racingbrother

The hagged old man smacks his lips together, half reading the charter. He allows some saliva to dribble down his gullet and drip onto the charter "Oi, aye, Druid land. Wot a novel an' grand ol' idear."

He jots his name down, "The Wiling Druid"

Callax's is half superdude and half superdruid. Make him MAT. 10/10

Dover takes the flier, smearing dirt across it, signifying his signature. "Aye yes, a fine signature this is. I am ever so pleased to be an official sheep shagger!"

MC-Name: racingbrother

RP-Name: Arum Druid Dover

Skype: racingbrother

Profession: Professional Sheep Shagger

Have you teamspeak?: No

Time-zone: PST

Do you agree to our PK Agreement stated below?: Yes

Where's Dalek when you need him? I say we practice protest when applications are released; mass Cakeman application spree

This was helpful, I didn't read the lore

To be completely fair, I love the majority of your builds.

 

I think some more houses/buildings would help with the process.

 

Also, the ruins you have don't appear to be ruins, rather a fort in the dessert that's been well kept. One or two more of those might help.

 

'EY! Just a suggestion!

 

No +1 yet. I want to see a lot more.

I'd agree with this. Perhaps a larger structural build would be a good indicator of your abilities in that area, and perhaps a bit more detail than what is currently in your structural builds. But on the area of your fantasy builds, they're spectacular. It's rare to see a builder with so much versatility in that aspect, and for that I'd give you a +1

Really chill guy. For as long as I've known him, he's been one of the hardest workers I've known on the server, both on the media team and within the Druids. Alongside that, he's always been one of the more creative ones that at least the druids have gotten in the passed year. I doubt that he would be any kind of disappointment to the team. Best of luck to you Gi! +1
 

 

Character Name: Mumble Willowbottom

Minecraft Username: ryanheff74

Timezone: EST

Usual Playing Times: At Night Or Mid-Day

 

Hey, I want to be a druid and I waited at the grove for an arch druid to be on-line after there was one he asked me a riddle and I answered it correctly, then he asked me a question about my past but then he had to go and told me that I should watch for an arch druid or a guide but one hasn't been on at the same time as me, what should I do?

 

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Alastor after much searching and asking around,

finds the approximate area in which The Druids are said dwell.

Unfortunately, despite the sign stating the presence of Druids,

there is not a Druid to be found.

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Character Name: -- Alastor Acreland

Minecraft Username: -- ACanadianCraft

Timezone: --- EST

Usual Playing Times: -- 2pm-6pm / 12am-3am

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Character Name: -- Elidyr

Minecraft Username: -- TannerStark21

Timezone: --- GMT+2

Usual Playing Times: -- 11:00-22:00 (I don't play this time, I may play from 11:00 to 14:00 etc. I'm not online on weekends)

 

Hey guys, sorry about the late response  , we've experienced a drought in RP in 3.75 due to OOC priorities lately. Come 4.0 and the starting up of the school year, expect things to get back onto a normal RP track. When you guys log on, feel free to add me, racingbrother, to your buddylist, and I'll be quick to give you guys an interview if you still have interest! Alternatively, you can also go ahead and add any of the arch druids, guide druids, and even hierophants if you need an interview/help! Thanks for your guys' patience, we hope to see you all soon!

  A Call to Compromise

  While I was raised, a wise man once taught me a lesson that has guided me through many wearisome tragedies that have so misfortunately plagued the land of my peoples. The wise man told me, there are but two people who roam this land we call home; those who are ignorant, and those who are not. The distinction between these two people lies within how they solve their conflicts - with a blindly forlorn yes or no, or with the enlightened concept of a compromise.

   In recent years, the Mali, not of Mali'aheral bloodlines, have shown that they choose to be the man who is ignorant. They time and time again choose a wrought disunity over any chance of an Elven utopia where our people may once again flourish, and death shall escape us once more. Continually, a brash self identification and need for autonomy on the part of the escapists Elves, myself being included, have indicted a failure of integration into a greater Elven nation. I call to you, Council of the Splinter, Druids of the forest, and all misbegotten Elves who roam, to hide your self pride. To put away your need for an anatomical measuring contest between those of Haelun'or. You are at fault for our failures as a people.

