Coaster

I must have one :3

Fraps is totally worth it.

Fraps is 37 US dollars, with this, you can take screenshots and record videos for as long as you want, with many options in regards to format and customization. You buy a license rather then an .exe so it doesn't matter if you switch computers. With the free version, you can only record for 30 seconds at a time, and a watermark will be on all video footage you take, screenshots are not limited.

Machinima partnerships is equivalent to slavery. :3

((YES YES YES YES YYES YES YES YES YES)) ((YES))

*shrug* I'm labeled as a bad villain and a bad roleplayer but I'll see what I can do if I return.

I'll probably be back when (if) I get my villain application back. Even then, I have to rebuild the entire group from scratch :3

Because then you get flamed.

Chapter 2 Uploaded.

I'll miss ma bud.

((To be expected :P Bandits are weak sauce compared to high class villains :D))

-Reserved-

((Please do not use any of this information In Character, I just wrote this because I'm bored)) "Boring...boring....boooorinnggg....". Prince watched with an utter lack of enthusiasm, his mind far off from the viewing area he was sitting in. He peered over into the arena, where two elves were fighting to the death, both exhausted and moments from collapse. Barely giving the struggle a second glance, he scanned the floor he was on, carefully examining each of his friends, all of which were excitedly jumping up and down, passing bundles of mina to one another. He licked his dry lips, his full attention of his compatriots and allies rather then the nights entertainment. His eyes settled on Crow, a white haired man (elf? Prince had yet to inquire or even care enough to check) who's loyalty was unquestionable. Prince absentmindedly called over the slave, Almora, shaking his cup at her, while his eyes remain fixed on Crow. "Hrm....", he mumbled to himself, as he tried to figure out what was bothering him so intensely. Crow, leaning against a pillar looked to be as bored as Prince, not paying the least bit attention to the fight below. Lately Crow had seemed disconnected, the night before outright refusing Prince's order to help tear off a girls arms. Prince shook the thought of betrayal away, like all the other men in the group; Crow knew the consequences of having morals or second thoughts, and more importantly, what happened if he were to speak out about it. Prince turned, suddenly becoming aware of Almora pouring his drink. He waved her away, and looked back to where Crow had been standing, noticing that he had gone. "Crow is away in the human lands." he reminded himself, the realization dawning on him that he had been staring at empty air. Feeling sick and tired, he stood up, nodding at his men as he walked down to his quarters. Prince looked about his room, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, began untying his blood red bandanna. He slumped into his bed, looking up at the ceiling while scratching at the stubble on his face. His fingers tenderly glided over the surgery scars below his chin. Feeling restless, he promptly stood up, pacing rapidly. He walked over to his work desk, documents and plans spread all over them. He stared at them for what seemed an eternity, thoroughly reading every detail he had written down. Suddenly, he angrily swept his arm across the table, scattering his work all over the stone floor. "What is it for?", he asked no one in particular. "Fame. Power. Fortune." Prince bolted up, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked around, seeing nobody, only too aware that the voice had come from inside his head. Feeling helpless, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" There was no answer to satisfy him this time. Frustrated, furious, unbelievably irritated he stormed over to the map of Asulon over his doorway, the blood of the previous owner still staining much of the elven lands. "Fame....Power....", he mumbled to himself, his eyes dilated, his brow sweating prodigiously. He looked up at the map and began laughing, a maniacal laugh that echoed through the empty halls. With a sudden movement, he pulled out his diamond blade, and thrust at the map with such force that it penetrated deep into the wall. Prince waddled out, heading towards the arena, ready to make an announcement. The sword embedded into the map still shaking, pierced into the location on the map that indicated the Cloud Temple. Chapter 2: The birds sang beautifully, the trees in chorus, their branches fighting the light breeze. Prince walked about the courtyard of the mountain fortress he called home, nodding at the various bandits he saw along the walls and conversing. He looked around, taking in the glory that was mother nature, soaking in the warm sun, his arms outstretched. He stayed in that position for a few seconds, before opening his eyes and moving on. The tavern was empty, as was its balcony. Prince took the opportunity to rush upstairs and lay upon the wooden chairs, and look out over the wall into the nearby lake. He shifted around uncomfortably; the heavy armor he bore making it especially hard to lie down. "Bugger", he thought to himself as he prepared to take off the armor. He began unstrapping the buckles to his boots, planning to remove the whole set he was wearing. As he did this, four of his men casually walked upstairs into the tavern and sat at the table next to him, offering a mumbled greeting. Scowling, Prince redid the buckles he had undone and stood up, his hand on his hilt, his eyes on his lackeys. The four men stared back at him; Prince opened his mouth to say something, but thinking better of it, proceeded downstairs silently. As he stepped out of the tavern, Prince noticed something at the corner of his eye. A burst of yellow and red color had sprung out of the ground their stems intertwining with one another and fighting for room to grow. Prince smiled as he walked over to the flowers, a slight skip in his step. Bending over, he examined each one carefully, until he noticed a shadow looming over him. "Ello bo-" the greeting was cut off, the man suddenly regretting walking over as the sword hovered over his unprotected neck. Prince tilted his head, and recognized the man as 'Crash'. "Ye stupid facking idiot Crash, I almost killed ye...", Prince retorted. "Well er, gud te see ye too boss", came the reply. Prince sighed and sheathed his sword, turning his attention back to the flowers while motioning for Crash to come closer. "Roses; are a strange thing Crash. They invite ye in with their looks, promising friendship and safety; But then they cut ye with their thorns, when ye least expect it" ,Prince said. He continued, "Nevertheless, people still crave da things te show affection to their loved ones, lots'o hours and mina are spent looking for da perfect ones". Prince tilted his head at Crash, wondering to see if he understood the analogy. Crash gave him a confused look in return. Prince sighed, and gave Crash a pat on the back, motioning for him to continue walking with him. The duo climbed up on the high walls of the fortress, resting on the battlements. The forest that lay outside the wall was breathtaking, a light fog hiding the trees. The fog fought itself, like waves of a troublesome ocean, the layers of the mist covering itself. "We live in a beautiful world, Cra-", Prince stopped, the sentence would never be finished thanks to the rain of arrows that flew out of the woods in front of them. Instinctively, Prince ducked immediately when he heard the sound, one oaken arrow protruding out of his shoulder. "Crash! Get da fack down!" he yelled. Crash was slumped over the wall, and Prince angrily pulled him off, the heavy body falling with a 'thud' onto the ground. Prince cursed at the sight of four arrows penetrated into his friend. "BOYS! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" he screamed. The whole camp burst into motion, two bandits running up beside him with bows, stepping on Crash's corpse occasionally as they shot blindly into the forest. A bandit threw Prince a bow and some arrows, which he took. He took deep breaths, in...out....in...out. Suddenly reinvigorated, Prince stood up, shooting rapidly at the attackers, ignoring the arrow embedded into his shoulder. "Come at me ye bloodeh cowards!" he cried viciously. Seeing one of the assailants moving from one tree to another, he stretched out over the wall, trying to get an angle from which he could shoot the man. "THWAK!" THWAK!", Prince fell up and over the wall, his heavy armor and body weight making a deep imprint into the ground below. Prince looked up slightly, seeing three arrows littering his chest. Feeling weak, he allowed his head to rest on the ground, turning slightly with the momentum. He could feel blood soaking the clothes under his armor, his mind sinking away. As he looked on blankly, his head turned to face the forest, something came into focus. His eyes were heavy and extremely disoriented, but the object he saw was clear to him. A rose, standing resolute, unaware of the battle raging around it. Prince grunted and crawled towards it, pain racking his body every inch he drew closer. Finally, he reached the flower, its beauty was stunning, no pedal out of place. "Perfect....just perfect..." he whispered to himself. He grabbed at the flower, not even acknowledging the prickly feeling he was met with. Using his last bit of strength, he pulled the flower out of the ground and lay on his back, hands gripping the thorny stem of the rose.He allowed his hands an its cargo to rest on his wound riddled chest, and looked up at the sky. He could feel himself slipping away; The birds were still singing, men were shouting, but the trees had stopped their song of branches. There was no wind and the sky was perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight. Prince smiled slightly and let forth a great sigh, his hand falling to the side of his body, the rose embedded into the fabric of the glove with its sharp thorns.

