Seventh / Ryan

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*Gently tugs down his hood, scanning the document. Nodding as he reads, a soft smile touches his lips.*

"Let me be your sword and shield once more, dear Alras..."

*As he begins to turn, he notices a flicker out of the corner of his eye. Recognizing a familiar face, he eases. He nods to his sellsword companion.*

"Aye, Seventh, we're requested back bay te Caravan master, 'est we b'headen back, yeah?" *He says with a heavy Dwarven accent.*

*Seventh scans the document once more, before putting it away, turning on his heels.* "Aye, we should."

--Seventh

"He tastes the sweet blood of my brothers... And now the rain grows thicker..."

Maximus Meridius Horen takes a seat in the large church. The house of God boasts large golden double-crossed signs, and the crowds huddle around their seats with the common murmur amidst the air. Maximus takes notice of the gate guards, letting flows of people into the church. He specifically takes note of a dozen individuals - hooded and cloaked. He watches them ascend into the stands above, he misses however what they carry in their hands - Crossbows.

Shrugging the sudden urge of sickening thought in his gut off, he turns his attention back to the Altar, taking a quick glance at his bannermen, standing near him. He admires the suit of Podrick Denims, nodding in approval, he shifts uncomfortably. The atmosphere within the church is sickening. As the crowds quiet down, the holy father begins to pray and seal the bond of the young couple. Maximus smiles widely and claps. His wide smile fades, slowly, as he begins to atune the sound of song in his ears... a song he only heard in stories. He glances up at the stands above, witnessing multiple cloaked figures, 22 in total. Next to them stand musicians, playing the song of damnation... he can feel his heart pick up in his throat.

Turning away, he opens his mouth, attempting to shout at the people at the altar, for it was in vain. The holy father sealed the marriage, as the couple kissed, and at this moment a rain begun to fly. A rain of beautiful death. Arrows flung from the stands above, hitting multiple nobles and guards. He watches as the common folk begin to scream, and the nobles and bannermen move amidst the confusion. In mere moments they would be mowed down by hailing arrows. The 2 gate guards shut the gates, drew their swords and approached the remaining nobles.

The wicked sharp blade pierced a noble next to Maximus, the gaurd, a traitor, glares at the noble - "Codrick Green sends his regards." Maximus brings out his blade, piercing it through the body of the betrayer. Arrows wizzing past his head, he notices his bannermen at the entrance-gate of the church, attempting to open it. He rushes towards them, however a bolt flung into his left hand, as he is almost shot to the side. He releases a scream of agony, before regaining his balance, and rushing to the aid of his bannermen. The entrance is opened, and floods of commoners, nobles,  and bannermen pour out, before a large force of fortified troops move into the church to kill the traitors. Maximus plucks the arrow out of his hand, before turning around shouting at his bannermen to form up, and advances back into the hostile church. Arrows still being flung and mow down the first line of forces sent in, before the cloaked men ambush the rest, however, being outnumbered they were taken down with ease. Multiple cloaked figures were seen to escape the church.

Maximus glares atthe countless bodies on the ground, cursing. He glares at his remaining bannermen.

"Remove Green."

--Seventh

Seventh strikes the edge of his sax-knife against the white wood. Light only flickers on his face before a small fire, as he presents his long-experiencd fletching skills. Many years of warfare, and battle has begun to eat at his mind - "How can we ever be sure we're safe?" The same ringing occurs thousands of times a day for him. It plagues him, the thought. Reassurance only begins to satisfy him as he realizes the traits of his own race. Elves - nimble, extreme eyesight, and sensitive ears make for an almost impossible sneak attack on any Elf, let alone a city, or town. The Elves are marked for their uncanny abilities at marksmenship and scouting - especially in forests. He nods, clearly satisfied from his deductions. "How can we be safe?" He thinks to himself. "Our scouts are known for being the best in the Realm. No movement occurs in or around our forests without us knowing."

--Seventh

His eyes scan the Dwarven
threat-letter before releasing it from his grasp as it violently
flickers between the banners of his Sigil behind him. His face turns
slightly over his should to observe his small army of damned man behind
him. These men, hardy, crude, and strong from the years of fight against
Bohra-savages in the North. The bannermen of his father march proudly,
raising the sigil of the Wicked Wolf high above. Turning front, he
adjusts he newly forged Steel and wolf-pelt armor. It was his fathers
old battle armor, reforged to a full respect.