   In recent years, the Mali, not escapist Mali blood, but of the Mali'aheral bloodlines, have shown that they choose to be the man who is ignorant. Time and time again, they have chosen the hand that carries the sword, rather than the hand that shakes. Too quickly is the judgement to attack those who do not see with you as so you'd wish. No offer of peace has been made as of the time being. Not one meeting has been pushed by your leaders who so longingly wish for the escapists to integrate into your society. Instead, you choose to label them as rebels and heretics who deserve nay shy but death. You are at fault for the failures of our peple

   Though our conflicts have been a long withstanding scar on the face of Elfkind, they have begun to culminate in the passed few days. Four innocent druid lie dead in the Grove of peace. A refuge to those who wish to lay down arms has been degraded to a slaughterhouse where innocent cattle become the subject of mortal indecency. This savage behavior is despicable and unacceptable, and if peoples continue to espouse their ideas as they do at the time being, more shall lay dead and this entire land will become a slaughterhouse. Brothers and sisters will lay dead beside one another over a conflict that could easily have been avoided. 

   Brothers who wish to remain self autonomous, I speak to you knowing the struggle that lays before you now. It is a struggle that my people have dealt with since the times in Aegis. We have experienced it in Salvus, Normandor, Leumalin, and a many countless other times. Sorrowfully, each ends with a devastating destruction that leaves many dead from your societies, so many dead, that the opposing side has become victorious in their vicious acts against your peoples.

   Brothers who wish to integrate our free peoples, I speak to you knowing that even if a war is carried out against these brothers who live separate from you, they will never be thoroughly defeated. They will always linger, and they shall always be a thorn in your big toe. Preaching ideals against your society and gathering sympathy from nations who are infavorable to your peoples as it already stands. Look into the passed for such indication - the Mali'ker who suffered intolerable treatment from the White Rose never disappeared, the Druids who have escaped many lands have never disappeared, denounced families in Oren follow similar patterns, as do Clans within the mounts of the Urguan and the deserts of Krug.

 With a sword in hand, peace cannot be resolved.

   But through communication and compliance on both sides, perhaps peace can be found. It is obvious that the Mali'aheral wish for a united Elven populace and it is obvious that freelancing peoples simply cannot survive with the strong spine of Mali'aheral influence. If the escapist Elves would put down their egotistical selfish ways and the Mali'aheral would create terms and dissolve laws that make life so unappealing in their nation, then perhaps a novel concept, one that has been achieved not in the past can become a reality. Perhaps you can open the door leading to a peaceful revolution, not on the peoples of Haelun'or, but upon Elven history! 

   I will you, my brothers and sisters, my peoples who seek after a glorious Elven society, stick your swords not in the hearts of your own kind, but within their sheathes! Use your tongue not to belittle your kin of blood, but to speak a bright future! Open your arms, open your minds, do not be ignorant!

~The Arum Druid

(( IC'ly this would be a pamphlet circulating Elven land ))

The Grove of the Thales was bore nay more than a year looking to the past. It's trees' trunks yet but twigs that scavenge the sun's grace and the soil's succulence to achieve greatness, remarkability, and reverence. As their developing roots dig the ground beneath them, their searches are returned with the bitter taste of blood. 

"Four have fallen. Our peoples, our culture, our philosophy teaches nonviolence. Peacefulness is as deeply routed in our history as are the roots of our mother trees." The Arum Druid squats to the ground beneath him, clutches a handful of the Grove's soil, and spits into it. "Accursed is this damned land, riddled with the stink of bodies not yet cold, smelling with the same stench that can be tasted from a skunk's spray." He throws the soil against the Druidic notice board, the veins of his forehead protruding with utter rage.

"The Aspects shall not tolerate this behavior. Justice must be founded for our four brothers and sisters who have been murdered in cold blood by rushing rage and ignorance."

A second note is pinned below the first...

"As a dedicant of these times, I have quite a bit of knowledge upon the going-ons of the Elandriel - Menocress areas of the Emerald Peninsula.

-The Wilting Druid"

Photos of Lenfarthing if you ever need them for anything! May you short folk be prosperous!

