Sujamma Addict

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IV2npRVMZ4

Grief and pain are deadly arrows to your heart. As the arrows of grief hits, you do not know what to do or how to feel. You begin bleeding and become numb, and you think the world as you know it is coming to an end. You sit on the ground unable to move, and the arrow continues penetrating into your heart. Some pass by and pray for you, voices filled with pity.

Suddenly there it is.

Thoughts of despair.

A mother’s wail, a father’s sob–

Could our dear son be gone?

This precious boy, this vibrant man–

His heart, somehow undone.

“No… Not for this Qali.”

The sun rises and sets alone

The cycle that doesn’t end

But, the moon has eight of its own

And the crescent and star has yet to ascend.

“This was the switch-up, the plot-twist my father always knew,

but the world did not prepare for.

Now be new.

Be the man my father meant,

And created me to be.

Oh, and don’t forget,

Do it passionately.”

But was he ready?

What kept him at bay from proposing already?

A delusion of a crown made made to offer him some hope,

but how could he even fantasize when he had to cross that blood-filled moat?

Life can be fearsome,

Its decisions, challenging.

Do not let years of  grief cause you to run and be shunned.

Embrace your choices with open arms, not isolation.

For although it may mean life or death,

We’re Qali and will always be ready.

Past my bedtime. Have a nice cringe.

Questions came about in thought before and formed into words after that battle,

“Who are these robed individuals? Where did they come from and

What is their purpose?”

The robes were thrown off and the truth that hid behind the masks was revealed. Those who never heard of these pious men exchanged glances, wondering if they were mercenaries or a cult of some sort, but for the ones who had seen the old battle-scarred tabards from another realm had froze in place.

“Why have you returned?”

Why did we return you ask?

† To fear the Creator and maintain His Church †

† To serve the liege lord in valour and faith †

† To refrain from the wanton giving of offence †

† To live by honour and for glory †

† To despise pecuniary reward †

† To obey those placed in authority †

† To guard the honour of fellow Vanders †

† To keep faith †

† To at all times speak the truth †

† To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun †

† To never refuse a challenge from an equal †

† To never to turn the back upon a foe †

Poor Frederick. His neck never healed properly after that one.

A Brother of the Order of St. Lucien pats his brothers on the back. His tabard stained with blood and covered in tears,

"We've fought with valor and honour this day brothers...

DEUS MAGNUS!"

Minecraft name/s: Shorkie (formerly AlteredGENx & SIDynasty) AlteredGENx

Age: 17

Time zone and availability: Eastern Standard Time (EST)

Skype: AlteredCriminal

What is something you have always wanted to change on the server?:

I've brought several friends into the  LoTC community and it comes with great sorrow to say that I've seen them leave as faster than it took for them to put in the effort to create a well-written application that had gotten accepted. The main issue which has been mentioned before is the lack of spontaneous role play. For us veterans, we already know how to maneuver around this through seeking out or initiating the role play ourselves, but unfortunately new players feel overwhelmed and relatively unconfidcent about how to situate themselves in the world. A good friend in the Fringe who wasn't an ET, still managed to create events that truly had a d&d-like feel to it. Each person involved in the event were treated evenly and they all played important roles. A number of bambis would begin as adventurers seeking to discover and experience the thrill of a fantasy world. There is some dispute about the map itself, but almost all can agree that the map builders did an excellent job when it came to building  event areas in the wild. This consists of ruins, dungeons, or just beautifully made forests.

Not many people know who I really am and it all has to do with the thrill I get from exploration. I've uncovered the majority of Athera and still find myself coming back to certain areas to see if I could possibly stumble across new structures that I may have missed. The signs do well in explaining things and players are intrigued to see what would happen if they were to tamper with the objects. Another thing new players lack are connections which is why I did like it when I saw recruiters standing about CT, ready to help the other players and possibly get them to join their group, but without these players then the bambis are left to wander about.

How can we fix this? I would like to work with a GM team that is assigned to helping new players. It would work along with the ET team, of course. 

What are your finest qualities?: 

I'm sympathetic for new players and one important thing I would provide is a positive attitude when it comes to handling and resolving issues among players. I'm not entirely sure if this was discussed with the GM team, but I used to see players who were unsatisfied with the way some GMs handled their problems. If a player broke a rule, they'd be automatically banned or kicked. I've experienced this myself back in The Fringe and Thales. I'd like to commend BrandNewKitten who pmed me beforehand and discussed the situation with me in a respectful manner. I appreciate those who are respectful towards other human beings regardless of their status in life (irl and online). I will treat other players with respect and make it my priority that the outcome of every case ends with satisfied people.