He nods to himself, satisfied,
gripping the reigns of his, jet black, horse tightly. He raises a hand
for the march to cease, and as sudden as the action, the echo of the
march dies. He rides towards the front gates of Abresi, noting the
sudden halt in Guard duty and the buzz of the city to a dim, he smirks.
As he reaches the front gates, he holds up a hand to object any speaking
of the Guards before his own voice was heard.

"Send word to his Imperial Majesty... the Legion of the Wolf, of his cousin, has arrived."

--Seventh

Seventh glares at multiple scrolls posted on the front board of Malinor, before ripping one of in a show of aggression and quickly pacing to the Council Chambers.

As he arrives, multiple members are already seated and discussing current problems convening the Council.

Seventh storms inside, and slams the scroll on the table of the Council. All heads turn in shock and surprise.

"Another group have forfieted their lives... We are too late."

--Seventh

*Raises both brows in anger.*

"The Mali'Aheral have defiled 3 Trees... they have disowned themselves from the trust of Malin... This will be brought to the attention of the council... now you heed MY warning. These actions of treason will not go unnoticed."

--Seventh

(( Oh this is awesome, now to find someone to make me an Orc skin! ;p ))

((Exactly as I thought man, now these are some bad-ass orcs.))

*Reads the decree with haste, his eyebrows furrowing with every extra word he reaches.*

"This will turn into the war that ends all wars, mark my word. The one true war. The victor writes history."

--Seventh

((According to the battle plans set up by Lago and Co it looks like it was going to be a turn based campaign that was sudo-total war like, with the Rebel faction going first, so you may want to talk to lago about this as he has spent a long time getting this War organized properly, and it wouldn't be fair to simply blow all that effort he has spent away by just ignoring it.))

((Indeed. Lago and a company of players have been working together to make it a campaign. And, from what I saw, it was freaking amazing. The system was great. You definitely need to speak to Lagomorphia. However, until that is done, the warclaim doesn't hold any meat, sorry mates. :<))

--Seventh

*Boiendl is seen in the distant sunset, alongside a familiar figure.*

*The figure extends his hand, and Boiendl takes it gladly. They begin to walk towards the sun - in unity, and finally together.*

*The figure puts his arm around Boiendl revealing the face of Richard Horen.*

"We are together forever, now. You and I..."

--Seventh

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

*Silent and slow footsteps upon the root of a large tree, the cloaked Elf steps out from the shadows, embracing the rememberance of light upon his fragile face.*

*His hands remove the hood, revealing a Wood Elven face. His cold eyes being the most striking feature, along with his light brown hair gently resting on the palm of his head. He glances around the streets of the city, his gaze slightly blurred with the streaks of light breaking from the peak in the leaves of the mighty trees.*

"People of the seeds of Malin, hear me. Hear me now, for I hath returned to those whom brought me to life. I am that who is called 'Seventh' - but many of you care not, for I am an Elf of old religions. In the days of old, of the land that was once called Aegis, I too lived amongst my fellow Elf, for Laurelin was a kind home. She brought happiness into lives of many. But you do not know me, for I am one who has ran from my bloodline, escaping the very scent."

*His soft but cold eyes now furrow slightly, as they gaze at the incoming crowds of people approaching.*

"You wonder now what brings me back. After my unfaithful acts towards my kin - what brings me back? You see, my travels away from the Elves started when I was but a little 'un. I carried a sword, and a bow, and many arrows for which will pierce my foes - I called myself a Warden. A Warden of Malinor, protector fo the Realm of the Elves, and I was not alone. The Wardens were a force greater than most. However, their intentions were not pure - corruption plagued this company."

*Glancing down at the ground, as if in an attempt to avoid the judgement seered into the eyes of the people that now stand before him. He places on hand on the hilt of his sword, revealing multiple scars - multiple memories.*

"So I defected. I met a man, oh he was one o'er valor and honour above 'else. He brought me to the Sanctuary of the White Ravens, whom I would join - not for long, mind you. We were a coalition of different races set against these Wardens whom plagued the beautiful city of Laurelin. Together, we accomplished incredible feats, whom the Sun, nor the moon can argue against!

