nobility, Siegmund still preserves in playing the game of Oren and trying his luck in promoting his traditions and status. What situations does your character prepare for ahead of time? How does he/she do this? Siegmund was born diligent and patient; the culture of Carrion stresses such over brash decision making. Most diplomacy and treaties are cross-checked and prepared and Siegmund is always ready for combat given his former status as a Flay bannerman. The only thing he cannot plan for is speaking; he was never raised in the way of proper noble speech of flattery and appeasement. Does your character trust in himself, or does he believe his abilities are due to some other driving force? Does he boast the truth of it or suppress all hint of it? Siegmund attributes his successes to his ability as a leader, the aid of allies, and the power of God. He feels God may test him in trial and tribulation, yet he must give credit to God for success. At times he wavers and expects allies to cover for him, but at the end of the day, he champions what he has done. What moral boundaries does your character adhere to, if any? Siegmund holds great moral boundaries to his family; he often cannot find the inner strength to harm them after most were massacred during a peasant revolution. Furthermore, betrayal is always on the back of Siegmund’s mind for the same reason; thus tampering with the affairs of allies is considered taboo to him. However, to all others, Siegmund is quite arbitrary. He doles out incredulous punishments of Carrion law especially to serfs, who Siegmund feels vengeful towards. What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character? What might cause him/her to falter? Include things such as temptations, addictions, physical handicaps, etc. Strengths: Siegmund has been trained since a young age to be a fine warrior, groomed even as a boy to dance to improve physical stamina, then immediatly to swordplay and hunting, and finally to war. Siegmund possess a great passion for learning and education. Siegmund possess an odd level of wit and wisdom for his years and status. Weaknesses: Little training in formal tactics; much of his life was him as a soldier, not a leader. No proper court manners; he is blunt and to the point. Selfish and apathetic to the plight of many due to his own circumstances Foreign to many customs of Oren. Cruel and arbitrary, much to the chagrin of any vassals or retainers. Cynical and cold to many; while those who manage to come close to him realize a more youthful, bumbling side to the foreigner Siegmund, others are often turned away by his reclusive nature. What role will your character play in Asulon? What separates them and makes them unique and original among villains? Siegmund’s story reflects how Rosseau would imagine villains to take root; a tabula rasa leaning towards good exposed to horrid circumstances and grief. Going from an eager, curious boy into a hardened sullen man makes Siegmund both pitiable and despicable. He’s not truly evil, yet he is willing to commit atrocities solely to provide for his family and insure another massacre of all those he loved does not devastate his life once more. Is your character loyal or a backstabber? To what extent would he/she go? Siegmund is loyal to friends, but only friends. He finds honor to be a useless trait, yet treachery equally as despicable. He is surprised by neither though, and is willing to do what is necessary to get the job done. That being said, Siegmund would greatly prefer to fight over to trick; he is unfamiliar with the dirty ways that the “snoot” of Oren commit too, and is more familiar with warfare and battle. Does your character trust the words or actions of others? Why and to what extent? Siegmund holds a deep set paranoia. He holds little basis in the words of others, constantly reaffirming and confirming through his own ways to insure if people are lying to him or not. It takes much work for Siegmund to hold you accountable for something; he has little faith in the rest of his kin. Why do you as a player wish to and deserve to play a villain? I’ve played many villains prior and will most likely continue to play villains. It is engaging to participate in such conflict based RP, and through both my roleplay and application there is certainly some level of evidence I could handle such roleplay. This character can only truly be fleshed out if I let his past and former incidents impact his current roleplay, and thus it is necessary to have a VA for such. Open Response - Answer at least five out of the seven listed, assume you are accepted for the Evils you applied for. Do not powergame, metagame, or do anything else illegal or unrealistic. Each scenario is designed with no particular objective in mind and is open ended deliberately. Assume your character is in each position, regardless of their normal situations: A middle aged man, a young wife, and a small male child are walking down the Sanctuary Road together. The women walks with a long staff, and the man appears to have a scabbard at his side. You hear knocking on your door and go to answer. It turns out to be an angry looking woman with a large human behind her. She is telling you that you owe taxes to King ___ and must pay within the fortday. The Lord Carrion fumbled his hands through his pockets. Taxes weren’t the problem, but he had felt personally disrespected at the manner of the woman’s approach. Blurting directly to a Lord of tax payment over a steward and bringing along armed assistance. Mainlanders. He decided to spite the system in a simple way. Leaning forward, he whispered sweet nothings to the flecked ear of the tax collector. He spoke of a fifth of the tax going to the obese man across from her, and a flattering third directly to her coffer. She nodded enthusiastically, and the two parted ways, pleased. Sitting in a local tavern, you hear two men talking in hushed voices upstairs. Sneaking up the stairs, you see a man robed in black and a Warden. The man is revealing Necromancer plans to a guard. You can’t tell if the man in black is betraying the Necromancer’s, or if it is vice-versa. In a traditional Carrion manner of bluntness, Siegmund immediately shouts “You are speaking of evil business in good business! Come out and speak true!” The men immediately turn out of their seats and spot the Carrion perched at the foot of the steps, egging the two men on. Realizing the gravity of the situation, both draw blades as Siegmund dashes away, taking a defensive stance in the middle of the tavern. The few scattered folk in the tavern take to the walls, their eyes expressing horror at the sight of the Warden and Necromancer. However, Siegmund simply gives off a ghastly, gaunt expression, awaiting confrontation. The Necromancer lunges first, dagger in hand, his eyes mad with unbridled fury. However, no one in the tavern hall expected much from the frail Necromancer. A quick cleaving from a shortsword and the haggard man falls crumpled over, sustaining a thick gash to the stomach. The Warden had much better fortune. Taking advantage of the Necromancer’s foolishness, the elf spins forward, striking Siegmund in the shoulder with a hefty blow. Knocked unto a table, Siegmund could only look up at a snickering elven face as he clutched his shoulder. All he could muster was a quick headbutt; the Warden was sent back with blood dribbling from his nose. Luckily, that was enough for a barkeep and a few men to notice the dire situation and summon courage to aid Siegmund. A tavern brawl ensued, as Siegmund crawled out of the inn, clutching his shoulder in agony. Two Guard tries to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two Goblins. Your friend slays one of the Guards as he approaches, causing the other Guard as well as the Goblins to unsheath their arms. Siegmund grumbles. It seems Captain Letholdus had started another fight. The man had the propensity to start duels and challenge men. After all, his skill in the Empire was unmatched despite his low birth. Siegmund had no qualm with the fighting with a good man beside him. Simply grunting to Letholdus and beckoning to the guard, the fight sprung with little communication. Siegmund managed to hold off the guard just barely; he prepared well by bringing a mace to batter his victim into submission. Captain Letholdus had found quick work of two goblins as both were far too feral to fight competently against the skilled bladesmen. It was over in moments; few could surpass the sheer dueling ability of a war-torn Flay. But as the alarm of the town began to spring, guards shuffled out of their posts to quell the twin Blackmonts. Both knew better then to test themselves once again, and they sprang off over the walls, seeking solace. Siegmund only laughed at the situation; the bleakness and ludicracy was bafflingly humorous. As you turn the corner into a dimly lit alley, a pair of young female halflings instantly run up to you. They are begging for a donation of either minas or food. Halflings always perplexed Siegmund. He could never accept them as adults given the archaic way of Carrion. Despite their maturity, he could only remark that babies should return to their mothers. The halflings gave the Lord odd glances, but Siegmund shook his head. His accusation of their immaturity soon drove the bold one of the pair to summon courage and speak ill of the Lord’s racist mindset. Carrion could only laugh and walk away. The halflings scampered behind him, pestering him to provide coin to feed their daughters, but Siegmund’s stoic nature simply bored the pair. They looked on for a more charismatic or pious Lords who would sought to alleviate their wounded conscious with alms-giving. Siegmund conscious did have its fault, but it was never held of guilt from whoring or drinking to attempt to compensate with charity. A tinging sensation flooded through him as he noted they would have made fine serfs for his barony, but noting their allegiance to Oren and the lack of consent, he dismisses the notion. You are in the City of Arethor, in the city square. Quickly a noisy crowd of nobles and wealthy merchants form around you, mostly of humans, You abut other races as well. The crowd's loud chatter is silenced as the King walks out of the Keep, with several guards on either side of him, to address his people. The King begins to talk to the crowd about a plan of attack against the Neromancer's. The crowd is very packed and doesn't leave a lot of space for free movement, but you are able to push through people. An old lady has fallen by a tree on the road to Normandor. She calls for your help just as you round the corner. She appears to be holding onto a bag, tucked under her arm. Upon closer inspection you notice three others around her, some armed, but all dead. Siegmund’s deep set paranoia kicks in. Old women do not dispatch men easily in such manner. And if she did not, then who? Siegmund glanced around the foliage with unease; was it an elven ambush on a human lord? Damn it, he could not tell. He blinked at the woman a few times before walking off in a hurried pace; his mind tormenting him to flee the scene. He swore he heard an arrow notch as he left the old woman to wail at his chauvinism. Add any note you may want the VAT to see, here: N/a - Reference Form - Do not fill this out yourself. 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"Where would fun be if I told all of my secrets, Lorin? You have much to learn of me" whispered Siegmund, nudging Lorin playfully in return. His breath seemed short and fatigued, but his words had come out much stronger than his traditional murmurs and grunts. Siegmund's expression was calm and almost peaceful despite the throng of people cheering the pair on. He still felt incredibly out of place, but the sheer energy of dancing had turned Lord Carrion from somber to serene. The entire festivity had seemed one vivid blur of excitement, and Lord Carrion could only stare blankly at the overwhelming energy in the crowd. After a quick bow to the applauding crowd of nobility, Siegmund took Lorin's hand. He planted a soft kiss upon it before raising it thick into the air. "To Lady of Honor, Lorin Chivay!"

