Dakirennis

Going to be taking a break from the story for a little bit, not sure when I'll get back to it. I've been stressed out lately and getting major writers block. It'll definitely be coming back but as for when I'm not sure. I may even start something new just to get away from this story for a bit and just let more ideas for it build up.

Those lips. Those eyes. That perfect smile.

10/10

Another one I thought was really good #Mission224

Thanks a lot. New chapter should be up in a few days if wanted to read more.

Sounds awesome. I hope I come across a copy in my travels lol.

Would you have a problem with me finding a copy of this book In Character? It's very good and I try to bring the good LotC novela's over when possible to my library's.

Well it's a Warcraft story but if that's not an issue then by all means you're more than welcome to. Just write the author as Dak'ir Dra'ker.

Also chapter 4 will be in a few days or so. Just need to message someone about some things.

mc name: Dakirennis

Race: Mali'ker

Character age: 66

Physical description: Dak'ir is 6'6" tall, with dark grey skin and dark red eyes. He has a slender build, neck length black hair. and always has a bit of a scowled look in his eyes. He wears winter appropriate clothing, black woolen clothes and boots along with a long black fur cloak and a silver fur trim. He carries a bow on his back and a bastard sword on his side.

Skin: http://i.imgur.com/ckiCESV.png?1

And any other refrences you can link me. http://i.imgur.com/eUTo2eI.jpg (face/mask wise) his clothes and cloak are pretty much the night's watch uniform from GoT (http://i.imgur.com/PmsgtfS.jpg).

Your art is absolutely amazing!

((MC Name:)) Dakirennis
((Timezone:)) MST

Full Name, inlcuding Alias: Dak'ir

Age: 66

Race & Subrace: Elf  Mali'ker

Proficiencies: Hunter/other odd jobs, can fight if need be (pretty good with a bow).

Criminal Convictions, if any: None

What are you applying for? A Passport? Citizenship?: Citizenship

Reasons for Applying for Citizenship/Passport: I'd like to make a home here.

Race: Dark elf

Age: 66 (looks like he's in his 20s)

Gender: Male

Description: About 6,4 with neck length black hair and red eyes. He is hooded and masked (kind of like Kakashi). His clothes are similar to the rangers in Game of Thrones with a long black fur cloak and a grey fur trim and a sword sheathed at his side. (http://imgur.com/ckiCESV this is the skin if it helps)

Pose: Standing front face with a bow half drawn. Kind of like this http://imgur.com/dT6WuMC

Colour: Yes please.

I really hope I`m not asking for too much. Your work is amazing man keep it up!

Out-Of-Character Information

The simplest section of the application! Simply answer these questions so we can get to know you a bit better.

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: -  Dakirennis
How old are you?: -  20
What time-zone do you live in?: -  NST (Islander time)


Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: -  I have, but not for a while now. It was a fantasy roleplay server hosted by a friend of mine.
Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: - No big name ones, just a small one a few years ago.
Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): - I have http://www.lordofthe.../?hl=dakirennis I think a year is a good wait period between apps.


How did you hear about us?: - An old friend who used to play on this server. Not sure if he still does. (KkSoso)
What do you think the server will be like? - I hope it'll be a great community with friendly people who can roleplay well.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - I have nad I do.
What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - I like the not having to permenantly kill a character when you die rule. I'm kind of accident prone at times. But I also like the idea of actually being able to bring a character back from the dead if they are perma killed. Searching for some elixer or spell to bring someone back can make great rp.


Definitions

This is simply so that we can get an understanding of how much you know about roleplaying. Feel free to Google the answers, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not another website / person's!

What is roleplaying?: - Roleplaying is creating a character and giving him/her a history and a personality. Then creating a world and a story and interacting with other peoples characters in that world.

What’s metagaming?: - Meta-gaming is learning outside knowledge then allowing your character to know this without the character having any actual way of learning it.

What’s powergaming?: - Power Emoting is basically God Emoting. It's acting without giving the other person a chance to react to your action.

In-Character Information

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

What’s your character called?: -  Dakirennis Ave'nox.

What race are they (and sub-race)?: -  Elf/Dark Elf.