*Smiles widely as if remembering his long lost comrades, before the smile crumbles, transforming his face into an array of sorrow.*

"But the war was reaching our niche... the lives of the men we threw away to prove a point, it was as if we were just playing i'llst game. One whom the sidest of those with numbers wins indefinitely. So to save my comrades from suicide... I... surrendered information of our sanctuary... and I returned to it in ash and pale rocks..."

*Swallows, putting one hand on his chin, rubbing it slightly - deep in thought.*

"So to repent my sins, I joined the Children of Aeriel as their guardian. And these experiences... these travels, they taught me something. Following my 12 years with the Orcs, I realized that honour, chivalry and loyalty were qualities that I have been trying to attain, to achieve. A stroke of peace I was trying to buy back from Malin, as an excuse to be silenced with myself."

*Glances back up, staring courageously into the eyes of his fellow Elves.*

"I realized, I was using myself as an excuse to escape my past, run from my family. And now, the pain of the feeling of that when you watch your children, and their children's children pass before you, you begin to understand. You may run from your plague until the netherworlds, but it will follow you, and no matter where you hide hence, you cannot out-run it, for it is invincible. My cowardice is reaping me no longer however, no longer will I run..."

*Leans on one leg, resting both hands, now, on his belt, glaring past the crowds.*

"My Elves, you do not know me, for I am an Elf of old religions. Of times long gone, when your fathers once took arms against the evils of those who will not be named, but erectified as The Darkened One. Days when the sun beamed a happy heath upon the Elves of Malin.

I bring nothing to you. There is no army behind me, awaiting my command. There are no endless fortunes of which I present. And there are no certain fates from which I can pull a fine thread, and provide a life of happiness. What I bring is my sword, I bring my faith, and I bring my heart. I bring dedication of a thousand men, and a thousand more. For I am who is reborn into the new religion, and that who is reborn... may never rest."

--Seventh

Banned because I actually can! Muahahaha

--Seventh

Very interesting! I am really getting very excited to see more writing of this lore. I like it.

--Seventh

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This is the biggest issue I have with you becoming a GM... again.

 

Server-wide moderation and Modreq's that you claimed to excel in.

By server wide moderation you mean doing the bare minimum to make it by. Doing most things only by request or people you knew or anyone/anything for oren when we were in Asulon. 

 

Modreq's... Modreq modreq modreq... I had 1 modreq done by you in ALL of Asulon. I was on for a good 8+ hours a day for 3 months straight to devote my time to helping the server. 1 Modreq... It wasnt even awnsered technically speaking. I had to ask for it to be done through me coming into TS. 

 

Although others can claim to have more done by you - The lack of work that I saw when you were a GM was bare minimum in my opinion.

Bare minimum? I've never let something slide by, only by "bare minimum". I'd like you to explain in detail. As well as doing anything by request only for the people I knew. If someone asks me to do something for them, unless I am already occupied doing something for another player, then I won't disregard the request. That goes for yout "1 Modreq" as well!

Timezones and the time I play or hop on may be different to yours. I could've have been pre-occupied. However, I definately remember doing more than just a mere 1 modreq for you, Cloaked, that is a fact. If I was already working on something at that moment, I would have kindly told you await for another Global Moderator, who would be more than happy to assist you.

- And as for that last point, that was a large mistake by glueing the spawn command to an item I had in hand, two days before for an event. Which I did appologize soley for, and /clearedmob as soon as they spawned.

- Skippy: TeamSpeak moderation doesn't mean I'm going to drop into every single channel occupied by other players. It means that if a player has questions or concearns, they could approach me in Teamspeak, this as well as abuse or any problems in regards to the TS server could be brought to any GM and it would be delt with accordingly. I, however, did in fact do random checks on Teamspeak channels. I randomly hopped into an Elven channel, check the palyers in it, then hopped out for example. That sort of thing.

Plus, do not forget that there are still things every GM does behind the scenes. Things that go quiet without notice. Every GM does it, so remember that just because they may not be in-game at all times, they may be still working on LotC related projects. As well as, I believe you are referring to me going inactive for a long peroid of time, yes, which I later stepped down from, due to that alone.