Entering the dance floor had flooded Siegmund of old memories. His upbringing revolved becoming a loyal soldier for his elder brother Siegfried, the heir of title Lord Carrion. Yet his father advised against sending him off as a ward or page; the impact of foreign influence could sway the young Siegmund's mind away from obedience to the House. The mother Carrion decided instead to teach him one courtly affair; dancing. Much of his prepubescent years were spent performing dance over dance in rapid succession to hone the physical stamina needed for warfare, an intensive, safe way of honing the young boy into the soldier he needed to be. He despised it at first, but the enormous pressure his mother placed upon him buckled the boy into submission. His dancing skill had since then been subjugated to simple folk dances to appease brothers-in-arms, but as Siegmund clasped his hand upon Lorin's back, muscle memory of appeasing his mother with elaborate dance began to resurface. He began their dance with a slow swaying waltz, gliding across the floor. Making his way to the musicians themselves, he blurts out "Double time!" The lute players answer his command as they begin to play their instruments at a heightened pace. Siegmund's waltz quickly morphed into a mechanic folk dance of twirls and turns. His face remained rigid with concentration as his feet dashed across the floor effortlessly. However, watching Lorin keep along to his intense dancing had a delighted effect on Lord Carrion; a smile soon broke upon his face as he relished the thought of her watching his every step to keep to his intrinsic dance pattern. He made sure to not outshine Lorin, but certainly test her dancing capabilities.

