Coaster

I've asked like 5 gms, none of them know what to do

I wasn't muted, any help on this?

 

 

Am I actualyl muted though

I can't do anything but shout. 

When I try and talk or emote or whisper, I get this.

http://gyazo.com/986fa8133b6665dd4ddf93d0d5fe9589

I've tried doing /rp, /leave shout, everything suggested but I keep getting the same message. I guess I could RP a really annoying dude that's tone deaf but that'll get old real quick.

hlp pls :(

EDIT: I can talk in OOC and send messages tho

Augustus sits in his chambers as the war drums sound. He only hopes Ser Drelik - who leads the household in his absence makes the right decision. 

Augustus Blackmont sits idle in his bed at the imperial palace, confined to a large chamber - his Blackmont guards standing sentry outside the door; paralleled by the men of the Dragon Guard.

Upon seeing the proposal, Augustus immediately sends off a letter from his bed, bearing his sigil and pledging the support of his household.

Augustus lies in his sick bed as a copy of the notice is brought to him by a man at arms. He takes a brief look, eyeing the signature and letting out a short - pained - snort of laughter.

"Burn this. It's nothing important."

Having the letter taken from him, Augustus allows himself to drift back into sleep, helped by the easing chuckles. 

A note is once again posted, covering the last notice.

To any and all men seeking employment, House Blackmont is again hiring fighting men - plan accordingly. 

((The above three are all denied))

b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

Main Account Name: Coastercam0
Alternate Account Name: ComradeHazard
How old are you?: 18
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yea
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: This.

Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:

Role-playing: Assuming the role of a fictional character and essentially becoming that character, taking into account their personality and the environment.
Meta-gaming: Using OOC info IC
Power-emoting: Emoting in a way that disallows emoting from another player and does not take into consideration their potential reactions. 

In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:

Full Name: Tiberius Blackmont
Current Age: 3
Race: Human
Sub-race (if any): N/A
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

Tiberius is namesake of the brother of Augustus Blackmont, killed in his rebellion against the Emperor Godfrey during the Crimson Rebellion. Born as a result of the marriage alliance between House Blackmont and House Chivay, Tiberius' parents Augustus Blackmont and Lorin Chivay have no love for one another - and all they hold in common is their attention to their son. Augustus has great hopes and dreams for Tiberius, but only because of his desire to continue the legacy he first created. His mother however, showers him with love and affection, despite the father. 

As the heir to House Blackmont and a lordship in Oren, Tiberius has much and more to accomplish and prepare for, none so helped by the complete lack of a father figure in his life. This only serves to intensify a strange idolization of his father however, because of the lack of contact and absence of knowledge of what his father is reviled and hated for. Nothing but a child, he understands little of the world around him, and spends almost all of his time with his mother and her family. Since birth, he has shown a tendency for bipolarity and aggression towards others , although it has not risen to a point in which it would hamper his development and growth.

Ambitions for the Future: N/A

Personality: Inquisitive, Aggressive tendencies, willful. 

Skills: N/A

Appearance: 

Any other details you wish to share about your character: N/A

The flames roared high, screams petulant throughout the field of battle. All around were corpses, arrows flying past, the stench of blood. Augustus Blackmont and his men were arrayed in a line, a score of them, looking on as the battle roared. His men kept their formation, and stayed in reserve, as the soldiers of the Order of the White Rose fought with ferocity against their Elfish foes. The scene was horrible to behold, blood and gore splattering the once pristine farms of the Kingdom of Malinor. All at once, a great roar was heard, the Elves had retreated back behind their walls - the reserves were being called up. 

((Credits to Jade for above))

Augustus looked behind him, his men grim and lusty for slaughter. Yet he ordered a slow advance, planning to keep to a certain arrangement he had made earlier. With a sword raised, he led his soldiers towards the Elf walls, until all at once with a shout of "Blackmont!" the standard bearer Han charged. Augustus was powerless to stop the rest of his men from following suit, and all but his two bodyguards rushed into the slaughter. Bloody Fools. With a terrifying and booming voice, he began to relay orders.

"Form up! Form up! Return to the li-" the shout was interrupted by an arrow. Then another. Then another. The Lord of Blackmont fell onto the ground, shaking, face first.

He awoke to the sight of battle moments later, propped up against a ruined wall - his men trying desperately to shield him from oncoming arrows.He could feel nothing at all. He looked down to see two arrows protruding from his chest, another in his elbow. The blood drew freely and plentifully, soaking his garments. He sensed an overwhelming feel of dread at the thought of dying. My son, I must live for my son. With that thought, he faded back into unconsciousness, with death all around him. 

A day later, the Lord of Blackmont wastes away in his home of the Dreadfort, recovering for a few hours then burning up moments later. For such a simple battle, such an easy victory - the cost had been astoundingly high. What little vitality he had left to him is surely gone, his very survival uncertain. Only time can tell what will become of Augustus Blackmont, and the consequences should he pass.

((looooooool zezimus))

Neither spot has been given away officially yet, feel free to continue pm'ing.  

Letters are sent to the Greater and Noble Houses of Oren, as well to the various Kingdoms and Nations of Anthos bearing the sigil of the Flayed man.

