Avacyn

A handprint is left here, made by an ink-dipped palm pressed against the paper.

I've only heard whispers about the Inquisition... to me that's a good thing. The element of surprise is one of great power. I'm a man of humble status, nobody you've ever heard of, but I don't necessarily want to change that. Sometimes it's good to be nobody. I'd very much like to meet with you, discuss the Oren Inquisition, how you operate, et cetera. I suppose this isn't the most orthodox method of recruitment, me finding you, but I'd like you to know, I'm very interested. I can usually be found lurking around the inns of New Oren. Perhaps the Prancing Pony...

Signed,

The signature here is large, flamboyant, and strangely foreign-looking.

Teryn Vor'qel

Septimus solemnly watches the two men he had the most faith in to end Torrhen's reign walk out of the room. He then slowly stands up.

Torrhen Elendil... I'll admit. I had almost no faith in ye' as a ruler. But tae' see tha' Harrion could have peace for ye' in 'is heart, and tha' ye' could have peace fer Thorenir... it's melted my cold heart.

Septimus chuckles.

I served yer father, and taught ye' and Harrion as young lads. I've been with tha' family since early on, but I was not always there, as my family needed me as well. But now I humbly stand before ye', ye' having gained tha' position back, and I do need a place in life. I can't be a tutor fer children forever. I've just reclaimed my heritage of my long-dead clan, Redoak, and tha man I served is devoting the rest of his life tae' his county and tae' his monastic order. Unfortunately, no matter how much I love the lad like a son, I cannot follow him there. I will remain close friends with dear Harrion, but I've realized my true place lies in Adunia, serving it. And so I, Septimus Hodge o' tha' Redoak clan, former Maester tae' House Elendil, Tutor tae' tha' Imperial Family, do humbly request a service of... higher power in yer court. While I did support Harrion in his former endeavor against ye', I'm sure I can prove tae' be one who can be loyal when given a good cause. I will be pursuing a learning in magical arts, an' I still retain my medical, historical, and mathematical knowledge o' tha' world. I wish fer Clan Redoak tae' be recognized as alive once again, an' I wish tae' serve ye' in a way ye' see fit.

Septimus speaks after Hanrahan.

Torrhen, if ye've got so much support, where are they? I haven't heard a word with you. An' I do not believe Doune 'ere is of any clan.

Maester Septimus Hodge begins to laugh hysterically. He gets to the point where there are tears in his eyes, and then he stops, and wipes them away. He stands up.

Torrhen, I don' think ye've noticed, but ye've only got the support of one man. Harrion's got many. What makes ye' think ye've still got a chance?

*a note is pinned to a board*

Hail, reader. I am Maester Septimus Hodge. I tutor the Imperial Family in New Oren, and I'm Maester to Harrion Elendil, soon-to-be ruler of Adunia. I'm an Adunian man meself, 50 years of age, and I've read too many books in my years. I'm looking for a guild of sorcerors who can teach evocation magic, if they are out there. Please respond, not many are helpful when I ask.

Maester Septimus Hodge stands up from his seat beside Harrion Elendil. He adjusts his coat and furs. He begins to speak.

"Ye' probably 'aven't 'eard of me. The only ones who'll know me will be those who were close to to Winterhall. I'm Septimus Hodge, I served Artorus loyally, and cared for 'is children when they were young. I'm a close friend of Harrion's, and I've stayed by his side. 'E may 'ave been gone, but 'e was the true heir, declared by Artorus. Artorus gave him tha' sword, and Harrion kept it, no matter what that brat Torrhen Elendil says. Harrion's a good man, and a good ruler. He's done more for Adunia in this land than Torrhen's done in years. If ye' haven't noticed...

Septimus clears his throat, and raises his voice.

TORRHEN HAS BEEN GONE FOR A BLOODY LONG TIME.

Septimus returns to his normal volume.

Harrion left tae' pursue tha' holy path o' tha' Faith. More than anyone can say fer Torrhen. Another thing tae' address; I'm Adunian. I may not currently belong tae' any one clan, but I've got their blood in me. My great-grandfather was a member of tha' long-dead Clan Redoak. I have rights tae' be here, rights tae' support Harrion, and rights tae' bring this banner up.

He unfolds a banner from his bag, and hooks it on the wall behind him. It displays a red tree on a field of grey.