((The poster left LoTC, so this topic is pretty much pointless now)

*Prince walks by the notice board, noticing the strange ink. He reads the note carefully.* "Non o' dat." *Pulls out a piece of paper and writes furiously on it, using his knife to plant it into the notice board.* I sincerely hope dat yer joking. Ye know dat we know who ye are, not even friends are safe from our decree.

((Think of it as the Teutonic order, but with bandits)

TACTICAL BANDITS, INBOUND. Nice stowie

*Prince looks up as one of his men enters his office.* "Powells dead, boss." Prince shoos him away with his hand, and takes out a pipe he had been saving. He calmly lights it, inhaling deeply and blows out a puff of smoke, smiling ever so slightly.

What's this supposed to mean?

You see a boldly printed newspaper note hammered to your local notice board. The Bandit Wars are Over! Negotiations have been reached between between the bandit leaders Wrath and Prince last week in Alras, putting an end to the terrible war that was being for the title of "Bandit King". The two have decided to ally themselves, just one day after a large battle with one another s forces, a most peculiar turn of events! However! Do not put down your guard yet, good people! The threat of a bandit force has only doubled! Now banded together, the combined forces of the man Prince and Wrath number dozens of cruel, evil men! Be wary on the roads, and keep your families close! Word has it that the newly sprouting towns of Andromeda are their first target!

((The bandit war is now over))

All battles are recorded and posted on the main war thread by me.

Draw, between Wraths Keepers and The Hallowed Bandits

Battle 3 a draw, video uploading.)

Scratch that, being disputed.