Siegmund Carrion Nicknames: Some take to calling him Carrion, which frustrates him greatly. Age: 26 Gender: Male. Race: Pure human. Status: Alive. Description Height: 5'9.5'' Weight: 206 pounds. Body Type: Well-defined layer of muscle from years of war, insulated by a thin but noticeable layer of body fat. Eyes: Green. Hair: Black. Skin: Pale. Markings/Tattoos: A wounded eye is covered by an eyepatch. Health: Well. Personality: Siegmund despises moral codes and romanticized notions. He is grim, authoritarian and cold on first impressions, yet can open up as more bumbling and curious self to friends and allies. His nature is still introverted, yet he makes his presence aware to those who finds interest in him. Finds himself laughing only at bleak situations or dark humor. Patience and diligent due to culture and military service. Abhors most noble vices such as drinking and wenching. If Siegmund Carrion could have an ideal occupation; it would be a bishop. He has great appreciation for logic, wisdom, and religion, often brooding in poems and literature due to his distaste in the spoken word and enjoying the introverted lifestyle. A fine taste in clothing and other noble arts flesh the more noble side of him. Life Style Alignment*: Siegmund is currently True Neutral, but has tendencies of Lawfulness and Evil. He lacks an established moral psyche. Deity*: None Religion: Church of the True Faith Alliance/Nation/Home: House Carrion, Oren Job/Class: Nobleman Title(s): Baron, Lord Profession(s): Warrior, Leader Special Skill(s): A high sense of intrigue, culture, and learning. A very capable warrior and duelist. Siegmund's eccentricities have a tendency to make people embrace or dismiss him; he doesn't have many acquaintances. Calm-tempered and stoic, even in the face of danger. Flaw(s): Apathetic, gloomy, and distant on first glance. Finds bleak situations hilarious, often echoing laughter at wrong times. This had lead to a sense of cruelty. His speech can end up too blunt and long-winded for many people to take. No formal training in command and tactics. Ignorant to many Oren traditions and customs. Holds deep-seated fear and distrust in fire. Arbitrary towards those outside his inner circle. Weaponry Fighting Style: Defensive; Sigmund is a fearsome fighter and regarded as one of the best in the Empire. He earned the moniker "Siegmund Soothsayer' as it was said he could predict the strikes of his foes before they were even conceived. Trained Weapon: Poleaxe, Saber Favored Weapon: Poleaxe Archery: Capable. Lacks faith in crossbows. Biography Parents: Boris Carrion (deceased), Inga Carrion (deceased) Siblings: Siegfried Carrion (deceased). Many baseborn siblings. Children: n/a Extended Family: The remainder of the Carrion House. Pet(s): Siegmund has stumbled upon the curious goblin Gummi; he considers the creature a pet and beast of burden. History W.I.P.