With the Declaration of war unto the Princedom of Malinor by House Chivay of the Westerlands of the Holy Oren Empire, the Lord of House Blackmont of the Dreadfort - akin to the same Empire, hereby upholds his holy marriage alliance by - likewise, declaring open warfare with the aforementioned Princedom of Malinor. Formal hostilies will be withheld for one elven week, to allow any time for negotiation. Should any elf commit any acts of hostility towards the men of Blackmont in this time, it will be considered outright that the Princedom has in turn declared war, and any attempts at peace talks halted. This declaration is made with no representation of any other Household in the Empire, save the direct vassals of Blackmont who are obliged to follow, and has no relation to the will of the Emperor. The Lord Blackmont wishes to make known his intention, to make his goal any objective set upon by House Chivay in this conflict, and promises the use of any means, unorthodox or immoral to accomplish such.

As the House Chivay has not yet called Blackmont into their assistance, but received this support on the will of the Lord Blackmont alone, independent concessions can be made with this great Household by the Princedom of Malinor for the mission and purpose of peace and prosperity. 

So sent is this letter for the information of the various people on Anthos, so as to make safe as many lives as possible, and make as many aware as deemed necessary.

To the Princedom of Malinor a letter almost identical to the others is sent, albeit with a few additions.

To whomever now holds Malinor as High Prince,

The news of the strife within your own nation is troubling, and threatens to upend the balance of power that has been maintained on Anthos thus far. As such, it is with generosity and a desire for peace that Lord Augustus Blackmont invites any dignitaries to him, so as to possibly avert conflict. Failure to do so will be seen as an acceptance of the road to war, and result in a refusal to accept any other diplomats until called upon by the House Blackmont directly.  

The letters are all signed,

By the hand of Ser John Woods the Lefthand

By the will of Lord Augustus Blackmont

Augustus Blackmont scoffs upon hearing the news of the match. "A King marrying a Count's daughter? Petty fool of a Hightower".

((Just realized I'm coaching lacrosse tomorrow, pushing time up to 5:30 EST in order to accommodate for others also. A lil late for you europeans but eh))

((It's fine if you're latE))

*Posted all over the walls of the Blackmont camp in Oren are multiple flyers, along with one or two on the notice board of the Capital City.*

To all men-at-arms, knights, and servants of the Dreadfort and House Blackmont. A tournament is on the horizon!  To celebrate his recent marriage to Lady Lorin Chivay of House Chivay, your liege Lord has seen fit to hold a competition in which there will be prizes and fighting to be had. This event will be held at the arena in the Oren Capital ((Friday 5:30 EST)). Any are welcome to attend, but only Blackmont men may participate!

Events:

Unblooded Brawl: Let the new men of the Dreadfort show their worth to their brothers in arms! Those who hold the rank of unblooded are to fight in a full fledged free for all with their fists. The prizes are as follows:

2nd Place: The man who falls last to the winner receives:
-A promotion to man-at-arms (including all the benefits)
-100 mina

1st Place: The last man standing recieves:
-A promption to man-at-arms (including all the benefits)
-200 mina

Team Fight: Two teams will face off (size of teams will depend on attendance) in a fight to the last team standing. The prizes are as follows:

1st Place: Each member of the team that bests the other receives:
- 5 Iron ingots

Battle Royale: Every man of Blackmont for himself! In a bracket established at the day of the tournament, members will fight one on one as the number of competitors grows progressively smaller. The prizes are as follows:

2nd Place: The man who loses to the winner in the final round receives:
-A new suit of iron armor
-300 mina

1st Place: The man who bests every opponent to the end receives:
- The Title: “Champion of the Dreadfort”
- A new suit of iron armor
- 500 mina
- 10 ingots of gold

Ceremonies:

Along with any unblooded that may be promoted, it is the wish of Lord Blackmont two men be selected from the ranks and be raised to the position of Sergeant, so that he may better run the Household. They will be promoted if present in sight of all those men in attendance.

Name: Augustus 
Surname/House: Blackmont
Age: I really don't know
Gender: Male
Race: Not sure
Citizen Ship Class (A or B):
 
Physical Description
Height: Not sure
Weight: Not sure
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Grey originally brown
Skin Color/Shade: regular
Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: no
 
Personal Information
Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): none
Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): none 
Profession/Occupation: Lord of the Empire
 
Oath(s) of Loyalty
 
For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):
 
"I, Augustus Blackmont, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

 
CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)):
 
"I,[], hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."
 

*A notice is placed over the various recruitment flyers in different cities*

Owing to lack of space and a surplus of new recruits, House Blackmont is no longer recruiting until further notice. 

((This does not apply to those of you who have recently inquired about joining, just those who may apply after this is posted))

Given your tendency to take things personally, general temper, and history, I don't think it's in the server's best interests to have you as a forum moderator. Sorry, just my opinion.

((oh crap walking dead lol can we make this earlier))

((Updated with both equipment and pay. For those of you that sent an application and have had it ignored, it is because you failed to read the full post))

MC Name:coastercam0

RP Name:Timberlake

Race:Human

Age:17

Gender: Male

Biography:Timberlake was born in the wilds of Asulon but came to Anthos with everyone else, he is kind and smart and loves to swim.

Walking past the notice board with his guards, Augustus Blackmont stopped and approached the average posting. He read it with a bare minimum amount of attention but felt strangely drawn to the cause. Whistling for ink and paper, he had a response written, which was posted in response to the original request.

"To Miss Myoni Hartsdottir,

Per your request for economic support, it is in the interest of the Lord Augustus Blackmont of the Dreadfort to donate a shipment of  [thirty-two] iron ingots, to be used at your discretion to fund the library. It will be sent to you as soon as possible. He hopes that this resource will be put to good use for the advancement literature in the Empire."