What are your worst qualities, and how could you improve these aspects?:
When I am determined and motivated by ambition to perform a role then I make sure that my weak qualities are not involved. My weak qualities are dependability. But! This is only shown when I am disinterested in something in which case I wouldn't have even bother applying for in the first place! I am, without a doubt, fully prepared to give my time to benefit the players of LoTC. It was the first and only Minecraft roleplay server that I've ever applied for and actually seen grow.

What members of the Staff could you look to for guidance?:

BrandNewKitten is a GM who may not remember me now because I have only dealt with her once before, but it was that first impression that makes them someone I will look up to. First impressions are everything to me and it shows a lot about the character of someone in my opinion. I will treat everyone with respect as long as they are worthy of it.

Who do you not get along with on the current team?:

I've had little need to deal with GMs so I cannot say, but I do very much hope that I will get along with every GM.

How much free time do you have? Will this change in the foreseeable future?:

With my timezone, I will be available throughout the majority of every week during the summer. Vacations and unexpected trips are inevitable and the GM lead will be notified at a reasonable time beforehand. During the school year, my time becomes restricted to approx. 2-5 hours a day during fall football season which ends in November. Once it's over then I can be on longer!

Final words:

I look forward to reading and responding to any questions and comments that may come. I've said this in my Media Team Application as well, but as a member who has several years of experience on LoTC, it only feels natural to want to help this server in any way I can!

Edit:

Been about three months since this application was posted and I've been thinking more and more about why I applied in the first place. While I agree with following procedure and posting an application showing interest in the GM team I also feel that direct communication is something that all gm leaders and vets should consider. You'll never get to really understand the motives behind a wall of text. I've recently got involved with another group in another game and must say that the process included an interview. I was told to study the rules thoroughly and then when the time came, I would be questioned and given a personal interview. Staff teams, more importantly the GM's and Admins, have very demanding and tedious regulations and procedures that should be followed word per word and I believe getting to know your team throughout the GM Trials is one very crucial way to get to know if this person is really that dependable, friendly, and efficient one who will get the job done and contribute to the goals that are laid out to the team.

E-executed on sight..?

------Application-----

MC name- AlteredGENx

IC name - Arlen Kharadeen
Race- Human
Age- 21

Arlen sharpens his sword whilst rolling a small pearl in between his teeth. His hands tremble and he even loses his grasp on the weapon several times which only elicits pain from applying pressure to the scarred spherical mass. People were dying and it must be dealt with before the root of panic can begin to sprout,

"Whatever it is... It will be stopped."

Shady is back in action! Can't wait to see what you have in store for us bud! I'll be glad to help in any any way if necessary.

Arlen and his companions nod at the response, "We will be sending emissaries to Oren within a Saint's week." The men go back to packing supplies for their journey to the capital, checking off items needed on a list.

Arlen clutches tightly onto the scroll, crumpling its dull edges. He makes his way into a nearby tavern and falls to his knees, "The dark lord is here." he says.

Arlen Kharadeen nods in approval of the Clan's revitalization as he finishes reading up on their history, "The fact that Clan Goldhand has gone through many trials and tribulations, and yet still stands proud, shows that they are a strong-hearted and sturdy people! The Caliphate welcomes the Goldhands with great respect and dignification!" He would then begin to work on plans to have the Clan's history and other noteworthy writings archived in the library.

A courier from the Caliphate of Khalestine would return bearing a letter with a response:

It is with immense pleasure as a representative of the Caliphate of Khalestine to humbly accept this offer to attend the coronation of teh Grand King Balek Irongut.

House Kharadeen and several members from the council of advisors shall be attending the ceremony.
Arlen Kharadeen

 

"A long journey lies before us. We must have an undying passion and persistence if we hope to fulfill our duties." Arlen smiles widely as he watches his father descend from the fountain into the crowd, "Let us honor the Caliphate by being dedicated to these roles so that they may be inherited by our predecessors."

Arlen would be speechless as he stands in front of the now collapsed staircase. He periodically glances up towards the skies and back at the pillow pile, "Nafis..." He tips his head down so that he may say a silent prayer before sharply turning towards the city. "A young verbose man with a bright glittering loyalty..." Arlen would begin to make his way inside the city towards the home of young Nafis.