Siegmund observes the discourse between Borric and Lorin with a glum expression. His first encounter with Borric had his uncle dub him "Baby Borric" and the name still held fit. Lord Carrion had some respect in how the un-legitimatized Carrion crawled his way out of the streets of whores and beggars into prominence, yet Borric Tyrus' notions of romanticized duty and the knights as childish was nigh intolerable. His constant complaints of his liege and idealistic nature of Oren had made Siegmund view the bear as a mere cub. Yet, the "brat" held his worth and Siegmund could find no reason to dismiss the bear. The chatter between Lorin and Borric seemed as a haze, banal talk of Oren's court. There wasn't much room for Siegmund to butt into the conversation. However, Borric's proposal to dance had unsettled Siegmund. While his introverted nature brought discomfort to such public courting, there were signs that patience in courting did not have the same affect as patience in the battlefield. Could he lose this battle? Luckily for his frame of mind, Lorin decided to ask him over Tyrus. Lorin's request quickly confused him. "Owe a dance?" What did that even mean, thought Siegmund. The poor Carrion spent moments simply contemplating the context of the phrase, giving a brief pause in the flow of conversation. "I would enjoy dance. But how could I let other man take the last dance with Lady Chivay? That is poor courting, no?" Carrion's words drawl out in his traditional accent. He takes Lorin's hand nonetheless, awaiting response.

((MC Name)): TheCrackerJack Name: Hagan Dawnsworn Age: Eleven-two Race: Dwarf Why you feel you are fit for the position of Archbishop: I was the original Dwarf High Priest of Khaz in preaching the true faith and dubbed the first Paragon since the old days.

Siegmund took the young lady's hand with a penchant of relief. He wasn't quite sure how Lorin Chivay viewed him; a fatherly figure, an emotional anchor, a haggard man aged mentally beyond his physical years, or a true suitor. But her notice of his attendance made him confident it had to have been -something-, over the rotten corpse she had called him days ago. Borric had approached the Lord Carrion, but once more he failed to address Borric's inquiry of their liege Blackmont in lieu of making discourse with Lady Chivay. "I could not refuse Lord Chivay's request for my attendance; no, that would be improper of friend and ally. It is good to see you as well." Siegmund took in Lorin's outfit with relative pleasure. With a touch of red, her outfit would have matched the colors of Carrion, and her figure was only accented by the form of the dress. He felt that he paled in comparison; he had only worn a clean set of charcoal black robes which made the pair look of opposite nature. Before Siegmund could continue to address her further, Borric had finally made comment which had forced Siegmund to react. "I have no clue miss why he's here... I'd prefer him in a graveyard." "Borric, you speak ill of my liege. I cannot tolera-." It seemed Lord Carrion chose his words well, as the bold Blackmont guard had grabbed hold of him, quickly murmuring into his ear. He didn't mind the act in itself, but insult laid in the man's rank; a lowborn acting in brash nature had nearly brought Siegmund to annoyance. However, Siegmund knew Lord Blackmont all to well; he made his decisions clear for a reason, and the pale Carrion made faith that his liege did what was right, even if not fair. Siegmund quickly revealed a sealed letter and handed it to the bodyguard, who returned back to a slumbering lord. Turning to Lorin, the young Baron quickly remarked "You must get used to Lord Blackmont. Challenging him will only bring further displeasure. Though, I hadn't clue this was your party. Unless you enjoy Carrion vodka, I have no gift for lady of honor." He makes an expression of displeasure, hoping for the Lady's pardon.

