Hirix

((Alright this is just getting ridiculous. I applied on July 2nd and waited patiently. Even sent an In-Character message on Page 16 with no response either. It is just getting really frustrating with no word on anything what so ever.))

Rorik sits peacefully beneath the shade of a large birch tree near the path from the outskirts of the Cloud temple. He has a stray parchment and quill out, thinking to himself of how this letter should go. Mumbling words under his beard, he begins to right out on the paper. When finished, he signs, then rolls up the parchment tightly before tying it with a piece of string. Rising to his feet, Rorik gently places the letter into his side pack and heads back to the Cloud Temple. The journey was short and not much seen from a few travelers, a guard or two, and even a small caravan with a heavy smell of apples. Finally arriving, Rorik looks for where the hawks are kept to send his message. Locating one, he pays the small fee, and the courier ties the letter to the foot of the hawk and sends it off to the target. A day passes before the letter reaches it's destination. The hawk approaches an open window, landing on the edge and lets out an audible squawk and awaits for someone to remove the letter. The letter reads: "Dear Order of the Clerics, First off, greetings and well met. I hope my word of joining your order has arrived upon your ears and you have not forgotten me. I have been sitting patiently among the Cloud Temple awaiting response, sometimes traveling to Mount Ire for supplies and peace, nothing like stone all around to make you feel safe. Not much has happened since you have last heard of me, did see a couple of Orcs play keep-away with Humans helmet. As entertaining it was, I did jump in to help but my short stature didn't help at all of course. They kept up their game for another ten minutes before they got bored. Anyways, I don't wish to bore you with the small details of happenings. I will still be around the Cloud Temple as mentioned. Send a bird with a reply and I hope to be hearing back from your order soon. Signed, Rorik, son of Yimel"