--Seventh

You stepped down from a position that takes a lot of time and effort to achieve. While I am sure you realize you cannot simply hop back into place, why not take your skills and apply for a much more modest position, such as AT, VAT, or FM? Or in that nature, a Guide? I've never talked to you before, so this isn't a + or - 1, but just curiosity. 

Ah, a good question! Because while I was a GM, I indeed did take part in multiple other teams, such as the Lore Masters, the VAT, and, at one point, even leading the App team! I recieved multiple skills, interpersonally, and learned features of these teams I was not aware of, and now, since I was part of such a large part of the community, would it not make sense to resume where I had left off? Simply because I've already been apart of the other teams, and the GM team, so now I may continue developing, and working with the team.

Ah, Hiebe, but how can you say that when, in-fact, the reason behind such a disaster came from, not only yourself, by the sheer state of aggression against cooperation, but from multiple others? I mean no offense, however, there were loop-holes in multiple pieces of lore, both from the Teuts and the Dwarves. I used the resources I was given to attempt at creating an equilibrium between both sides. Yes, it turned out to be a mess, however if I had simply said "No" and done nothing, it would be hypocritical, and I would be attacked by various members of the community, sadly. So I see little weight in that, my friend.

Again, thank you for the input.

--Seventh

I am going to have to say no. You left once, you could leave again. How are we supposed to trust you know?

How is it possible to trust other GM's with the same? How about the other GM's with similar originating problems as mine? I have no Guardians overseeing my well-being, or providing food for me, so when my job requires that much of me, I have no choice. However, I did not "abandon" the server, and never look back. I tried to stay active for as long as I possibly could under the conditions that I had to deal with. That dedication alone, could show my devotion. Many admins, and GM's are aware of that. Eventually, I could fiddle no longer, and had to step down, on a good note, mind you, from my position.

Thank you for your input!

--Seventh

My query is since you said winter tennis isn't popular, what will happen once summer and spring hit?

If it will be as demanding again would your term not e short lived?

Not quite, I didn't really want to get into it, but after a heated dispute with some people, I decided to would be best if I left that job.

And, Volutional, that was early in my GM, when there were many unwritten rules that had caused problems, and many strange disputes over things.

--Seventh

Real Name: Ryan Den Valtoi


Roleplaying Name: Paladin_Seventh, Richard_Horen


MineCraft Name: _Seventh_, Seventhcircle72


Joined Server: September 18th, 2011


Age: 19


Time Zone: EST


Hours Available:

I'm free 7 - 8 hours in weekdays, and, basically all weekends are open.Originally, I stepped down from my position due to work being a bit demanding on me. However, that is not an issue anymore, and I am able to dedicate much more time.


Do you assume any leadership roles in game?
Not quite, however one of my Characters, Richard Horen, is a royal in Oren, otherwise I do not assume leadershuip roles in LoTC.

Experience:
I'm quite experienced in this field. I've been a GM for almost a year on LotC before stepping down. I've written a guide to new GM's in the restricted forums, plus I'm well diversed in commands and rules. I became a GM on January 24th, 2012 for this server, and over those months, I've learned a lot about this community, myself, and the GM team.

Outside of the server, I've hosted multiple PvP and PvE Clan-Based servers (I used to be a clanner xD), and have been an Administrator on multiple other private servers. I have vast knowledge of the commands, and I'm well aware of all of the guidelines and rules of the server.

Reasons to be a Game Moderator:
Even before I became a GM on this incredible server, I've always wanted to help produce something more out of it. I've always thought this server could evolve beyond the point it is today. I wanted to help shape this community, along with my peers, into an environment for all to enjoy. As a GM, I was given that chance. Doing small things, for example ModReq's, or even helping a fellow player on TeamSpeak. It's enjoyable for myself, and if it helps improve the server, then I'm for it. Providing players with an unforgettable experience on LotC is something I'm willing to dedicate my time to.

I stepped down from my position as a Global Moderator, because I was inactive. (Which will be explained below.) And over these two months, I've recieved quite a bit of free time! My job no longer demands the time it used, nor the effort, therefore I'm able to devote more of it to this community. Thinking back to the first day I became a GM, and to how the community is now, it has definately changed, improved and moved forward. However staff need assistance sometimes, and with such a remarkable playerbase, the server has become something great, and it is ever-changing! I would like to resume my position as a Global Moderator because I want to take the server, the community, by the hand and help take baby-steps towards improving further.