After receiving the scroll from the Caliph, she reads it over and over, scratching her head in confusion. Where exactly does she apply for the position again? 

Another scroll is soon presented:

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/126160-applications-for-advisory-council-positions/

Name (Mc name in parenthesis after) - Arlen Kharadeen

Age - 19

Race - Qalasheen (Human)

Citizen of Khalestine? - Yes

Brief description on who you are and what you currently do -

As eldest son of Caliph Faiz Kharadeen, I feel it is essential for myself to garner as much knowledge about the rest of Athera as I can. At the time of writing this I can only see a mere reflection—an archetype of a prince. The ambition I hold is to one day achieve the status of a venerable member of the Caliphate through cultivation and action. 

Position applying for - Safeer
Why do you wish to take on this position? -

My life which had me meandering my way throughout realms granted me time for introspection. To travel, for me, is to remove the vapidity that I have only seldom experienced before. I have always yearned for the thrill of adventure and it is by my own intuition that I feel as if I would be fit to bear this title more than the latter. 

What do you hope to accomplish by taking on this position?-
My primary goal as a Safeer would be to assist in forming bonds with the people of Athera. The thought discovering new cultures even excites me.

What makes you qualified for this position?-
My experience with now foreign lands extends to that of previously withholding the title of an underling "squire" to a Ser Otto Rovin. I keep myself well read in foreign political affairs, Human and various races alike. Since The Fringe, I had been considered dutiful and agreeable from past and present acquaintances. I hope to be influential and authentic when I come across new people and officials. 

Anything else you wish to add? -
While some may struggle to interact with others, I find cultural diversity to be my strong suit. Adapting and integrating are fields I can excel at and understanding the situations of others will provide me the necessary tools to help as best I can. Any more information needed can be brought up with me whenever I am available in Al-Dirakh.

Signature here: Arlen K.

Great job to those who built this from ground up! A lot of work was put in by a lot of people and all I see now is the determination these builders had to make it great! Amazing job to everyone involved, thank you! +1

Aep is well read when it comes to lore especially when interacting with him on the server. He should be considered for the job +1

Username: AlteredGENx

Skype:alteredcriminal

Testing experience: Beta tested a couple of mmos and also a former bukkit server owner which had Hunger Games

How long have you played LOTC: About two years

How familiar are you with our plugins (Nexus Craft, Claimable Regions, Professions): Very

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1KAnG44Iqw

Brothers

The ones who saved the man’s life
The ones who molded the man into a soldier
The ones who watched the man take his oaths

The ones who called the man, brother.

A lantern devoid of light and a small jaded journal rested upon a nightstand next to a spruced up featherbed; a soft faint shimmering from a small circular window gave it a pleasant scenic display. A man with golden locks covered by a fur cap briskly entered through the door so that the harsh winter snow wouldn't disrupt the interior. With a an emphatic swing, the door was shut returning the inside to it’s placid state. Over his chain maille came his surcoat which bore the sigil of House Rovin. He would whack his boots against the hardwood floor, removing any remnants of snow that had managed to clasp onto the bottom before making his way towards the nightstand. A low comforting sigh elicited from the man’s mouth as he lowered himself onto featherbed, crumpling the prickling fur blanket. He reached for the the lantern and unlocked the cage so that he may share his torch’s breath with it. He set the lantern in a niche along the wall behind him and fiddled with the wick before bringing his attention back to his goal.

The journal had been placed on top of the small table, a small feather finding its way out from the top. The man stared at it with apprehension before finally resolving to grab the book. Having his mind roused by curiosity, he abruptly darted for it, even questioning himself as to why he did so. The book felt rigid, wrinkled, and chapped in his cold hands; it had been through a long journey.
The man handled the book with care as he delicately flipped passed the cover to the first page.

     

1464, 12th o’ t’ Deep Cold

 

      An old friend gave me this. Said I might benefit from writin’ down anythin’ I could. He promised t’record this in some library for future generations. Turns out he gave a journal like this one to more fellas although I personally don’t see the need to store my ****. Anyway, I’ll start off like Masho told me to.

 

I’m Tomas Kvasz, A Saint’s day ago  I ended up gettin’ separated from my cousin and now live with some men in tights and wite tabards with crosses.  I can’t say the timing could’ve been any better when this short farfolk lad lifted me out of some ditch in the ground. I honestly can’t even remember what exactly happened before I ended up there. I was just walkin’ down some road when I tripped into this hole in the ground.  Anyways I was lifted out of the ground by this small man named Rygecky.  I’m not even sure I spelled that correctly either… Well I was lucky enough to have been saved by him because right as I was hoisted up, these damn Uruks came and began assaulting some sort of gate keep they had been buildin’. he rushed me inside just as the gates were closed and he led me to the top where I was told to take cover. We all know how battles work so I’ll leave out the gruesome bits for Masho’s sake. 

 

After a few hours the remaining Uruks took off as the tremors grew harsher and we ended up falling back ourselves into this portal which led to what I was told to be The Fringe. Crowded little place it was,, filled with towns and people.
I’m sure the events leadin’ up to the destruction of Anthos are already written so I’ll leave out the **** that went on.

                   
                 

From a distance outside the door came a loud cacophony of men and dwarves alike. A particular discussion split off from the ensemble and began to make its way to the barracks.
The man closed the book, stood up, and tucked it away under his tabard as he faced the door. Two men leisurely walked inside, one bearing a large burlap sack swung over his shoulder. The other followed and wore a familiar casual smile on his face. The two men exchanged greetings to one another as they walked by.

The man once again stood outside in the frost biting cold that he was all too familiar with. He patted the lump under his tabard reassuring himself and turned for his own room within the barracks. After making himself comfortable in his own featherbed, the man once again opened the book back up, making sure to read as many entries as he could. He chuckled lightly when he came across a particular entry that he remembered all too clearly:

Damnit Eadgar.

The stories presented him with a taste of nostalgia; the rich accounts of  adventures they had once shared left a merry expression on him.

This joyful grin however quickly left him when he noticed an abrupt end to the journal. The following pages were deprived of any ink or markings causing the man to frown slightly. He began flipping through the blank pages one by one until eventually a page with writing that would have seemed to be written by a child resided.

1491, 12th of Sun’s Smile

My hands tremble and ache as I write this.
This illness will take me once it enters its final stages.

 

"For the glory of Aesterwald." as it is said.

 

During my lifetime I've witnessed nations rise and fall, leaders grow corrupt and fat, and leaders who lose the trust of those devoted to them. Men whom took up arms for their kings but lacked the morale to keep them for long. I’ve seen the toll politics has and can’t help but selfishly feel glad that I was left out of it. A figure for young men to look up to was all I needed to keep me satisfied. The title “ser” was one that I found an ambition for like many other young boys. I recall during my childhood when I only dreamed of harnessing a hand crafted blade made by the most skilled blacksmiths, suiting myself in the most intricate casing of armour that the land had to offer,  ferrum and aurum would radiate, and my steed be as white as ice.

 

These were the dreams of an ambitious child. Now at my birth year of fifty-seven I look back upon those days with great admiration. I accomplished my simple goal and although I lack a lustering white stallion and armour which could blind anyone within a mile, I still pat myself on the back and nod in approval of my achievements. The biggest being my devotion to God.

 

Once a Lucien, always a Lucien.

 

I serve a Creator who has  predestined for me to serve alongside my brothers. The very brothers that sheltered me when I had none, gave me a purpose in life when I had none, formed a home of steel on me when I had none, placed a title for me when I had none, and gave me the adventure of a lifetime when I had none.

To all of my friends and brothers in the Order of Saint Lucien,
Deus Magnus.

 

The book was closed suddenly when Eagle's Perch began to tremble and the aged knight busted in through the door, "They're here."

He'd make a good addition! I've been in a few events with him and enjoyed his ooc attitude during all of them. Other than that I will say that he's firm and just and will not hesitate to lay down the law which I honestly believe is something that is really needed in a GM.

+1

I've been a part of another community with a web layout that I absolutely adore. It may be useful and provide a little inspiration. If LOTC's web designer is interested in this then I highlty suggest he that he should pm me :)  

In regards to the prototype I will say that it is a different look which'll be appeasing for current members, but that seems to be its only purpose. I sense a rather placid vibe when gazing upon it and think that we could all really benefit from a complete revamp of the system.

think you're all this and you get to create a short application...

well you are so +1

An eager teenage boy walks up to the guild house and places his application papers inside:

Name:
Arlen Kharadeen

Age:

16

Race:
Human

Are you of the True Faith or converting?:
I am of the True Faith

Any past experience with fishing, whaling, or sailing?:
I'd like to consider my self an adequate fisher.

"This better not turn ot t'be loike t'Kharadeen's weddin'..." grumbles Ser Tomas Mallory

"Deus Magnus! Glory t'Aesterwald!"