1)MC Name & RP Name: KkSoso - Rorik Blueheart 2)Chosen Patron: Ogradhad 3)Reason For Joining (do not have the reason be to become Ascended): As a young lad, so tiny an' wit' little beard, I ran into one o' our Priests. He was a nice Dwarf, hair greyed from both age an' wisdom, an' his robes clean an seeming t' give a glow o' radiance. He was even kind enough t' share both his bread an' his stories. He spoke much o' the history of the Dwarves: The Kings, Paragons, and Gods. One that he spoke most of was the God Ogradhad, he showed great respect for him and wished to grant all of his teachings upon anyone he can grant. The teaching was something simple, at first I didn' get it. But later as I grew older me self, my beard now full, I understand it. Never give up searching fer the light, never give up searching for knowledge, an' never give up on others. I want to join the order to find this knowledge I am lookin' fer, an' I know this is me best path t' take. 4)Race: Dwarf 5)Flaws in Your Character: He acts a bit unorthodox with most situations thrown at him. He usually acts with the thought of seeing 'what will happen if I do this?' This caused him to get into trouble a lot as a youth and even now fully bearded. 6) How long have you been on the server: September 2011 Scenario Questions-Answer how you would react to each situation. 7) You notice an Apprentice Shade harassing a lowly citizen. [shades Are Evil Mages] Rorik stands by watching the two, the shade continuing to taunt the poor victim. His feet begin to scuff at the grass next to the tree he was just enjoying an apple moments ago. Then a thought enters his mind, him giving off a grin partially hidden beneath his beard. "The apple." He mutters to himself, before reaching down, grasping the already dying apple core, the air turning the apple a pale brown and soft. He stares once more at the shade, who now went into gloating at his torment. Rorik throws his arm back, taking careful aim with the apple core. putting all his might forward, with the help of stepping off with his right foot, he sends the rotting core flying in hopes he hits the shade. To his dismay, the core was off by a bit and hitting the poor victim in the head, knocking her over and splattering what little apple juice in her hair and on her face. "Err.." He stumbles to think. "Guess the wind should be accounted fer then." The shade stops for a moment, confused about what just happen. He looks over towards Rorik then back at the sobbing victim and couldn't contain himself. He begins laughing uncontrollably before stumbling off so they couldn't take advantage of his invulnerable state from being breathless of laughter. Rorik walks over to the victim before saying "Sorry 'bout that, but least he won' be bothering ye now." He offers a hand to the lass in hopes of helping her up, but is only met with his hand being swatted away and a glare. She helps herself up and storms off, wishing to just head home and clean up. 8) You see a small child shivering in the snow. Rorik forces himself forward in the deep snow, the recent blizzard finally dying out to the point of him being able to continue his travels. His heavy brown furred cloak covered with a light layer of white snow, his hood in the same condition. His glance slowly moves to his right, then to his left, viewing the horizon, the trees, or anything to give him thought to keep himself entertained upon his travels. One thing did seem out of the ordinary, the small imprints within the snow leading away from the path. They seemed fresh since the snow has yet to cover them fully, and too big to be of a small animal. "Wonder what you would lead me to?" His says with his breath being shown to the cool air. He follows the small trail, cutting between the trees to reach what looked like to small figure lying in the snow and ice. Rushing over, Rorik slides on the frozen ground for a moment before crouching before what he can see is a young Human boy. He sakes him gently and notes the boy is still alive and shivering. His skin was already a pale blue, his finger tips even darker. Without need to think, Rorik removes both his hooded furred cloak and his gloves, covering the boy with them and putting his gloves over the frostbitten hands. Reaching down and gripping the boy's body, he pulls up, attempting to lift the boy. "Ogradhad, give me strength." He stumbles for a moment not losing his grip. "This lad is my size, at least we don' weight the same." His steps are slow at first, but begin to gain momentum as his desperation rises. "Now I believe there is a town up ahead o' the road." The snow has begun to pick up again, the winds becoming more frightening as it was a few days ago. "Blasted storm, couldn' ye just give me a break?!" He yells out to the heavens. "Come on, don' give up on me.." His arms begin to grow numb, his legs burning for rest as he fights against the blizzard, now roaring at full power. It wasn't for long before the strain was too much for him and he fell, his grip on the boy releasing. As the boy was heavily being covered by the snow, Rorik dragged his breathless body over to him and embracing it, making sure the cloak covered the boy fully. "Ye'll be alright... lad..." His eyes began to grow heavy as he soon feel into a sleep he thought he won't be waking up from. He dreamt of being near a warm fire, just lying near the glowing embers. It was bright, so very bright. "Ogradhad? Is that ye?" He squinted up at the light and upon opening his eyes fully, he found himself in a warm bed. He looked around wondering if he was dead or not. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a woman walking into his room, along with a young boy, the same Rorik just rescued. The mother thanked the light that Rorik was awake and doing well and explained everything. How he passed out and covered the boy just a few feet of their town. How one of the guards on patrol spotted them by sheer luck and dragged him and the boy back. How she is the mother and he was out earlier playing 'adventurer' in the woods when the sudden blizzard caught him off guard, the blinding snow getting him lost. And how thankful she is that Rorik saved her only son, granting him food and shelter anytime among her house. 