As a GM, what area's would you like to focus on?
Previously, when I was a GM, I focused on area's such as TeamSpeak Moderation, Server-wide moderation, Events, organization, Bug-testing, and Modreq's. I excelled in these area's, as I was able to take a large work-load and create an appropriate outcome of it. Therefore, I would like to resume working in these fields.

Players which you conflict with:
I'm not aware of any players that I have conflict with.

Any other information you would like to share:

Alright; now comes the big explaination.

Firstly, I'd like to appologize to the Community, as I randomly went AWOL, with no explaination. This was a large mistake, and I'm sorry. My job, being a tennis coach, began to require more of me. More time, more effort, more strength, that stuff. I came home, extremely tired, and lifeless almost every day. And under those conditions, I could not have been as potentially effective in my position as I could be. This became apperant to me, so I decided to step down from my position as a GM. A couple of months later, I realized my job had ceased to require so much effort from me, and now, require basically no time at all. (Don't want to get into detail why, but; Winter tennis isn't really popular, apperantly...) So I return to the Community, and I would like to resume my position as a Global Moderator.

Thank you for your time,

--Seventh

Character Name

Nicknames: Seventh

Age: 743

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Status: Alive - Somewhat

Description

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 156 Ibs

Body Type: Slightly Built, Skinny

Eyes: Dark Green

Hair: Light Brown

Skin: Lightly tanned

Markings/Tattoos: Tattoo of 'Gorkil Clan on back of left shoulder. Mark of Arke'Ith on Right palm.

Health: Healthy

Personality: Quiet. Very critical, and analyzes and processes vefore speaking. Caring, however keeps in his emotions.

Inventory: Ice Staff of Arke'Ith

Further Details: Speaks fluent Orcish, and continues to pray to the Aenguls - reliving his adventures with the Ascended within his dreams.

Life Style

Alignment*: Lawful Good.

Deity*: Arke'Ith

Religion: Ascension

Alliance/Nation/Home None

Job/Class: Paladin, Follower of the Ascended

Title(s): Paladin of the Frost

Special Skill(s): Archery, Weak Healing, Major Ward.

Flaw(s): Mediocre Magic abilities. Fast, however lacks power.

Magic*

Current Status: Experienced

Arch-type: Mage/Arcane

Sub-Type: Alteration

Weakness(es): Extremely susceptible to Illusions. (Weak connection between dreams and real due to nightmares.) Lacks communication skills.

Strength(s): Strong willed. Doesn't give up. Independant.

Current Spell(s): Paladin's Shield (Ward), Touch of Frost (Minor Healing)

Weaponry

Fighting Style: Archery/Swordsmanship

Preferred Weapon: Long Bow

Favored Weapon: Long Sword

Archery: Master

Sword: Expert

Daggers: Journeymen

Spear: Amateur

Biography

Parents: Unknown Names - Both dead.

Siblings: None

Children: None

Extended Family: Family of House Silverblade

Pet(s): Small Frost Wolf

History

The lonely ranger. All but a single memory remains in his mind of his childhood nightmare. A young elf, but energetic nonetheless, raised in a small village, to the west of what was Laurelin before the destruction of Aegis. The thoughts of his parents does not reach his mind, as he has no picture, not a glimpse of an idea that ties them with him. Raised by his Uncle, a figure that Seventh has looked up to all his life. This memory of his childhood, so long ago has it been replayed in his mind, so long, even he does not remember his name. Only the words of the Villagers, shunning him out for the death and destruction that has been caused. Blaming him for an act that he did not do. An act that will not be explained now. Seventh, shunned out of his home, young and a virgin to the world around him, travels beyond Ravenhold. A long journey, meeting new companions that he keeps dear to him. Joining the White Ravens, then not short after, the FOA. Where he meets the Ascended. Long adventures and many fights, and gut-wrenching quests. All but a memory now. Now he travels wherever he feels Aeriel & Arke'Ith take him. Still praying to the Aenguls, he feels blessed by them. Now a lonely ranger, with his Wolf - Alice, he longs for adventure.

--Seventh

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