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/89120-the-rolling-hills-of-lenfarthing/

Druidic takeover +1

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God Bless 'Murica2

The Arum Druid seats himself in his desk, sparking a match, then drawing it to the wick of a candle. He unfolds a parchment of paper he found floating about the streets of Kal'Akron. His eyes glaze over the paper, agreeing with every word that lies within the letter. He sits back in his chair, lazily sprawling his legs underneath the desk and pressing his back to the chair. He raises his fingertip to his lips and begins to mutter...

"A single druid grows a tree on the outer bounds of the Elven city and before I know it, my ancient way of life and the whole Mali race erupts in chaos... what has my world come to?"

He pinches out the tiny flame and his whole room grows dark and his whole room grows cold.

Atop the Canopy

~*~A Review on the Mali Situation~*~        

   This tale is simply about four birds who lived alongside one another and built up a great home, but ultimately burnt it down with the evil tendrils of greed. To me, I have always found birds to be an interesting animal within this great landscape that the Aspects have painted. There are many of them; pigeons, sparrows, songbirds, bluebirds, hawks, and vultures. Doves, swans, ducks, and geese and hens. They all have their own types of lifestyles. Some hunt prey upon the ground, others hunt prey within the waters. Some live in trees, some high upon mountain tops, and even within deep caverns. The one thing that all birds, no matter what shape size or color that lay upon their beautiful bodies, is that they are not cannibals. They do not eat and peck away at their own kin. They all live alongside one another in harmony. And while these birds may not rule the natural world and sit in a submissive second position to the lions and tigers that roam the ground beneath their wings, they are happy.

   All five birds were outlandishly and peculiarly different. They each had different beaks, feather patterns, claws, and tails. Some were of great size and many kin, while others were small and weak. But no matter the difference, they all shared one commonality between the five; they were brothers. Deep within their primordial instincts told them they all shared that bond, no matter how different they were. Deep within, it was a sin to hate their kin, deep within they all loved one another.

   The father bird was a Lorikeet. His beak was orange, his face was blue. Under his wings, he was yellow and purple, while his back lain riddled with different shades of green. His stature was not particularly great, but his the stature of his mind was far more impressive. The father bird was born in Laurelin where he raised himself and grew a deep bond with the forest. The father bird loved the forest. He loved the forest more than he ever loved his sons, more than he ever loved his brothers, more than he ever loved anything. The forest was his god. It gave him hollowed trees to dwell in, it gave him nectar and pollen to eat, it gave him love, and in return, he gave it love as well. He spread the seeds of Laurelin far throughout the land of Aegis, making it into the greatest forest that birdkind had ever seen before.

   The mother is a figure that the birds never knew. For all they knew, and as far as we know, they could easily have all been different maidens, but no matter the situation, the father soon found himself with four sons.

   The father bird's first son was a finch. The finch adored his father. He viewed him as the wisest and most knowledgeable being that had ever graced the forest. He flew alongside his father, attempting to learn and practice every aspect of his father's life. He wished to be his father. As such, the finch grew a deep love with the forest and respected it as a god. The finch, however, was a weak being. Yes, his body fertile, but unfortunately, it countered its own self with the curse of being feeble. 

   The father bird's second son was an owl. The owl never truly got to know his father. The father bird was far too in love with his first son to ever love his second son the same. But nonetheless, the owl cared not, and still loved his father. He also picked up upon his fathers itch for the forest and fell deeply in love with it. But as it is, the owl is a wise being. It's large eyes and rotating head observe much more than the other birds. And so it goes, the owl not only grew to adorn the forest, but it grew to have a deep understanding connection with it.

   The third son was a raven. If it was evident that the father bird didn't share his love for his first son with his second, then it is no surprise that he especially didn't love his third son. The raven didn't admire his father whatsoever and grew quite distant from him. He learnt not to live with the forest, but instead, he chose the caves. To him, the caves provided all. Shelter of stone walls, food of mice, and in all honesty, the raven was happy. He grew strong in the caves, though he never felt love from his father.