That's tha' banner of my family, and we've stayed dormant for a very long time. That's not happenin' anymore. Clan Redoak gives their support tae' Harrion Elendil.

Septimus sits down, and smiles.

I've sent you a PM.

I support this 100%. I trust Isaac, and know he really is a people-person and a natural-born leader. He has created a wonderful experience with his construction of the Overture roleplaying sagas, and I know the community appreciates him for all he's done. I can see no reason NOT to make Isaac a GM, other than "he might be too awesome." I know he can do a great job here as a GM, and can bring a lot to Lord of the Craft with his leadership experience and overall roleplaying skills. I wish good luck to him in getting the support he needs to become a GM here at Lord of the Craft.

What.

His alternate account is GavLan. :P

The incredible merrymoogle lends his support.

Asulites.

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name:

merrymoogle

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:

Nope! I was at MTG: Worlds

How old are you?:

15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Pacific, USA

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Yep, I've been called a "Grammar Nazi" by many people.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I'm a weird 15-year old. I spend a lot of my time doing creative fantasy writing (whether it's for RP servers or purposes or not) or doing RP mapwork for servers that hire me.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

I can do 10+ hours a week.

What do you know about Roleplaying? What is it?:

Being an actor at my high school, roleplaying has come naturally to me. Roleplaying is the art of literally playing a role. You take a guise that is one other than yourself, and you be that person to the best of your ability.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.

Metagaming is the use of out of character (OOC) knowledge to your advantage in character (IC). An example of this would be if you knew the admins were planning for a War between two kingdoms, and you went around telling people that this would happen in character. Powergaming I'm not sure of. I've only heard the term "godmodding" which I believe is the same, but godmodding is forcing actions upon others in a roleplay. To avoid godmodding, one should have their actions be "attempts" so that the other person has the ability to respond or let the action happen if they want to.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect it to be an exciting, thrilling, roleplay adventure with a story that will keep me on my toes and make me want to come back for more!

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I was an administrator for Islands of Strife, a fantasy roleplaying server. I was the king of the human nation, and a dungeon/map builder. I loved the server and put a lot into it, but the owner stopped paying and shut it down. I was a roleplayer on Overture III for a while, but the server is about to go offline and the owner (GavLan) has decided to stay here.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

I have!

How did you hear about us?:

GavLan, the owner of my former RP server, directed me here.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?

Nope!

What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:

merrymoogle

In-Character:

Character Name:

Thormund the Thunderbeard

What is your Race?:

Dwarf

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Thormund grew up with 5 older brothers, and a father who pushed him as much as he could. His older brothers all enlisted to be soldiers like their father had been. Before Thormund could even speak, his brothers were all killed in battle. This broke his father, and he was no longer the man he used to be. Thormund promised himself that he would grow up to be valiant like his brothers to make his father happy, but he told himself he would never be killed. So Thormund spent most of his life training to be the best warrior he could, while his mother and father still grieved over their lost sons and paid no attention to their hard-working son. Thormund excelled over most of the other dwarves while training, and many told him he would grow to be a great soldier. They were right. As soon as he was old enough, Thormund enlisted for battle and was sent to fight a group of humans. He swept the battlefield, delivering killing blow after killing blow, an unstoppable force of fury. To this day, he still has the axe that he used in that great battle, which he has named Lightning to compliment the thunderous force that he brings to the battlefield. Over the years, Thormund climbed military rankings, becoming a legend to many dwarves. He got the nickname Thunderbeard, because of the fiery color of his beard, and the fear he brings to most armies he battles. If one were to see him fight, he charges head-on, leading the stampede of dwarves in a rush of glory, swinging his axe from foe to foe, splitting heads and sternums alike. For years he proudly fought and won, until one fateful day when his home village was attacked. His army was crushed, and the village was razed along with his parents. He survived the battle, but has fled. He is now 38 years old, and still going strong. He is dressed in his Commander's Armor, a heavy chain-and-plate set adorned with blue, and a winged helmet with a red jewel crest. He stands tall and burly, even for a dwarf, but his eyes glint green with a warm kindness.

Your characters ambitions:

Thormund wishes to join whatever military force will have him, and fight for their cause, though it must be noble.

A screenshot of your skin:

It's the attachment :P

Other Information:

None really.