The splatter of appetizers against a hard wood floor brought a sense of relief to Siegmund Carrion. People, even if they were dark elf servants, could still make errors without immediately cast out of the noble game. As Tanith picks up after herself, her mention of Lady Chivay brings a curious look to Siegmund. He stalks out the dance floor, eyeing the pair of Lorin and Aureas. The brief pause of music by Lord Blackmont's appearance brought Siegmund great satisfaction as the pair cut their dance short. He keeps to himself, noting an approaching Borric Tyrus but making no effort to speak up to the knight of Oren. Siegmund's cold gaze simply darts between his liege lord Blackmont and the young Chivay girl, awaiting the time to speak with either.

Dark elf with tray, Dark elf with tray.... Siegmund scanned the crowd thoroughly. Dark elves were largely nonexistent A few pointed, dagger shaped ears but mainly a sea of fresh peach, light tans, and pales filled the crowd. Luckily, he spotted the Dark Elfess handing out appetizers. Attaining his goal helped keep him oriented; the crowd of dancing nobility and blaring music had totally robbed the grim Siegmund of his element. Approaching the elf with a tendered caution, Siegmund mutters glumly "You are dark e-... You are Tanith!" Siegmund quickly hands the bottle of fine Carrion vodka, thrusting it into her tray in an act of spontaneity. "Gift! For the Chivay family! You are w-welcome!" Fighting drakes and armies of rebellious man-at-arms came nowhere close to dealing with social events. Thoughts raced through the soldier's head to make small talk before he quickly blurts out "Do you know good girl to dance with?" The sentence came out in a gruff monotone. Embarrassed, he felt blessed he was dealing with only a servant over the nobles. Normally he had little qualm with feasts and parties, but his unfamiliarity with the attenders along with his status as a new noble to Oren made him feel uneasy. He sighs as he locks eyes with the servant, awaiting her response.

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"Brother, why do you sleep now?" Diedrik Barrow found himself snickering at the plight of his poor brother. Oversleeping as the party of Elysium raged on, what a shame! It was lucky the Lord Carrion had a bastard Barrow to keep him in check, thought the young Barrow. Siegmund Carrion was shook awake; as his eyes fluttered open he emitted faint groans of resistance, meeting with the playful expression of his half-brother. "I nap. Is problem to you, Barrow?" "No problem to me, mi'lord, but perhaps your presence would be appreciated by the fine folk of House Chivay." Siegmund batted the sleep from his eyes before jumping out of his bed in a haste. Quickly washing his face, the late Carrion quickly put on the cleanest set of robes available, a black monotone outfit which contrasted with his pale expression and his green eyes. Managing to slick his hair back in the most presentable a man could within a few precious minutes, Siegmund dashed out to his steed, a somber black stallion. Whistling to Diedrik, he mentioned to the bastard that the other men of Carrion were invited as well, and he gave Diedrik duty to lead them to the party. Siegmund didn't forget his request though; a fine bottle of Carrion black was to be brought. It was only tradition to gift as a Carrion. The physical ride to the Rose fort was quick and painless, but the thoughts racing through Siegmund's head had made the journey all the more convoluted. This was the first true gathering of nobles among Oren which Siegmund would be present; being a second son not assumed to inherit the lordship of Carrion, he wasn't designated to approach court politics with smoothness or a particular grace. But nonetheless, summoning strength and enjoying the plunge into an abyss of confusion and despair, Siegmund found himself at the White Rose Fort. He had to haggle with Temp at the entrance, but the guardsman quickly let him after Siegmund unveiled a personal invitation from the Grand Marshal himself. Stumbling into the party, Siegmund scans about. A sea of new faces washes over to Siegmund, and he is left aghast in awe at the size of the formidable force of Oren nobility. Music began to play from the lutes of bards, leaving Siegmund feeling out of his element. Casting doubt at the idea of coming to a party of such grandeur as a petty Baron, he looks around for a friend, anyone, to quell his apprehension. To his fortune, Thomas Chivay was in sight. Stumbling forward in a haggard manner, Siegmund approached his acquaintance with a somber expression. "I brought drink."