   The fourth son was a white vulture. Unfortunately, the vulture never knew his father whatsoever. The father bird died while he was still just a babe. The white vulture was hard on hearing and seeing from a young age, and also was cursed with an awful ugliness. His brothers always told him from when he was just a babe that they loved him as one of their own, but the vulture's poor hearing always halted the message from being received. Self conscious about his looks and scared of what the other brothers might think of him, the vulture went off into hiding, hardly to ever be seen again by his brothers.

   And as it goes, the father did in fact die within his beloved forest of Laurelin. Old and withered, the father gathered his four sons to meet him one final time before his demise. Laying in a bed of leaves, he whispered to his final words to his sons.

"My sons, the four of you... if I nay did show it, I apologize to the lot of you. I have loved each and everyone of you. My life has been filled with spreading this forest and giving you all a great home to live in. All four of you have great distinctions, and of that, I am proud. Each of you has lived like I and found your own way within this grand thing we call nature. I wish not to impose my way of life on any single one of you and implore you to live as you wish. Do what makes you happy. If that entails living alongside the forest as I did, do so. If that entails living with knowledge, do so. If that entails living within the caves, do so. If that entails living to be lonely, do so. But each and everyone of you allow me a single promise before I die. None of you shall violate each other's happiness, for it is our differences which make us who we are." 

   All the birds chirped in agreeance. The father bird shook his head and feebly climbed out of his bed of leaves. He spread his colorful wings for a final time, and flew high above the canopy of Laurelin until he could fly no longer.

   The birds all lived by their father's will for many years, and truly, as their father had promised, happiness came upon them. The forest of Laurelin that the father bird had built for his sons quickly became a place of happiness for the four of them. They lived side by side in harmony with the sunrise and the sunset. Honey poured from the forest, and all of the birds grew fat and lazy from it. It was truly Eden.

   But then, as quick and sharp as a chirp, the forest of Laurelin burnt up in a terrible flame. It devastated the four birds, and consequently, devastated the life that their father had built for them. They four flew to a new land, hoping to recreate the beauty that they had once seen in Laurelin, and at first they succeeded. Since the finch was the closest to his father, he lead the way. He planted many great trees throughout the land that came to be known as the Emerald Peninsula. Trees sprouted from all four corners of the peninsula and happiness was slowly being rebuilt. But the finch started to feel something that would begin the slippery slope into devastation; he felt greed. Since the finch spread the seeds that gave his brothers home, is it not fair that he ruled over them all? Since he was the one who followed his father the closest, was it not fair that he enforce his rules over his brothers? And so it goes, the finch planted a great tree, a great tree called Normandor where his power was represented. He forced his other brothers to live in Normandor and under his rules. 

   The owl hated the idea of being under his older brother, and due to this, he flew away and lived in a part of the silver peninsula called Elandriel. Elandriel was a sprawling dark forest where he furthered his knowledge of nature. 

   The raven resented the ideal of rulership too, and as such, he flew far to the north, where Elandriel's trees became dark and the forest floor was nothing but caves. These caves were known as Menocress. Here, the raven honed in his skills of the hunt.

   And finally, there was the vulture. The vulture had grown up scared and feeling alone. As his brothers ran from the great tree of Normandor, he too fled,he fled high to a mountain top where no one would see him. In his days atop the mountain, he grew worse with his hearing, his feelings of loneliness krept in.

   They lived this way for many a year, refusing to even speak to one another after the tiff they had. But slowly, as all tiffs do, it dissipated. With new lands come new beginnings. The Emerald Peninsula was destroyed in a meteor shower, so it goes. The birds all flew separately to the land of Anthos.

    A closeness came upon the brothers within Anthos. They settled in another forest, this time by the name of Leumalin. They all lived separately, but not quite as separately as they had in Asulon. The finch, the owl, and the raven even lived within the same forest. They became brothers once more. The only brother who refused to return to the way of life was the vulture. The vulture had again set up upon a mountain, but none the matter, they lived happily.

   But as time went on, the vulture looked down into the garden of Leumalin, where progress was being made once more to receive the glory that was once known in Laurelin. The three brothers who lived there found happiness within one another and accepted one another for their differences. They learnt to love again. The vulture grew jealous, anxious, and fearful of the refound kinship. What was to be thought of it? They had no wish for him there, was it that they plotted to force him to become one of them? Did they look down upon him for his differences even though he had settled high upon a mountain? None of this could be acceptable! 