9) You are walking down the road when a bandit stops you and threatens to kill you if you don't give him all your money and valuables. After leaving the town from before, giving the boy and his mother one final farewell, Rorik set to his next destination. He began to ponder on how he could of better the situation. How should he have acted carrying the boy and keeping them both warm? Would it even have been possible? These thoughts kept haunting him as he continued to try to rework out parallel possibilities. He was so deep in thought, he doesn't notice the shrouded man rushing up from behind. Without warning, the man pounces on Rorik, throwing him forward into the snow, before being violently turned around to only have a blade pressed against his throat. Rorik's face had an initial shock to it, eyes wide at the cool steel of the blade being pressed roughly against his throat. He attempted to calm himself at the sight, trying to rework his current problem in his head. He was once again so deep in thought, his sight still glued onto the blade, he didn't notice the man behind the blade, him shouting in a demanding voice. It took a few seconds longer, but the mans voice soon started to come more clear to Rorik's notice. The man demanded any money and valuables Rorik might have been carrying. He considered the demand, observing the man fully, taking note to his shaking sword arm, his eyes also wide. There was even signs the man might have been gritting his teeth behind his mask. These all perked Rorik's interest as he came up with something. "Guess ye jus' have t' kill me then lad. Fer I don' have anything but me clothes an' me beard." Rorik stated, his nerves now calm and still. The man staggered for a moment before desperately began to search the Dwarf, searching his clothing for any coins or rations. He was just about to give up until he finally found a bag of coins hidden near Rorik's right boot. The coins would easily give him a few nights at an Inn with a full meal at each of those days. The man now with full confidence staggered up to his feet quickly to rush off. "Why that beardless..." Rorik quickly rose to his feet, picking up a stone nearby, just out of his reach before. "Lets see, wind is coming from the right so..." He pulled his arm back before throwing it forward, sending the stone flying towards the bandit in hopes it would hit and not be another apple incident. His correction payed off as the rock hit the bandit dead on in the back of the head. Running over the the still body, Rorik checked to see if he was still breathing. Taking note of his breath showing through his mask caused him to released a large sigh before giving off an even bigger grin. "Ha, so it did work!" He reached down grabbing his coin bag before walking back onto the trail to continue on. 10) As you walk through the local market place a person begins to yell that Aeriel and the other patrons are weak and cruel and claims that joining Iblees is the only way to survive. Finally making it into a city, Rorik first makes his way to the market place, wanting to restock what supplies he may need ahead of time. He instead is met with loud yells coming from a single man standing on top of a bench so that he may look down at everyone, and they are looking up to him. At first, Rorik didn't even comprehend what nonsense the man was preaching about, and even soon turned to leave. That was until he heard "Iblees!" and "The Gods like Aeriel and Ogradhad have abandoned us! They are powerless to our cause!" This caused Rorik to freeze in his steps. His body twitched first as he heard those words, before turning and moving at a quick pace through the crowed to meet the man face to face. When his eyes laid upon this preacher he responded with, "An' how exactly would I join wit' the Iblees?" The man stopped in his words and grinned. "Ah, so you are not blinded like the rest who are plagued on this land." The man leaned down, his grin still wide through his own, but slightly unimpressive, beard. "Come closer brother so I may tell you the story." Rorik nodded and leaned closer. Just as the man was about to speak, Rorik reached up, grabbing the man by the beard and pulling down. It worked just as he planned, it caused enough unbalance, the man fell over towards the ground, splitting his chin open. "Ha! Ye have some nerve speaking of not only Iblees, but speaking ill of Ogradhad!" The man grabbed at his chin, blood showing between his fingers, glaring at Rorik. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it as a sudden rush of pain took over his jaw. He looked up at the crowed now giving the man distasteful looks, some even smirking and laughing. Rising to his feet, he rushed off, pushing the crowed aside in his path, still holding his bleeding chin. Rorik brushed his hands off together, feeling a bit dirty touching the man's beard. "Right then, now 'bout them supplies." 11) A person walks up and asks you, "Why does God allow suffering to continue?" With supplies bought, Rorik ties the leather pack to his back waist, making sure it is firmly fastened. "If that bandit had met wit' me earlier, I might have had more t' take." He hummed to himself as he began to walk off, ready to leave the city to his final destination, for now. Before he made it to the gates, a man stopped him, claiming he was the Dwarf that dealt with that Iblees preacher, and asking him why do the Gods allow for all this pain and suffering to continue. Rorik pondered the question for a moment and came to a fitting answer that he believed was right. "Now that is a good question lad. No one really knows why, and I would be lying if I said I knew why. But this is what I believe may be the reason," Rorik spread his arms to his sides, half way raised. "Think of it like a scale, if the Gods did everything t' help us, and grant every prayer, then we wouldn' know how t 'do anything fer ourselves. If the Gods never listened, then we would lose faith, and in that case, there wouldn't be any point in Gods. They already worked hard t' shape this world, it is up t' us to follow what guidance they grant us and use it fer the best." Rorik takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. "Why the Gods allow pain and suffering? Because, to prove to us we are still alive an' able to keep moving ferward. An' old friend once told me, 'Suffering is always met wit' peace.' I hope these words gave you an answer." The man smiled, obviously touched by the words and gave his farewell. After the man left, Rorik left through the gates, with a wide grin under his beard. "I jus' gave me first preach."

