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Name: Marella 
Surname/House: Silverelm 
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B
 
Physical Description
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brunette
Skin Color/Shade: Pale
Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None
 
Personal Information
Home Address: Hightower manor
Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Wherever the imperial family aims to live
Profession/Occupation: Maid
 
Oath(s) of Loyalty
 
For all classes of Citizenship:
 
"I, Marella Silverelm, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."
 

Lelien nods slightly.

She positions herself with her hands clasped in front of her.

Her feet turned slightly in.

Lelien smiles a bit.

 

"Would this be ayla?"

She pushes back a strand of loose hair, only for it to fall infront of her eyes once more.

"Perfectly ayla~" Nyraena's head dips down to her sketchpad once more.

((OOC: Sorry for the late response! I'll be continuing this thread but discontinuing my sketch thread after I clear the waiting list.))

Nyraena smiles towards the elven teen. 

"Now how would you like to pose, child? Anyway you feel comfortable- just remember that you must very still."

Nyraena waves to Trevor's retreating back, smiling pleasantly in a dreamlike expression. She starts suddenly, snapping out of her daydreams, her thoughts quickly retreating into the shadow's of her mind. She turns to Aislinn and motions to the line, answering smoothly with a warm smile.

"Ah- I must still sketch a few others who have waited ever so patiently. You may join the line, or hope to find me around the elven island when I am not here."

Nyraena gestures for Lelien to come forward.

"Half the amount is sufficient~" 

Her lips spread into a charming smile as she notices the line growing. 

"Excellent! I'll return home shortly and transfer it onto a canvas. Return in a few elven days and it should be ready."

She hesitates a moment and a flash of uncertainty appear on her eyes. A smile quickly replaces it and she continues in a softer tone, "I'll be needing a deposit... if you will, sir."

Nyraena adds quickly before a misunderstanding begins, "Not that I don't trust you."

Nyraena nods contently, surveying her work before turning her sketchpad to face Trevor.

"I think I've got all I need before I start painting. Is there anything I'm missing or I've overdone? I can make any necessary changes."

Nyraena begins to unconsciously sketch the image of a head poking from the side. She pauses abruptly and blinks down at her parchment. Looking up with a warm smile, Nyraena beckons the child to the side, quill waving in the air.

"I can't have you appearing in this portrait now." She says in a friendly voice.

"I'm almost finished here," she continues, saying a little louder for Trevor's benefit.

"If you'd like... take a look at this, to pass the time as you wait." She motions to the leaflets by the board.

Nyraena squeezes one eye shut in concentration, peering towards him with a calculating expression. She tilts her head with a bright smile, her mind already beginning to imagine the finished portrait. "Perhaps reposition your hands? They look a little bit unnatural to your side.."

Nyraena nods curtly and bends over her sketchpad, already scribbling furiously. She looks up occasionally at him, a tongue peeking out from her parted lips as her brows furrow in deep focus. Sounds of the quill scratching on the parchment can be faintly heard. 

Nyraena takes the sketchpad from her seat with a swift swoop of her arms, gliding down to the stool as she does.

She motions dismissively in one hand, "In whichever position you'd like me to capture. It could be standing or sitting- as you like."

-snip-

Nyraena blushes, giggling lightly in response as she takes the pamphlet from him. She bends down a little and returns the leaflet to its pocket. As she rights herself, Nyraena brushes a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

She gestures to the stool with both hands, a large grin planted on her face, "Shall we begin now? I only require a sketch."

Aikanaro smiles and nods, taking a slip of paper from the board and starting to write on it, fully focused upon his task. His little stubby pencil scratching away on the rough paper.


He looks at her quite happily as he hands in the paper and asks curiously, a finger tapping on the fence next to him repeatedly. "Would you be able to paint a waist up painting of us Miss? Holding hands and chest against chest, looking into each others eyes?"

He blushes deeply, his eyes looking away shyly. "I would like that very much.."

Trevor slows his pace as he walks by the two, grinning slowly as he sees the paintings and stopping to stand behind Aikanaro.

She turns hopefully to the next customer, opening her arms in welcome, "Ah~ How can I help you, good sir?"

The blonde elf produces a pamphlet from the pocket at the side of the board. She offers it to him with a bright smile, small wrinkles appearing at the corner of her eyes.

Nyraena's eyebrows sink into a "V" shape that almost flawlessly mirrors Aikanaro's. She looks down at the sketch in his hands, a warm smile immediately replacing the worried expression.

She nods curtly, holding her chin up confidently while replying, "with such talent in art yourself, I can assure you that your lady friend will be painted in similar likeness."

"Is there anything more I'd need to know?" She twirls a strand of her hair in her finger. Her other hand grasps the side of her trousers, twitching with excitement as ideas begin to swarm in her head. 

((Post an app on the art thread. Include anything in particular that you like. Like a bust picture in a locket?))

Edit: ((And I have no idea with the minas system... If it doesn't work- consider it an IOU? lol))

Nyraena snaps out of her daze, looking up from her sketchpad to the sound of the cough. She rises to her feet in a fluid motion while setting aside her sketchpad and quill on the stool. Her lips spread comfortably into a warm smile with her hands clasped neatly in front.

"Welcome~!"