What sex are they?: -  Male

How old are they?: -  66

Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family (Include server lore when writing): - ((I hope me using my old app is okay))
Dakirennis' family were roamers, he was born and grew up on the road, just outside Normandor as a matter of fact. With his Dark Elven father Amarthelon and Wood Elven mother Liethla. They traveled from town to town with a small caravan selling pelts, meats, and herbs they gathered as they went. They would even stop along the way to help people, such as they day they helped a group of halflings fix a wheel on their cart, or the day they fed and guided some hunters who had gotten lost. "You don't need a reason to help people" is what his mother would always tell him. While on their way to Solace his mother passed away, after being bitten by a snake while gathering some medicinal herbs. Soon after her funeral his father fell into a deep depression which led to his alcohol addiction. As Dakirennis grew older he adapted to his father's new livelihood, the money he and his father made went to alcohol and any debts his father owed to other taverns. Dakirennis would usually spend the nights watching his father to make sure he wouldn't start any trouble, but usually he'd spend the night watching his father chat up the women. He'd usually take part in his fathers womanizing, up until the late hours of the night with them before retreating to their individual rooms. In the mornings he and his father would leave town early with their cart and wait for the rest of the caravan outside of town, usually to avoid their women from the night before, or to skip out on their tabs. This went on for a few years, but after so long the caravan got tired of it and so did Dakirennis. His father on the other hand thought he was living the high life. The caravan left them on their own after their cart's wheel "mysteriously" broke off. Before too long his father was almost constantly drunk and could barely hold his horses reins. Stopping in their usual inns became dangerous because of his father debt and tendency to start fights. He'd make Dakirennis go into town to buy him ale, sometimes he'd refuse, if so his father would wait until Dakirennis was asleep then sneak into town himself. He'd usually find him the next day in a gutter or behind the tavern passed out, but sometimes bloodied and knocked out. Dakirennis eventually took to wearing a new attire to make himself more intimidating so he could better protect his father from the people he owed and with the money he didn't give to his father to pay for his addiction he bought himself a sword. A sword that he had to use at times, as much as he didn't want to. He taught himself how to use it and when the time came he'd usually keep the sheath on to avoid doing serious damage. But even still it was too hard to take care of him, so he decided it was time to part ways with his father. While in Branborough, Dakirennis sold their cart, horse, and almost everything they had in one night. He found his father passed out under a tree near the inn. Dakirennis placed the profit of his nights work in his father pocket, as well as a letter to tell him why he was leaving and that he wished the best for him.
    Now, years later and in a new land, Dakirennis has become a wanderer, never staying in town for long unless he has a reason to. Though he tends to enjoy the company of other elves, tending to stay longer in elven villages because of his little contact with them from growing up in mainly human kingdoms. He has become somewhat of a less alcoholic version of his father, and normally keeps to himself. The speak when spoken to type, but tends to womanize from time to time. Now he just seeks to roam and meet new people as he travels the world.

What are they like (personality)?: - Dakirennis is the quiet type at first, eyes always alert, but mellows out around friends. He goes out of his way to help others, never expecting payment but welcomes it nonetheless. He enjoys working after doing odd jobs for so long. Such as mining, lumber, or guard work. While some harbor racism Dakirennis tends to look at the person instead of the race, feeling if you should judge then only judge one instead of all. Overall he is a hard working, loyal wanderer that wants to see the world and meet new people.

What are their ambitions?: -  His ambitions are simply to live and enjoy life, and to help his friends.

Do they have any special skills?: - Special? Not really, he's mostly an average elf. More a master of hiding than a master of combat after years avoiding debt collectors. He was never taught by a master swordsman, or learned his marksmanship from a ranger general.

What are their weaknesses?: -  Dakirennis is afraid of deep water. Stream, rivers and small lakes are fine. But deep lakes and oceans he won't cross without being in a large stable boat. He also has trouble reading. After growing up in a caravan learning survival more than schooling, he only has a basic grasp on words. Being able to read things like: "inn, tavern, or shop" and other simple words, large words are a challenge for him. But he strives to learn. And he's a sucker for good food since he doesn't get it often.

Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - His skin is a dark violet, with blood red eyes, and jet black hair that falls to his lower neck.  Because of his past with his father, protecting him from debt collectors and his bar fight combatants he wears black woolen clothes and a black fur cape with a grey fur trim and a mask to cover the lower half of his face. He also hides it because of the shame that he bears resemblance to his father.

Anything else you want to say about them?: - He likes ducks.



Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: - http://imgur.com/ckiCESV

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: Dakirennis

How old are you?: I am eighteen.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: NST, Canada.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? I'd like to think so. I've been speaking it and writing it all my life, so I'd hope so.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm eighteen years old and living in Newfoundland, Canda. I enjoy anime, screamo music, and spending quite a bit of my free time playing minecraft or reading. I work at a restaurant as a dishwasher/prep chef.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Depending on my shifts, 6-8 hours at least.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is creating a character and giving him/her a history and a personality. Then creating a world and a story and interacting with other peoples characters in that world.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've been involved in a minecraft rp group for over a year now. Before that I roleplayed for a couple years in WoW and Guild Wars.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is learning outside knowledge then allowing your character to know this without the character having any actual way of learning it.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: Power Emoting is basically God Emoting. It's acting without giving the other person a chance to react to your action.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I'd expect it to be a really good rp server. From what I've heard from my friends I can't wait to get in on it.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played on a couple of rp servers but were all subject to decay after a couple of weeks. I left my old favorite rp server after the admin got a bit power hungry, which eventually led to the downfall of the server. Since then I've gone through a couple of survival servers such as Blackreaver and Co-op one of which is nearly dead, the latter is. But I still play on the Stronghold 2 server as well as the Don't Drop the Soap prison server.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have and I do.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I promise.

How did you hear about us?: I heard from a friend of mine who plays on here, KkSoso (Hirix).

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: No, this is my first attempt.

In-Character:

Character Name: Dakirennis_Ave'nox

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) : Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Dark elf.

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

[biography]

Dakirennis' family were roamers, he was born in Shadowvale but grew up on the road with his Dark Elven father Amarthelon and Wood Elven mother Liethla. They traveled from town to town with a small caravan selling pelts, meats, and herbs they gathered as they went. They would even stop along the way to help people, such as they day they helped a group of halflings fix a wheel on their cart, or the day they fed and guided some hunters who had gotten lost. "You don't need a reason to help people" is what his mother would always tell him. While on their way to Solace his mother passed away, after being bitten by a snake while gathering some berries. Soon after her funeral his father fell into a deep depression which led to his alcohol addiction. As Dakirennis grew older he adapted to his father's new livelihood, the money he and his father made went to alcohol and any debts his father owed to other taverns. Dakirennis would usually spend the nights watching his father to make sure he wouldn't start any trouble, but usually he'd spend the night watching his father chat up the women. He'd usually take part in his fathers womanizing, up until the late hours of the night with them before retreating to their individual rooms. In the mornings he and his father would leave town early with their cart and wait for the rest of the caravan outside of town, usually to avoid their women from the night before, or to skip out on their tabs. This went on for a few years, but after so long Dakirennis got tired of it. His father on the other hand thought he was living the high life, before too long his father was almost constantly drunk and could barely hold his horses reins. Stopping in their usual inns became dangerous because of his father debt and tendancy to start fights. He'd make Dakirennis go into town to buy him ale, sometimes he'd refuse, if so his father would wait until Dakirennis was asleep then sneak into town himself. He'd usually find him the next day in a gutter or behind the tavern passed out, but sometimes bloodied and knocked out. Dakirennis eventually took to wearing a new attire to make himself more intimidating so he could better protect his father from the people he owed money to. He wore black woolen clothes and a black fur cape with a grey fur trim, and with the money he didn't give to his father to pay for his addiction he bought himself a sword. A sword that he had to use at times, as much as he didn't want to. He taught himself how to use it and when the time came he'd usually keep the sheath on to avoid doing serious damage. But even still it was too hard to take care of him, so he decided it was time to part ways with his father. While in Branborough with the caravan, Dakirennis sold their cart, horse, and almost everything they had in one night. He found his father passed out under a tree near the inn. Dakirennis placed the profit of his nights work in his father pocket, as well as a letter to tell him why he was leaving and that he wished the best for him.

Now, a couple years later Dakirennis has become a wanderer, never staying in town for long unless he has a reason to. Though he tends to enjoy the company of other elves, tending to stay longer in elven villages because of his little contact with them from growing up in mainly human kingdoms. He has become somewhat of a less alcoholic version of his father with his dark purple skin, blood red eyes, and jet black hair that falls to his lower neck. He normally keeps to himself, the speak when spoken to type, but tends to womanize from time to time. Because of his past with his father, protecting him from debt collectors and his bar fight comatants he now wears a mask to cover the lower half of his face. He also hides it because of his resembalance to his father. New he just seeks to roam and meet new people as he travels the world.

What are your Character's ambitions?: His ambitions are simply to live and enjoy life, and to help his friends.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Sword.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Swordsmanship and hunting.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ):

Other Information about your Character: All in all Dakirennis is a speak when spoken to kind of person. He enjoys travel and helping others.

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

Eyes narrowing in disgust, Dakirennis shouts "Hey!" The two men turn their attention from the halfling to stare him down. "Get out of here Elf", the human practically spat the word. "We don't have time for you." He turned to stare down at the halfling again. Dakirennis bared his teeth in anger "Leave the halfling be, or else!" This caught their attention. The human turned again. "Oh, is that so? And what are you going to do about it?" Dakirennis grabed his swords hilt and un clasped the sheeth from his belt, raising the sheethed sword and standing in a readied pose. "Ha, look at this fool!" Said one of the bandits, "I bet hes afraid he might cut himself", geered the other. Wasting no time Dakirennis charged, the first bandit raised his axe and brought it down quickly as he came within range. Dakirennis raised his sword, blocking the clumsy swing, the other bandit came from the side with his sword drawn. As he prepared to swing Dakirennis raised his foot and kicked hard, striking the man square in the stomach. He fell to the ground. "One down" Dakirennis thought, he didn't waste time as he readied himself for the next strike. "Bastard!" shouted the axe weilding bandit, he swung wildly over and over for Dakirennis' head. Dakirennis walked backwards dodging the strikes sidestep after sidestep, he grinned as he dodged he almost felt like laughing at the clumsy swings. Frustruated the bandit swung towards Dakirennis' mid section, he wasn't expecting this, the back of the axe struck his ribs and he yelled in pain and clutched his side. He'd need to find a healer after this. The bandit smiled and halted his attack, exaustion was begining to get the best of him. "Just leave elf" he huffed. "Nobody has to die, just walk away. You don't even know this guy." Dakirennis took his hand from his side. "Huh, nothing broken, that's pretty lucky" removing the sword from it's sheeth he said "I don't need a reason to help people" he charged again, the bandit was taken aback but readied his axe again. With the axe raised high like an excutioner and waited until Dakirennis was in range, as he came close the bandit brought the axe down with everything he had. Quickly Dakirennis jumped to the side, narowly dodging the axe the embeded itself in the ground. He rounded on the bandit and swung his sword, cutting the axe's handle in half. The bandit fell backwards and looked up at Dakirennis in horror. "Don't kill me, please!" Dakirennis gave the bandit a grim stare and stalked towards him, he backed away as best he could until his back came to a tree. He sat there and looked up at the Dark Elf. "Please, we wont do it again" the bandit was in tears. "Lean forward" came Dakirennis' voice cold as ice. "Face your death like a man", the bandit obeyed, on his hands and knees he sobbed to himself. Dakirennis swung hard and struck the back of the mans head and a limp body slumpped to the ground. "Wasn't that a bit harsh? What about the other bandit?" The voice came from the halfling. He stared at Dakirennis, not sure if he'd been saved or just been taken by someone worse. Dakirennis turned around and looked at the small person. He laughed as he raised his hand, revealing the handle of the axe he'd cut off earlier. "I thought a proper scare was in order, they'll wake up in a couple hours. Are you alright?" The halfling was amazed, he looked himself over and brushed off some dirt, "I think everythings in order, I'm Terry, Terry Buckberry" he held out his hand to the Dark Elf. He shakes the Halflings hand, "Dakirennis, Dakirennis Ave'nox. Where are you headed?" Terry picks up his walking staff and knapsack, "The docks, I was going to the elven city of Malinor, I've always wanted to see Normandor." Dakirennis mused to himself for a moment. "The elven city eh? Home?" He looked back at the bandits, still out cold. "Well would you like some company to the city? It seems your other friends there are a bit tired" he said laughing as he strapped his sword to his side again. "Your company is very welcome Dark Elf" Terry laughed "I guess I owe you an ale, I hear they have quite the bar inside that tree. Fine food too." Dakirennis started walking "You had me at "ale" friend, let's go" Terry's laughing got harder "ah, I like you Elf, thanks a lot for the help." Dakirennis waved him off "Bah! Don't mention it" He cocked his head and said in a taunting voice "I'm sure you'd have done the same for me." Terry was in stitches now. "Let's head to the docks friend." "Elven city eh? Maybe I don't have to wander for much longer." Dakirennis smiled at the thought.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

Nodding, Dakirennis looks to his hand at the coin purse that the dwarves had given him for helping protect their caravan. Might as well find something nice for myself. After all, I wasnt expecting anymore payment than them feeding me. He silently looked over the stand, it had various clothing. From simple wares, to dress, to light armors "See anything you like mate?" He came out from behind the stand and looked at Dakirennis' clothing, picking up his robe off the ground slightly and making a face, "How can you wear such armor, dark furs, and leather on such a beautiful day?" Dakirennis scoweled "I like my clothes" he said as he took his cloak from the merchants hands. He didn't really notice the heat, he'd been wearing the same clothes for so long now that he'd gotten used to being warm all the time. The merchant chuckled "Well I'm sorry if I offended, maybe clothes aren't what you're looking for, perhaps something else then?" He walked into the small tent behind his stand "Come in, come in!" Dakirennis followed him inside, there wasnt much to look at, it appeared the merchant lived here. A small cot lined one wall, while two chests lined the other walls. He went to the one opposite the cot and opened it, it contained a hoard of miscellaneous goods. He removed a small box. "Perhaps a ring or a pendandt? I'm sure someone like you has plenty of ladies that need pampering." Dakirennis chuckled as he waved the compliment off. "Well I don't have anyone special, but some of these look pretty interesting for myself." He eyed one pendant in particular, a black iron chain torque. Hanging from it were two wolves that appeared to be battling, both on their hind legs, their front paws high and connecting, their faces were snarling. And between their bodies was a blood red crystal, almost resembling a wolves eye. The merchant walked beside Dakirennis and stared at the torque along with him. "Ah a nice choice mate, would you like to purchace it?" He was already reaching to take the torque from the box. Dak mulled it over for a moment, "I don't think so, something this nice might drag attention to me. The last thing I'd want is to be some cutthroat's target." The man frowned slightly. "Perhaps a blade? You look like the dagger type" he said as he gestured towards his clothes again. Dakirennis rolled his eyes, not for the fact that the marchant thought he was some kind of assassin. But because it was true, he did like his daggers. The man walked back to the chest and grabbed two blades, both looked to be in hard shape but Dakirennis decided to inspect them anyway. Picking up the first blade he noticed it's quality, is was dull and battered, the handle was even coming apart. The second blade wasn't even a dagger, it was a fish knife, and a rather dull one at that. Dakirennis held in a sigh, not wanting to sound rude. "I'm sorry I just don't think there is anything I need." The man sighed and stooped his head, he walked to his cot on the other side of the tent "I'm never going to make any money at this rate." Dakirennis turned to him and tilted his head slightly. "Why's that?" He gestured around the room. "You have plenty of wares, I'm sure you must get buisness." The merchant put his hand on his face and ran his hands upwards through his hair, "I've had these clothes and junk for months! I've barely eaten anything since I opened my shop." He fell backwards onto his cot and sighed deeply "You can leave if you'd like" he laughed in a grim manner "I know there isn't anything here worth while." Dakirennis began to make for the door, he felt bad for the man, but what could he do? As he made for the tent flap he seen the jewelry box on the floor with the wolf pendant. "How much for the torque?" The man shot up from his cot like he was bitten by a snake. "What? I thought it wasn't worth the grief?" Dakirennis shrugged. "People don't tend to bother me" he lifted his cloak. "Comes with the clothes." The merchant stared at him black faced before bursting into laughter. "Very well mate! Does twenty five mina sound good?" Reaching for his coin purse he thought it felt heavy I'm sure theres plenty here to afford my room and food at an inn for a couple days. "How about 35? I've taken quite the shine to it" he said as he slipped the chain over his head and handed the money to the man. "I can't thank you enough, really. This is going to help me so much mate!" He Dak's hand a dozen times before letting hime leave. Dakirennis smiled and nodded before leaving the tent. After he walked down the street and got out of sight of the stall he took the torque out from under his tunic and eyed it again. "Well I'm not sure if it's fake or not, but it's pretty none the less", he turned around and looked in the direction of the stall "I'm also not sure if I'm a sucker or if mom's good nature just gets the best of me." He put the torque back in his tunic. "Well, I wonder if Balegrum and his men are still in the inn. I think I need a drink and to get this trinket examined by dwarven eyes." Dakirennis looked around at the other stalls for a little longer. Shamefully he found himself buying a nice dagger, before returning to his inn to reunite with the dwarves.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

A smirk crosses Dakirennis' face as he looks in the chest. "Quite the find", he examined the sword closely and noticed it was quite old, and had been well used. He heard a noise behind him and turned quickly, drawing his sword with his free hand and clutching the golden one tightly, raising them as readied himself for an attack. A young human boy quickly hid behind the door. "Please don't hurt me!" His eyes widened in surprise, the boy was filthy, his clothes were ragged and torn, and it looked like he hadn't eaten in days. He lowered the swords and sheathed his own. "Don't worry, I wont hurt you." He said as he laid the sword against the chest. The boy slowly came out. "You're not a bandit?" He looked down at himself, he didn't think about it really, his clothing and mask usually give people the wrong impression. He was used to it by now, it's why he wore them after all. "No, you don't need to be scared", reaching into his pouch he pulled out some dried meat and held it out to the child. He looked at it, then back to him, the boy approached and took the meat very cautiously. "Where are your parents boy?" he said as he kneeled down to get to the boys level. The boy sucked in a sob. "I don't have any, that sword was my fathers actually." He wiped a tear from his cheek and looked back up to meet the elf's eyes. Dakirennis sighed, it was really a shame to see something like this, a boy all alone, fending for himself, "What about the iron bars?" The boy's head shot downwards instantly. "...Well" his voice trailed off and he bagan to fiddle with the dried meat in his hands. Dakirennis smiled as put his hand on the boy's head and ruffled his hair until he looked back up "You stole it didn't you?" "I thought it was food!" The child yelled defencivly. Dakirennis laughed, "didn't you think it was a bit heavy for food?" The boy's face turned red in embarrassment. "Well it's too late for that now, come on", he stood up and went to the chest to take the iron bars and handed the sword to the boy. He took the sword, barely able to carry it. "Where are we going?" He looked up at Dakirennis with curious eyes. "I'm going to bring you with me to the Could Temple, I'm sure the monks can take care of you. We'll sell the iron bars and get you a decent meal and a well nights sleep at an inn along the way. How does that sound?" The boy's eyes widened, but in excitement this time, "Let's go" Dakirennis said as he walked towards the door and out of the shack. The boy followed him outside. "So what's your name mister?" He looked down and smiled "My name is Dakirennis, and you?" "My names Edward." "Well I'm glad we met Edward", he ruffled his hair again. He reached out his hand and Edward clasped it tightly "I don't know why you helped me, but thank you", Edward said as he looked up to Dakirennis. He looked down at Edward "You don't need a reason to help people Edward, just remember that." And with that they set off for the Cloud Temple.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

Pulling his mask down from his face he smiles and returns the greeting. "Hello, I'm sorry to beg but..." his voice trails off as the sound of his stomach rumbles loudly. The dwarf who greeted him laughs heartily. "Of couse lad! Come right over here!" He seats him on a fallen log next to the camp fire where a pot of stew was boiling. Dakirennis drooled slightly, it had been a few days since he had a decent meal. The dwarf grabed a bowl from his pack and handed it to Dakirennis. "Thank you, again I'm sorry to-" The dwarf laughed loudly again as he filled the bowl with what looked like rabbit stew. "Lad, if we were hard up for food don't you think we'd have sent ye off?" "I suppose that's true" he replied laughing slightly "My name is Dakirennis by the way". He extended his hand to the dwarf. The dwarf shook his hand and sat beside him "Balegrum, Balegrum Stormstout at ye service", he sat along side Dakirennis on the log. "My boys and I are off to New Alras to sell some tools and metals we've made", he looked around the camp as Balegrum spoke, the caravan consisted of about twenty dwarves, most of them wearing robes or just common clothing but a couple were clad in heavy iron armor and carrying warhammers. After swallowing a mouthfull of stew he asked, "So why are you so heavily armed for a trading run?" Balegrum sighed. "Apparently some of the villages have been having bandit issues as of late. To be honest I thought you were one at first", he nodded to his clothing. Dakirennis looked down and laughed "Yeah I get that a lot. And I've heard of these bandit attacks, a village I passed through recently narowly avoided being destroyed by them. In fact, just about a week ago when I left the Cloud Temple a halfling was being harrased by a pair of them." Balegrum sighed again as he stroked his beard. "Aye, the trading life isn't and easy one these days." He nodded towards the armored guards. "Those men aren't fighters, just cousins of mine who know how to swing a pick." Dakirennis finished his stew and put the bowl down. "Well I'm heading in the direction of Alras, perhaps I could help protect your caravan." He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword as he said this. "I know my way around a sword." The dwarf looked up at him. "Well lad I couldn't ask ye to do something like that for us, besides we wouldnt be able to pay ye till after we finish selling some of our goods-", Dakirennis held his hand up and smiled. "No need, just keep making some of this stew and consider me paid." Balegrum laughed loudly once again and smacked Dakirennis on the back. "Deal!" They stood up and shook hands once more, then prepared for their journey.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

Hopping out of the tree he spent the night in, Dakirennis awoke to a racket. He streched and rubbed his eyes "I wonder what all the commotion is about." He walked towards the well in the center of town where a large group of people gathered and looked to be discussing something serious. One of the men turned around and pointed to Dakirennis, one of them shouted. "Are you here to make more demands!?" He stopped in his tracks and looked behind him, unsure if they ment someone else. "Me?" He asked pointing to himself, he wasn't sure if he was about to have a fight on his hands as some of the vilagers drew crude weapons. "Yes, you! We already told you that we can't pay your demands, I thought you said you were going to come burn our village!" Dakirennis was completely confused, "I have no idea what you mean, I just came to see what was going on. I've been here since last night." Some of the men spoke among themselves and some made some grunts of acknowledgment, probably having recognized him from the tavern from the night before. The one who shouted at him earlier gestured for Dakirennis to approach the group, some kept their weapons drawn and eyed him suspiciously. "My names Tom, sorry for yelling at you. We're all a bit on edge. You know if you keep dressing like that and you'll get yourself killed some day elf." He laid his axe against the well that the men we're gathered at. A couple we're actually armored, albeit old and in need of repair, but armor none the less. Dakirennis gave sighed as he laughed lightly, "If I had a mina for everytime I've heard that one. So what's the problem? Bandits I assume?" Tom ran his hands through his hair as he looked at a map that was laid on the edge of the well. "Aye, and a good few of them too." It was a map was of the town and was detailed with the specific buildings and the nearby forests. "We're offering a reward to anyone willing to help with the battle thats coming" Dakirennis turned around. " That inn looked pretty cozy. I had to sleep in a tree last night. Feed me and give me a room for a couple nights if the inn is still standing and you've got my help. Not as though he wouldn't have helped anyway, but it can't hurt to get something out of it. After staring at the map for a moment while the people discussed their plans Dak pointed to the map to what appeared to be caves. "What's this supposed to be?" Tom examined the map, "Those are the old mines, this town used to mine coal. That's why the bandits are here. They think we still have money from the old days." Examining the map further Dakirennis noticed that the mines weren't far from town and judging by some of the things drawn on the map it seemed that the bandits would be attacking from the opposite side of the town. Dak spoke up again. "What's the plan for the women and children?" These people needed help and he wanted to be informed. Tom ran his hands through his hair again, this seemed to be his quirk when he was stressed. "As of now we're going to hide them in the church basement. It's not the safest but it is in the middle of town and the tombs down there run deep, we wont have to worry about the church collapsing on top of them if they burn it down." Dakirennis rubbed his chin as he thought, with his face still covered by the mask no one seen him frown at this plan. It was too dangerous. The bandits could be expecting something like this, or planning to raid the tombs for anything of value. "We should hide them in the old mines. It's much safer and they'll be able to see the town from there. So if the worse should happen they can see the town from where they are in the hills. Then get a headstart on making their way to the next town for safety." The humans spoke amongst each other at this new idea. It was risky, any number of things could go wrong. "Hes right. The town is the last place they should be", it was Tom who spoke up to back Dakirennis' idea. This seemed to be enough to convince the others, slowly they nodded to each other and grunted in agreement. Dakirennis smiled an invisble smile. "Well with that settled we should start thinking about a strategy", he leaned over the map and began pointing out areas and discussing ways to defend them and who should go where. What came next would be one of the most bloody night Dakirennis had ever seen. Almost everyone was hurt, several were severly injured, and two dead. But what they took they dealt back to the bandits three fold. They out numbered the bandits and would swarm them when the opportunity arose. By the end of the night what few bandits that could still run were too busy dragging their injured frineds from the horde of villagers. With that, the bandits weren't seen harrasing the village again. Dakirennis made a habbit of visiting the village over the next few months to make sure everything was going well. And because of his help, he always had a place to stay.

Anything else you would like to say?: Took me about two months to do this app (I'm very easily distraced.) Hopefully this gets accepted, I might not be back for a little while if it doesn't.