   Paranoia set in upon the vulture, and he saw a single path to take. A path not just of isolation, but of protection. The vulture waited and waited for an opportunity to destroy his brothers' newfounded happiness, and eventually a time did come. A hungry tiger waited outside the forest of Leumalin hoping to catch a snack, the lion is not to blame however, for it is only within the scope of the lion's nature to hunt for food. The vulture quickly flew to the lion and promised him that he would help catch his brothers. They both agreed to help one another and began plotting on how to destroy the brothers.

   First they captured the raven. The vulture hobbled into a cave that the raven had set up himself. The raven liked his cave. It was small, cozy, and was full of mice. With the lion dauntingly trotting behind him, the vulture found his brother and offered him a proposition; come live atop my mountain and paint your feathers white like mine, and I shall not have the lion capture you and eat you. The raven refused the offer of his brother immediately and shook his head, but was quick to tell him he loved him and wished he would return to the way that life was in Laurelin, but the vulture couldn't hear his brother, he could only see the shaking of his head. The vulture wobbled out of cave with a devious smile on his face and had the lion push a boulder at the mouth of the cave; the raven was trapped.

   A few days passed before the vulture returned to the cave where he had the lion push the massive boulder away from the mouth once more.The raven lay at the head of the cave, malnourished and battered. He begged upon his brother vulture for forgiveness and pleaded for a reoffering of terms. The vulture methodically accepted, only under the terms however that the raven would also be stripped of his wings; the raven obstinately accepted.

   The vulture had his lion remove the raven's wings, gruesomely removing him of all pride he once had. He next offered the total humiliation painting his feathers all white, stripping all dignity and self image that the raven once had. He chained him to his mountain, didn't allow him to fly, and made him abide by his way of life, his laws, and his word. The raven was no longer a raven, but a mindless slave, obeying the whim of his brother vulture. 

   He next went to his brother finch. The lion still backed him. Immediately, the finch demanded to know what had happened to his brother raven. The vulture told him what he had done to his brother. The finch appalled yet scared knew what was to be asked of him. He hung his head low and allowed his brother to do him as he had done to the raven. His wings were stripped of him, he was painted white, and was never to see his forest again. The finch only had one thing to say to his brother vulture. Why? Why would he do this to his kin? They had always told him they accepted him and loved him. They wished for him to live his life the way he wanted and had never shown him ill will. But the vulture didn't hear him, and went on his way, chaining his brother finch to the mountain.

   Many days passed the vulture before he finally decided to capture his final brother. But the owl was not like his other brothers. The owl was knowledgeable, clever, but mostly, he was prideful. When the vulture made his way to the grand tree of the owl, his brother owl was nowhere to be found. He figured the owl had gone hunting, or perhaps gone to gather sticks and berries, so he decided he would go back to his mountaintop, but when he arrived, the most surprising thing awaited him. It was a grand forest. The trees stood at the foot of the mountain, sprawling with beauty. Above it, the owl hovered and he shouted to his brother the vulture...

   "My brother vulture, for many years and in many lands have my brothers and I tried to tell you to be free and to live your own life. These actions that you have taken in the passed few days are dispicable and disgusting. We wish you not to lead a life of unhappiness and hatred, but to live a life with peace and joy within our arms. We wish to relive the life that our father built for us and to make him proud. But sadly, that is impossible if you fly in the direction that you are currently going! DO NOT BE BLINDED BY HATRED FOR I AM YOUR BROTHER AND I LOVE YOU DEARLY!"

   But again, the vulture did not hear his brother and his pleas. Instead of viewing his brother owl's forest as a present, he took it as a hostility. He took his open arms as a sign of hatred and betrayal. He put his talons out in front of him and attacked his brother owl. He dragged him to the ground in a mighty scuffle above their forest. The owl scratched and clawed upon the vultures face, but the vultures size and power dragged him to the ground. Quickly, the lion pounced atop the owl and ripped off his wings. The raven and the finch watched with dread in their eyes, chains around their necks and pens around their bodies. They saw the final brother dewinged, dyed white, and humiliated. 

