Religious_Pie

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Ah kal'rog...didn't Availer just claim it from the dwarves? :P Or was that me mishearing something.

I'm just RPing this, as basically weaker TNT, just because something new is introduced, doesn't really mean lore has to be written of which others HAVE to learn, you can RP it, that's fine, but everyone has their own ideas on the matter.

Why font you make it, so you can be born or transformed into kharajyr, with crusty juggler magic?

((OK cords: x= -957 and z= -679 By the way, can I trade with a Diamond? :3 ))

I'll take 1 of 'dem "Mew mew" tings, they look furry...I'll take a black one too.... ((Post cords soon, can't at mo sorry.))

((indeed, an extremely impressing read...I look forward to what else is made from this pink gas...))

No, Syrio bought logs and saplings off of Vardak and Deco, of whom found anothe island, which was NOT the kharajyr island.

*Sherlock passes the man shouting, from his trip to the southern regions of Hanseti, with a normal tone, he speaks.* "How, exactly, did Samuel die? One does not simply kill a Hochmeister...Eh, I expect conspiracies shall flourish now..."

This is true, I always thought power-gaming, was only in a case where one has an advantage over the other in a live scenario, this isn't power-gaming, this is just a bit Cheesy-RP, in my opinion.

((Insert more depth into your application, perhaps why you have these skills, joining the Alrasian military isn't like joining any other, we accept you on your RP skills, not your /stat skills and a basic paragraph of your Character.))

[[i don't think you understand, what Auslin has seen, of your RP IG, would not reflect well on the Alrasian military, so improve your RP IG, show it to Aislin, then re-apply.]]

We are allowed! Believe me, I've had enough 'assle already, and I'm a blooming Architect 'ere!

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MC name: Religious_Pie RP name: Sherlock H. Braveaxe. Time on the server: 7 Months, since the 23rd of August. Bio: - Sherlock paced through the gates, outside of Hanseti, forgetting his past, with only a note from his now deceased " father", with every step, came a new idea of opportunity. However, upon entry of the Cloud temple, Sherlock stopped. He sighed, as a wind whipped from under the sandstone bridges, and licked Sherlocks face. "Who am I?" He thought. With a sense of discovery on his mind, he vaguely remembers, a note from his old Orphanage owner, that bore him as Half Human, half Dwarf. He thought of the note, pondering the thought of whether the note was conjured up by Sherlocks mind, with nowhere else to go, he set off towards Karik. OOC age: 14 Race: Human Profession: Architect.

*continues to look at the note, he sighs slightly, and humors the man, by paying him the least amount of attention needed, Sherlock turns to gaze upon Botar.* "Do you normally not care about the privacy of others? I would think not, what my business is, is no business of yours, and for that matter, how do you know this is blood? What if it was something else? Think before you speak next time, perhaps....Pfft, Like you will." *Sherlock tacks the note back, and strides away, arms behind his back, not paying further attention to the man.*

((Alright, I must say, currently I am working on various architectures, around 5 large jobs, and allot of this is OOC design, so I won't even be IG much sadly, again sorry, I don't know how long it will be until I can RP again.))

*wanders past the tree, without reading the actual note, Sherlock sucks his little finger, dabs the blood and lick his pinky.* "Hmm...the bloods crisp, yet thick...so a long gone fat guy." *Sherlock then reads the note.* "Indeed, a long gone fight guy, looking for his daughter."

Sorry, at the moment, I have 5 jobs an architect, so I am pretty hey sorry :/ However, I will try and continue with this job, as long as another fairly large job doesn't take up too much of my time, where I think it will sorry.

*Pacing through the streets of Alras, Sherlocks small mouse scurries through the gutter, a letter grasped in its maw, with holes that look like it has been pierced by a bird, Sherlock reads the note, and with a content mind, he replies:* Dear Queen Dawn, I shall have to consider this, for as of late, I have become an Architect of Alras, however, if Salvus wishes for me, and Alras doesn't wish to see my full potential, then I shall make my way back to Salvus with haste. Thank you again, Kind regards, Sherlock.

I bet that 11.75 Minas was worth it though.

The only problem with living in a mountain, is that the space is very restrictive, sometimes, you'd have to go underground simply for a tad more room.