Mithradites

((Sorry, Fenric. But "annoying", "aggrevating" and "full of themselves" is essentially the Haelun'or high-elves in a nutshell. :) You seemed nice, though. Shame you're a religious order XD .))

Looks up from his papers once more. Insulting my people? I insult only you. Your pursuit of blind vengence is hardly that of a proud Mali'Aheral. As for this idea of a "duel", I ask you to remember what I said about Uruk blood in you. I believe Uruks settle disputes by combat. furthermore, what would a duel prove? That you are a better swordsman than I, or vice versa? The only duel I would take part in is that of the mind. A debate. It is the only true way to settle disputes. Keep your sword for when night comes and the Mori skulk the roads. Leave the brutal Uruks to fates designs. With that, Lucion gathers up his papers and returns home to avoid further interruptions.

While writing a book on weather patterns, Lucion half listens to the ranting of Ker'Athri. His full attention is gained, however, when Ker'Athri spits on the foot of a fellow Mali'Aheral. Deciding that it was obviously none of his business, he disregards his feelings on the matter and returns to the task at hand. But when the words "You are pathetic" are uttered, he can hold himself no longer. Placing his quill down and straightening his papers into a neat pile, he stands up and walks towards Ker'Athri with a stern look upon his face. He looks him directly in the eyes, and speaks with un-shaking conviction. Now see here, you brute! How precisely how is this highborn pathetic? That he sees through your ridiculous pretentions of "honour" and "redemption"? Your words sound more human or dwarven than that of Mali'Aheral. You say that our "honour" has been sullied? That our forefathers require us to do battle with Uruks to "redeem" ourselves in their eyes? Seeing you, our forefathers would be shaking their heads in revulsion at your childish display; expecting the slaughter of Uruks to have any practical purpose other than to feed your vengence complex. What even is this "honour" you speak of? If it is primarily battle focused, then perhaps you have the blood of Uruk mixing and foaming in your vains. What the Uruks did is despicable, and entirely expected from their kind. Now they huddle once more in their dingy, filth encrusted hovels. Far away from our kind. Your "redemption" will simply bring them back to the blessed Silver City before we are ready to actively resist them. Calming himself from his rant, he quickly regains his composure and concludes his argument. Your actions are illogical and without purpose. You will only spend the lives of our dwindling kind on your foolish quest. Begone, and take yourself to human lands, where warmongering is the day-to-day. Satisfied with his words, Lucion walks briskly back to his papers and research.

Ok! Thanks! I'll see you guys at the base soonish, then!

Thanks! I won't go to the base until I get the A-OK from Arbrek, just in case. :)

MC-name: Mithradites Roleplay Name: Pontus Mithra General Area/Timezone: Australian eastern standard time (GMT+10h. I've been known to stay up very late, though!) Screenshot of Skin: http://s1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/Mithradites/?action=view&current=Mineskin.png (Sorry if it's small :() Character Bio (Must be at least 5+ sentences): Since he rain away from his abusive father when he was 15, Pontus wandered the wilds. After many years of adventuring he began to yearn for human contact and so joined a fledgeling kingdom in the north. For years he served the King, Estellan, until the mysterious disapearance of much of the capitals citzenry. Feeling that he had failed in his duty to defend the people of Sjavilli, he resigned from his position and returned to the wilds. Sadly, his taste for company was insatiable and he travelled to Al'Khazar to live and make his fortune. However, he didn't notice the poisonous air within the city until it was too late. He ran from the ruined metropolis coughing, spluttering and temporarily delusional. Somehow he made his way to Galaha and made a fool of himself; laughing at halucinations, stalking random women and calling them "Catherine" while blaming them for the voices in his head, and making death threats to "the man who stole the sun." After he finally came to his senses, and realised what he had done, he decided to join a knightly order to regain his honour, put some money in his pocket, and to track down the fiend who stole the sun. Any special skills you possess: I'm fairly proficient with the sword (lvl 32) and the pick (lvl 31). I have a little experience with bows, cooking, and blacksmithing, but my talents do not lie there. Screenshots of MC creations: http://s1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/Mithradites/?action=view&current=eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.png Roleplaying experience: I used to be a "Huscarl" for the Kingdom of Sjavilli, so I know how to shout down annoying peons and plebs. I'm hoping that counts as experience :P. Other Guilds you are member of: None to speak of.

((Hello all! If you don't remember me, my name is Pontus Mithra/IGN: Mithradites! I've been away for several weeks due to some nasty medical nonsense. I was made a "Huscarl" by Estellan and I just wanted to know what has been going on kingdom-wise while I was away! Do we still exist? I can't use my iron sword anymore and there are some nasty fire-things jumping about, so I will presume we are on 1.0 now :P ))