   Years passed on the mountaintop, the finch, the owl, and the raven all were humiliated, sucked dry of their once prideful ways, and made but simple slaves to the vulture. The vulture lived high upon his mountain top for the rest of his days, hatred still in his heart and disdain always in his eyes. He fed his brothers until they were fat, and once they were fat enough, the vulture repaid his friend the lion by feeding them as tribute. One by one, his brothers were given away, and all that was left was the vulture. Lonely and scared, he still sat atop his mountain, conquering nothing but the destruction of his father's dream for his four sons.

   A great family rose within the canopy of Laurelin, but over the canopies of the Emerald Peninsula and Leumalin, it fell into a spiraling chaos due to greed, hatred, and lack of perspective by the each one of the brothers. But truly, I do wonder... what happened underneath the canopies of those forests?

~Arum Druid Dover

A small letter from the author lies in the back of the book

   To begin this letter, allow me first to address that I am not a historian, but a Druid whose way of life is currently being threatened by the Mali'aheral. Not all accounts within this short fable are exact recounts of history, but a loose representation.

   To whom it may concern, and to whom I intend this to be directed at, the Mali'aheral; our race has long embraced the different cultures of our subspecies. We thrive on differentiation. Our cultures of the passed few hundred years have made us who we are and who we shall be henceforth. I implore you to read this short passage and have it be an opener of the eye. The forceful movement of our different subspecies does not only foster hatred in the hearts of those who the misdeed is done, but it destroys our chances of reliving the once great life that we knew many year in the past.

To Kalenz, my brother by blood, and to whom I dedicate this book to, I would wish to seek council with you and discuss the current situation. Do not act rashly, for the Druian would only hope to resolve the issue at hand and perhaps even reach an agreement, if the terms to be fair, where we achieve peace within your very own city.

 ~With brotherly love

       The Arum Druid Dover

A totem should represent the character, though not all do and sometimes poor totems are chosen. I don't know your character, but keep in mind that you should try to find something in nature that represents him. For example, my first druid was a very old man, nearing death. I appropriately chose the totem of Wilting to signify his age.

As for your question, dragon is the totem of a demi-aspect named Apollan, and as such, it is heavily frowned upon to reuse the totem out of respect for such an important figure. Look on the first page of this topic for all members and their totems. Any of those totems that you see shouldn't beused again until that druid is deemed lost.

​As to Legocrazy, our Arch Druids are currently from three different timezones to attempt to encompass the greatest amount of players possible. I assume you are from the West Coast, and as such, I'd recommend that you try catching Leyun (Tristanm1) online. If you can't catch her, Elorna (Birdwhisperer) and Dalari (Friskyelectric) happen to be quite active. If all else fails, try to check if any hierophants are online and if they are, they should be more than willing to provide you with a lesson!

I don't have SS's but the memory of the Druidic Order-White Rose TS wars over dominance of the Guilds and Towns section still rings with pain in my ears.

I thought u left the last 3 times yousaid you left DDDD::::::::

When becoming a druid, are you allowed to kill by force from disease (schizophrenia and pyromania) yet still not want to do these actions and keep your place as a druid? My Dryad was already a dedicant but has these diseases so I haven't been sure whether to carry on or stop due to this.

I suppose it really depends on who oversees you at the time. There could be a strict arch druid that will shun you and make you a kill on sight for this, or perhaps a more lenient one who'll have respect for the disease. Either, or, and anything in between is really a possibility in RP, so you should RP as you wish with the druids and see where it goes from there. :)

The explosion of Western culture after WWII

Definitely Telperion. Why? Well, it's the white tree counterpart to Laurelin in the Tolkien universe. It'd fit perfectly in a white valley. Not to mention, it's quite easy to remember.

Dover skims over the laws, shaking his head in disapproval. The Druid spits to the ground and murmurs aloud, "A governing body for my people who worship the Aspects devoutly and are concerned of our numbers practice murdering their criminal offenders? Makes no sense whatsoever..." The Druid makes his way out of the grove and off towards Malinor.