Babalouche stumbles upon the notice... Babalouche has trouble reading. But there's one thing he's good at. And that's magic. He begans to scrawl out a form, eager to demonstrate his skills. He fails to understand how to write proper English and in context as he is not all well in the head, but he gives his best. Looking for his true passion, his only love, to destroy flay, he writes with fury. (Mood music ) ___________________________________________ Name :babalouche the wizard. Fighting ability : around 4. my favorite spell is ice beam as it can do critical damage to the roses and i am great mage, mage can do push up card trick flight and swimming. A brief autobiography, so we can slot you in, giving you a role in the Reformation : babalouche born in the great barrier reef of malinor. babalouche awoke with fright; fright had eaten babalouche! it was flay man group which had peed in babalouche corrupting the city. the tnt exploded and everywhere came baba and louche. so babalouche had one goal. beat the baddies. smoke the skunks. cut the cheese, eat the beef, and become king mage. so babalouche first focused on core 60 reps of sit ups no assist this made babalouche a lover, not a fighter. next, push up 12 push up in row. this was arduous only GRAYHAMMER could do pushup of 12, but babalouche was a wizard. little pixie dust, lil something something and babalouche did the deed. then came bulgarian squat; 2 rep 2 chains. creatine brotherhood taught him the true way. good on babalouche he was strong. but was he smart? so babalouche read books. books of all colors, blue, black, green. now babalouche was ready. babalouche went to big flay "hey you big flay get up and get active." big flay began to "burp". babalouche thought quite rude. then big flay took off and made the babe babalouche slave. ​babalouche............swore vengeance. Why do you want to be part of the Reformation? : sometimes u just gotta baba. sometimes you just gotta louche. you know, at the end of the day, people call me -babalouche-. but i'm more then that. i'm a wizard. and i'm here to stop evil flay man group and the rascal rose. murder is against the law. and i am the law. *babalouche makes a sneering :> face* Do you swear undying loyalty to us? : oh yes if theres one thing a babalouche does, its a lil something like r-e-s-p-e-ct respect. i can be a big dog, or a lil puppy. and this dog's loyal. Where is a location we can meet? : i'm an orc slave right now i was sold to slavery by blak' gorkil. so you'll need talk to yak'lur and help loosen chains. *the form ends, there are a few of them pinned onto the original poster for you to fill out* ____________________________________ Babalouche slips the note on a bird. Noticing that a few Orcs have spotted Babalouche's seditious activity, Babalouche plays it cool. He worries that his poor english will be lost in translation, though.

Not the best way to find this kind of info. Many peasants and commoners aren't using the forums; most are new players or players who don't care for the discussion and drama on the forums and just want to enjoy RPing. Nobility are the one's who need to be kept up to date on the forums and busy organizing forum posts and such. Huge bias/skew. For example, I'd vote noble, since my character was born into a recognized noble house and is a recognized Baron by Godfrey. However, they are only 2-3 people in my house which are of noble birth or hold a gentry title. The other 10 are some form of commoner (villein or retainer) however, and they will probably not see this thread since they barely visit the forums. While my ratio of roughly 1 noble to 5 commoners isn't replicated throughout the world, just from RP experience I'd say it's actually something of 1 noble to 2 commoners.

Thanks, though does that not conflict with merrymoogle's ban as he "joked" about abortion and he got banned? Unless of course that charge was invalid, and the 1 month ban was for the comment about "sex or death"? What exactly are the "situations?" Just want to make sure that this is a unified staff thing, and if someone commits the deed they won't fall into trouble.