Out of Character Mc name: KkSoso Hours weekly: 14-20 Skills ( combat and anything else you find noteworthy): BlackSmithing, Mining, Axes In Character Name ,age and a small description of thyself: Name is Hirix Amberstill, age seventy-two. I am rather non-combative t' be 'onest, but I am still able t' wield an axe when needed. I prefer t' stick t' my craft, wit' me pick an' me 'ammer. I can provide a steady supply o' weapons an' armor. I can repair near broken tools back t' full durability. I can go underground an' clear the stone o' iron an' diamonds. T'is, I 'ave full confidence I can 'elp ye out wit'. Dost thee apply for the infantry, navy or rangers?: Infantry Previous combat experience if any, and skills with weapons: Not too much fer combat, but some tries wit' an axe in t'e past. Jus' not'ing t' write a story 'bout. Previous jobs and reasons for leaving: None really notable. Reasons for joining: I saw my notice replies to by yer response, an' noticed ye may be able t' accommodate me fer exchange of my craft. We both shall win wit' t'is deal.

To Charakas Personatus, Greetin's an' well met. I write t'is letter out t' ye in 'opes it foinds it's way. First off, my name is Hirix Amberstill, an' I come seekin' work and refuge. I am bot' skilled wit' pick an' 'ammer. I can foind ye iron an' diamonds wit' ease. I can craft ye tools an' armor an' repair t'em in koind. I jus' would like some shelter, a small room is more than enough. Perhaps a tool or two t' get started would be great as well. So, I 'ope we can come to an agreement, an' I can be both livin' an' workin' fer ye. -Hirix Amberstill.

Greetin's and well met. I am Hirix Amberstill an' I come lookin' fer a group t' settle down in. I am quite open an' friendly, so don' worry about me jus' being t' me self. I am a D'orf of 'ard work and conversation. My crafts t'at I am skilled at are moining, smithing, an' excavating. Get a tool in me 'and an' I will bring results, simple eh? So far I 'ave 'ad little luck with groups lately, I am 'fraid t' admit, jus' wasn't others I 'ave been lookin' fer. Either t'ey are not active mostly or there jus' isn't much t' do. I jus' 'ope I foind somet'ing.

Name: Hirix Amberstill Truename ((MCName)): KkSoso Race: Dwarf Origin: Kal'Urguan in Aegis, though it still gives me 'aunting memories. What do you wish to become a citizen of Malinor: Well, I would like to come 'ere an' settle down in a different change o' scenery. Wit' it, I may be able to learn a t'ing or two. I remember a lot in t'e past o' help from t'e Elves, though it was few. I am rat'er fascinated wit' the culture personally, so I come 'ere to witness it fer myself. Do you agree to adhere to the rules of Malinor: Aye, t'at I do. Skills: I am quite skilled wit' pick and 'ammer. I can work down in t'e mines and get ye yer diamonds, or work the forge an' anvil to repair an' create tools or armor. I even 'ave been takin' a peak interest in excavation, who knows what the soils 'ere might be 'olding! ((Mining 64, Blacksmithing 52, Excavation 17))

Greetin's an' well met. I am Hirix Amberstill. One may ask why a D'orf is wandering 'round yer city, an' why is 'e talkin' to ye. It's a simple answer at t'at: I seek a different change o' scenery. So what I am askin' fer is a possibility ta be allowed to live 'ere fer exchange o' me craft. I am quite skilled in minin' an' I can assure ye I can find ye plenty o' diamonds. I am also great wit' a 'ammer an' anvil, I should be able to repair yer tools to fine condition. I would jus' like to ask fer a few tools to perhaps get started if ye be so kind, some pickaxes, shovels, and an anvil. If ye can' provide t'ese, t'en I shall work fer ye. Plus bein' a D'orf, I don' need a lot o' space. So do we 'ave an agreement?

((Alright, that did help get me started, but now I have another problem. So far I have lost 3 inventory full of items, the majority being tools for mining, and what I mined out. All this due to constant monster attacks in the mines, so really should know how to best deal with this, I am kind of a non-combatant. Also need to know where the Dwarven shops are, need a new set of tools.))

((Ire? I found that.))

((So where do I go to get started, been wandering around looking for hours))

((MC Name: KkSoso)) ((How long have you been on the server?: Few months in the past, took a long break and just returned, not too sure when I did last play.)) ((Do you enjoy RP, if so, why?: Yes, absolutely love it. Just a great way to enjoy yourself and be someone you imagined.)) Your Name: Hirix Amberstill How skilled are you with the pick? ((60 Mining)) May not be the best wit' a pick, but certainly far from the worse. Have you mined in any other prominent mines? Have you been part of another mining guild or group?: Well, there was this one time I was aidin' in minin' out a large section fer a new minin' matrix underneath the a Dwarven city of the past. Not sure if it still even stands. My mind is fuzzy on it an' time isn't makin' it easy. Do you have any family in the guild who you can use as reference?: Ney, I don't. Do you intend to follow the guild rules and provide a reasonable amount of ore each week? Follow them an' give more ores than ye can even count, how's that sound? Other Information: ((As said, came back after a long absence, just thought this might be the best way to get back up))

This made me laugh so hard it brought tears to my eyes. Nice trolling.

Greetin's, I am Hirix Amberstill an' I'll be willin' ta take which ever job ye be needin' the most. I'm good wit' both pick an' axe.

Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: KkSoso -How old are you?: 20 -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: PST : United States -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: In minecraft I see myself as a great builder and a great gatherer. I am typically open and friendly to just about anyone, so long as they aren't overly obnoxious, a jerk, or all around being unfair with others. As said just now, I like things to be kept fair, each gets their own share evenly. I do enjoy to help others when I can, both in game and out. One thing about me that gets me in trouble is that I do tend to speak my mind, if I see something wrong, I call someone out on it. If I see something being done biased or unfairly, I make a comment. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Daily -How long have you played minecraft?: Since December -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know quite a bit. Before starting any roleplay in a new world or a new game, I try to study and get into the lore and find out what I would like to do and how to develop my character. My greatest roleplaying experience was in World of Warcraft and I excelled at that, knowing all the lore and doing well playing both a Troll and a Dwarf. -What do you expect this server will be like?: Very active and busy. A lot to be done, I like chatty servers and that is what I expect of this one. -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: My first minecraft server was called Alagon, it was a Roleplaying server and my first experience in minecraft roleplaying. It showed me how much you can do with minecraft and really create any story and world for you. I left because the owner was so unfair with abuse and even meta-gaming everything, so I left. Because of it, I made amazing friends I still talk to today and play a lot of minecraft with. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes -Name the 4 races on this server. Human, Dwarf, Elf, Orc -How did you hear about us?: One of my friends and through the forums -Did you vote?: Yes -What was your favourite Law?: No mindless spamming -What was your least favourite Law?: Using server skins as I make my own skins for the character's role -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Hirix In-Character: -Character Name: Hirix Amberstill -What is your Race?: Dwarf -Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Hirix -Biography: The Amberstills are strong as any other Dwarf, willing to take up pickaxe and blade when the time called for it. Even so their strength lied in one of the greatest craft among the Dwarves, making of fine ales. From birth, Hirix has been schooled in the delicate art, able to make ale coming close to rivaling the taste of the master brewers, but still falling short. As any Dwarf, he was also taught to take up pickaxe and blade, told by his father, after a memory. These words that still ring true in Hirix's head today: Young Hirix swung his stone axe through the air, the force coming right at his father from the high right. With ease, his father was able to parry the blow, striking Hirix in the side of his shin with the back of his diamond axe. Hirix kneeled, wreathing in pain, his lungs fighting for air. As he looked up at his father, him standing there, not even close to being out of breath. "Come on lad, ye aren't done yet. Now get on yer feet an' lets continue t'is." Said his father. Hirix's free hand off his axe tightened into a fist, gripping at the earth beneath him. He began to grit his teeth. "An' why should I? T'is all seems pointless to me, don' ye t'ink? Why should we be forced ta fight when were not'in' more than brewers? Why would we be forced into fightin' when it isn't our strength?" His father took a sigh, lowering his axe to the ground. "As always, ye 'ave a lot of questions, young lad. Ye are old enough ta know, an' old enough ta get yer hands dirty. Sure, we 'ave mastered the brew, an' maybe it should be left at that, but the world doesn't work like that. What do you think makes us strong as Dwarves, Hirix?" The question at first threw him off at first and Hirix was left speechless, trying to ponder an answer. When Hirix couldn't think of anything in time, his father responded. "Unity! We Dwarves work together. What makes us strong is that we can all fit any role to allow us to survive and continue to survive. We are allowed to live at peace where it counts, because of our strength. Everyone knowing mining 'elps out economy, while knowing 'ow to fight, keeps us alive." Hirix loosened up at this point from hearing this and his face turned to a grin. "Unity, I see..." His right hand firmly gripped the hilt of his axe as he quickly rose to his feet and charged at his father, who already had his weapon standing, ready to receive the blow. "Unity." Today, Hirix stands firm on this word, and trys to teach it to others as his father and many other dwarves follow on. When he is not perfecting his family trait, he can be seen working hard in the mines, or on the fields, practicing his combat, though he has yet to see true combat yet. With the future, war may destroy him, or he may destroy war. -Character Age: 62 -Character Appearance: His hair is fairly long, a dark red, and the back going past his shoulders and two braids in the front, one on each side of his face. His beard seeming to mimic the back. His eyes are a dull green. height stands average for most Dwarves. No other markings or wounds can be seen. -Character Personality: He is both honest and fair, and quite firm.Though he can be quite open, he is not afraid to show his temper if reason is given. -Your ambitions: To live on life fully prepared for anything, and to pass on balance -Can your character read or write?: Yes, though his writing is a bit sluggish out of the Dwarven language -Can your character mine?: Yes -Are you a capable builder? Yes -Can you wield a sword?: Yes -Enjoy Farming?: Yes -Does your character have any special skills?: Just his high charisma and endurance -A screenshot of your skin: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/600/hirixamberstill.png/ -Other Information: