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::OOC:: MC Name: omar1296 Did you ever have a character with magic?: No, I haven't Are you aware the rules of Magic: Yes, I am very aware of them. Skype: (You can PM this to us if you wish) omar.geier ::IC:: Name: Maenor Ederon Age: 147 Gender: Male Race: High Elf What would you like to learn?: Electromancy magic, and the Researcher Scholarship class. Which Class(es) are you enrolling for?: Mage and Scholarship classes.

Walks to the notice board, and reads both signs, interested.

Del'Krogar, with two other dwarves following him, dashes to the secret cult's tunnel exit, his pack dropping as he makes his way across a small, tight tunnel. A book tumbles out, and just as Del'Krogar squeezes through the opening, a group of people run after him, cursing. They grab one dwarf's legs, and starts dragging him out. As the dwarf reaches out for safety, he grabs the book, and the book is pulled along with him. The leader snatches the book, and the rest of the group slits the dwarf's throat, as he attempted to escape. He opens the cover, dust bellowing in the air, and he coughs a little. He forces himself to start reading, irritated by the dust. My life away from home. First day gone When I left home to get to school, I suddenly blacked out. There was a sharp pain on the back of my head. When I awoke, I had a headache, and I couldn't see anything. It seemed my head had a sack on it. My hands were tied behind my back, and I was roughly getting dragged somewhere. After a long day, the sack was removed, the ropes cut, and I was thrown in a cell. I lay there for a long time, in a pool of my blood. I had scratches all over, getting dragged along rocks and up stairs. I slowly sat up, and there were two other people with me. Older than me, it seemed, but not a whole lot bigger. They seemed to be dwarves, and looked like twins. I coughed up blood, and muttered, "All uv ye got captured as well?" They nodded, seeming to refuse to speak. "Why aren't ye speakin'?" I say loudly, a little startled. Simultaneously, they opened their mouths, and the tips were cut off. "A punishment?" I ask, and once again, they nod. I sit back against the cold stone wall of our cell, wondering how this ever happened. I slam my hands on the ground in frustration, then immediately recoil. My hand was blackened, and immediately I recognize it as coal. I start scooping out the coal, and shoving it in my pack. Luckily enough, I had my school notebook in there, and I started writing with the coal. I had nothing else to do, so I slept after a while. Second day gone I woke up, my body cramped up. The other two people here were wide awake, gobbling down some bread. He tossed some to me, and I caught it, and wolfed it down. Me as a dwarf hadn't gone for so long without food. glance out the holes on top of the door, and all that greets me is darkness. There is nothing to do here, and I was getting bored quick. I was about to take my stare away from out the door holes, when shouting comes. My door is opened and another person is tossed in. I ask him his name, and he responds: "Ogrhen." He asks for mine, and I say: "Del'Krogar." Ogrhen nods, and sits down, clearly tired. He closes his eyes, and begins to doze off. I decide it best to relax till tomorrow morning, and talk with Ogrhen more. Third day gone I wake up, my stomach growling. I'm starved, but no food arrives. Ogrhen wakes up near me, larger than all of us. He groans, and crawls over. He whispers, "Did ye 'ear tha door lock?" I shake my head, and walk over to the door, and try the knob. Amazingly it opens, and I shut it silently, asking the other two dwarves to get ready to leave. They nod, positioning themselves near the door. I look at Ogrhen questioningly, and he nods wearily. He lines up behind me, and I open the door, and we all tumble out. Ogrhen points to the right, and we keep on going. There is a small tunnel, and Ogrhen won't be able to fit through it, though me and the other dwarves can. He points at the tunnel, and tells me, "Ye go wiv out me. Me'll find some other place ta escape from, me'll jus' 'ide until me get me strength back. Me be terribly tired." I nod, and furiously scribble in this book. I shove it in my pack, then run to the tunnel.

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Adding color now :D

Minecraft name: omar1296 Forum name: omar1296 What do you think are the top five things, that are most important in an application and why? 1. The definition of Role-Playing, Meta-gaming, and Power-gaming. I think it is really important that the person applying has thorough and thought-out definitions of these concepts. It is a good way to find out if he/she will be a good Role-Player, or if they will Meta or Power-game. For example, if someone has absolutely no idea at all of what Power-Gaming is, that person will most likely power-game by accident. Meta-gaming is another important aspect. People should know they are not to use Out Of Character information while In Character. And finally, Role-Playing. It is really important that people know what Role-Playing is, so when people ask them something like: "Where are ye from?" that person will not go like: "I was just on another server, but it sux so im leaving it now. Wht about u?" 2. Their understanding of the server rules, and if they agree to them. This is also really important. If someone applies to the server without even knowing what rules they should follow, their fun could be ruined, and possibly the fun of others. That person should read, and reread the rules, just to make sure they understand the rules, and fully agree to them. 3. The Biography, and if it makes sense, and follows the Lore. This is another important aspect. The biography must make sense, and has to be well-written, with detailed events to describe the character's personality and background. I would be looking for a long, detailed bio, not a short paragraph. There shouldn't be TOO many mistakes, but I will let there be a few, as I know no one is perfect, and not everyone's first language is English. 4. The RP examples. With the RP examples, we can see the quality of the person's RPing. Although, this does not mean that they will be a good RPer while in the server, as they could've taken hours to write that, or it could've been mere minutes. 5. The Skin I think it is important that we see what skin the person is using, and if it goes with the biography. Also, the skin should be appropriate for the server. In my opinion, everything on the application is important, but I think the things I listed above or the most important.

TOWN CHARTER MC Name: Exodawn RP Name: Oghren Stone Born Town Name: Kal'sharock Why are you/your character starting this town? What role will it play? Ogrhen placed the coal for fuel, then rubbed his soot-ridden hands on his pants. It was hard and dirty work, but it had to be done. “Ye idiot! Don’ rest! Put th’ cobble!” his father yelled. “ ‘ow are ye s’posed ta become a good blacksmith if ye don’ know ‘ow ta smelt,” Ogrhen’s father sighed. “I was jus’ cleain’ me ‘ands, father,” replied Ogrhen through gritted teeth. “Yer just usin’ dat as an excuse! Now, back ta work! Ye got ta smoothen out th’ cobblestone fer me project.” So Ogrhen continued to cook the cobblestone. Finally, he was done for the day. His father said he had got enough stone for this certain project. So Ogrhen started to walk home. As Ogrhen was opening the door, he heard his name being called. “Ogrhen?” shouted someone. Ogrhen, clearly irritated, went around the house, where the voice seemed to be coming from. Ogrhen’s mother was in the backyard. There were lots of trees scattered around, and it looked like a mess. “Mother! Ye called?” Ogrhen asked, but then he saw the trees strewn around the backyard. “What ‘appened…” “Me need yer ‘elp, son,” said his mother, standing in the middle of the forest of trees. “Me be tryin’ ta figure out ‘ow we can make dem big trees, like dem elves. We can get a lot more wood from dat, den dese small trees.” Ogrhen frowned. “What would us dwarves need wood fer? Ah, me’ll jus’ ‘elp ye. Shouldn’t ye try surroundin’ th’ sapling wif stone, so it ‘as ta grow ‘igher dan usual” “Why would dat work…” his mother muttered under her breath. “All right! Me planted th’ sapling , ‘n’ surrounded it by stone. Let’s just wait fer it ta grow.” Ogrhen nodded, then went inside, finally able to rest. *** Ogrhen was leaving. Day after day, he had to work. His father made Ogrhen build for him, his mother wanted research on Elfish methods of growing trees, learning to fight with his father… It was all too much. What probably made him leave was his father shouting at him for dropping his sword, but it could have been him falling off a tree his mother grew. But Ogrhen left, and that was that. Ogrhen stumbled through the rain, only bringing his sword and axe. The cold droplets of water stung against his face. Ogrhen glanced to the left, and there was an opening in the land. But it was much too dark, and monsters infested the land. As much as Ogrhen resented the idea, it had to be done. Ogrhen stuck his sword in a tree multiple times, creating foot and hand holds. Wearily, he climbed to the top, and pulled a few leaves out. He had to be very careful, the leaves looked like they could hold his weight, but they would give in as soon as he touches them. Tired, Ogrhen plucked an apple from a branch, and munched on it. Then he rested his back against the bark of the tree and fell asleep. Ogrhen woke up, and rubbed his back. It was sore, and there were a few cuts from the bark pressing against his skin. Ogrhen had no idea where he was, and turned to stand up. Then he realized he was on a tree, and was already falling through the air, and landed with a heavy thump on the ground. Ogrhen groaned, then stood up, his feet threatening to give in. The monsters seemed to have gone, and it was the perfect place to settle in. Ogrhen took out his axe and chopped at the wood. A few splinters flew at him, but he grunted and did his best to ignore them. Ogrhen collected a generous amount of wood, and built himself a small cottage. It would have to do until he got some stone. So Ogrhen lay on the ground inside his home, happy to get rest without his parents bugging him with their jobs. Ogrhen sighed happily, and then cursed himself for not bringing a pickaxe. Ogrhen arranged the wood into a sort of table, then plopped it next to the door. *** Ogrhen finally got stone. Crafting the pick was not easy. His axe was much too big to make the curved points, and Ogrhen had to make it straight-tipped. So he dug up the dirt with his hands, and got to stone. Ogrhen happily mined away the stone, collecting a hefty amount. Panting, Ogrhen dropped the blunt pickaxe. Ogrhen pulled himself up, with as much cobblestone as he could carry, and left the rest in piles down in his mine. Ogrhen slept happily, and when he woke up, brought the rest of the cobblestone up. When his father made him build, Ogrhen learned slowly. So Ogrhen compiled all the methods he learnt and built a grand house. *** Ogrhen was outside, chopping down trees, when a person seeming to be a Dwarf walked up. He looked in bad shape, and clearly had no shelter. His clothes were torn, and his beard was filled with dirt. He was limping badly, and was as thin as a stick, which was unusual for a dwarf. Ogrhen ushered him to come inside, and gave him food. Ogrhen felt sorry, and promised to make the mysterious dwarf a home. “What is yer name?” asked Ogrhen, who was curious. “Me be DelGar’ad, who are ye?” replied the DelGar’ad. “Me name is Ogrhen, it’s a pleasure ta meet ye. No ‘un comes ‘round dese parts. Ye look ‘ungry, jus’ sit ‘ere, ‘n’ me’ll get ye some steak,” said Ogrhen, pleased to have a visitor. DelGar’ad graciously accepted, and sat down, relieved. Ogrhen came back a few minutes later, with steak, and some fruit. DelGar’ad wolfed the food down, and sadly said, “Well, me must go now, me ‘ave ta find a place ta live.” “Wait! Me can make ye an ‘ome ‘ere, fer free,” exclaimed Ogrhen. DelGar’ad, overjoyed, agreed instantly. The next day, DelGar’ad’s house was ready, and it looked as beautiful as a diamond. DelGar’ad rushed in, and the house was furnished. He placed his belongings in a chest, and stretched, then jumped on his bed, and fell asleep. *** They lived in peace for years, and then they both got a crazy yet amazing idea. DelGar’ad and Ogrhen decided to make their living area into a town. They set to work immediately, and they called their town Kal’Sharock. People stayed in their inn, some people had houses made, and it was successful. Even though Ogrhen shamed his father by leaving him, Ogrhen knew that his father would be proud of this town. What type of political system is enforced in this town? Is this town under the reign of any other nation at this time? We hope to be accepted as a town under the dwarven kingdom. There will be a jarlship for every race as a spokes person. There will be a council with the jarl his thane and captain of the gaurd and the spokespersons of every race every month. (sub races not incuded) The rules of the dwarven kingdom will be handled. people who are not loyal to the jarl and to the king of the dwarf will be exiled. What sort of behavior will residents exhibit? (Race relations, nation relations, etc.) The town will become a trading community and a place where tired travaler can rest their bones. the main idea is to create a community who would live happly next to each other. fights between them will not be tolerated. There could be friendly fights, perhaps in an arena, and we could add inns where people can relax and have a drink. There will be no insulting another race. Where would you prefer the town’s region be, and how large? Including a screenshot of the land would be nice (of game or map). We would like to be a part of the dwarven kingdom, and be located in this region. the basic idea of the town would be around 85 by 90 or so. maybe a bit more for the farm land or a private mine for our residents to work in. and maybe a place on the water to make a ship yard. Here's are some screenshots: , , , , , Any other details (architecture, races, culture, etc): All races are welcome; human, dwarf, orc and elf. We have buildings of different types to suit the needs of people in each different race. mostly nordic architecture, but all types of building will be tolarated, the only things is that they must have a nordic look of them. there will be no tempel to any god how ever if the inhabitant wish for a temple the must make a request to talk to the council. If this happens, no one will make fun of each other's religion. Players who have agreed to sign this charter (15 name minimum): Exodawn Omar1296 Benjamingale Chachapanda

Just recommending, dont want this to happen again :P

Maybe to avoid this happening a GM should be King of every city, if people can become King like that whats to stop them from doing that on purpose. Im not saying Thorik did it on purpose, but to avoid people doing it on purpose.

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I be a guard! ((ign is omar1296, ic is DelGar'ad))