She pulls a leaflet from the pocket of the board, a twinkle in her eyes. The elf offers it towards the potential customer with both hands.

"If you're interested, here's a sample of my work. And for a fair price I might add."

She adds quickly after a pause, "I do family portraits as well, though the price increases with the number of people."  

[Questions]

MC Name: Akira0

Why do you want to join? My character has been a thief of secrets. Selling information to those who seek it. She's now becoming more fearful of her position, seeking the help of an organization like-minded like her.

How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? By creating a unique character that causes interesting romantic conflicts. I plan to steer her into the path of becoming a tavern keeper where there will be numerous RP potential with alcohol.

What do you think are vital in RP? I value emotes and words over all else. If you’re writing detailed emotes to describe every situation clearly, RP will avoid entering the OOC realm. I’ve never personally had any ooc fighting over RP and hope I never will.

To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? Yes~

[Character Questions]

RP name: Marella (She uses different names for different groups of people. Mara, Mari, Marie, Mary, May, and etc. Officially, Marella is the registered name in the Kingdom of Oren.)

Biography:

Childhood:

Marella is a farmer’s daughter. Her father and mother, country simpletons of Solace, mistook her quiet demeanor and stammers in her speech as inborn stupidity. With two older brothers, this girl became the burden of the family, existing to eat upon their labor and ignored for the remaining of it.

Thus, she grew up observant and quiet, lurking in corners to avoid ridicule from her family. In time, her techniques at remaining unseen improved. She taught herself to use the advantages of being a child to scurry from shadow to shadow, lingering long enough to pilfer a bit of food from the kitchen. Her small figure allowed her to take almost weightless steps that left few footprints and no more sound than an echo in a void.

In turn, she grew to be a feeble, thin creature of the most pitiful sort. Her dark brunette hair draped flatly over her shoulders, her pale skin a sickly white, lying gauntly on her face and a delicate pair of tiny lips with barely any color. Her only defining feature are her bright emerald eyes, ever watchful, with a rich range of expressions.

As her body grew, Marella found it harder to remain hidden. She was no longer a small child but a lanky teen of ten and one, with arms and legs so unnaturally frail. Her appearance became an eyesore in the family where even the little worth of her dowry could not stir their excitement. Her parents coldly arranged a deal with a wealthy merchant in the city of Arethor and thus she started a life of servitude.

Teenage years:

For a time, Marella was given a most comfortable life where the fruits of her labor were rewarded with warm food and a dry bed. Her health slowly recovered whereupon even color began to return to her skin, glowing a healthy pink. Marella also received new clothes fitted for her added weight, despite the fact that it was but a maidservant’s uniform, it gave her a slight thrill of recognition. This was a new sensation she couldn’t quite comprehend, but efficiently broke her silence. As the maids gossiped amongst themselves, Marella would cheerfully pipe in her opinion about one useless matter or another. She craved this new sense of belonging, learning through these women the shallow knowledge of the most envious jewelry or the latest fashion in ribbons. Men also became a topic of conquest as her new mature friends would often retell their night’s tale. For a year, Marella was nurtured by her new adoptive mothers of this group whose own conduct was questionable.

In the declining years of Asulon this tiny comfort abruptly ended. The wealth of her employer was destroyed by the declining economy. With his fortune depleted to ash, Marella was turned out to the streets with nothing more than her cherished dress. She stole what little food she could but she knew she couldn’t survive alone for long.

With the help of a few kind hearts, she received another maid position within the noble family Geminine. She is now one and three and beginning to glow with the brilliance of youth. This carefree young lass attracted one advantageous marriage during this time- a promise between young love that was quickly destroyed by the intrusion of the servants’ gossips and opinions. She left the uncomfortable circumstance with but a letter of recommendation from her lord.

Present:

At the age of one and four, she entered servitude again, with the Imperial family of Horen-Hightower. She kept her head down, finishing her duties in the household without complaint. After a year within the household, she received the great honor of being promoted to head maid. She carried the title wearily, suddenly turning timid as she finds herself attracting the attention of her imperial majesty's favor.

This was both a boon and a curse. A boon because with power and recognition, she entered areas within the manor that only a few trusted servants were allowed. She also now has the benefit of hiding her intentions through this disguise, effectively collecting and selling secrets, keeping a sharp ear out for names of interest and information of value. It became a curse because her new duties as head maid included a plethora of responsibilities and duties she cares not for, leaving her less time to gather her necessary funds to fulfill her dream of opening a tavern.

Personality:

She is a chaotic neutral character, every action is an action that is calculated for her personal benefit. Because of this, she can be described as manipulative, selfish, and conceded. She has a clear understanding of her place in society, when around her superiors she will become meek and shy, attempting to appear plain to attract as little attention as possible. If someone were to insult her position, she would proudly wear the title for she has no desires for nobility, their lives a prison in her mind.

In situations of love, she isn’t capable of feeling it. She may have a desire for a man the way she has desire for a necklace but it too will lose its worth when she grows tired of it. She is unafraid to use men at her whim with whatever manipulative power she has; be it the innocence of youth or the seductive actions she observes from other maids.

She can also be described as a natural beauty but relies heavily on powders and rouges to offset het pale skin, complimenting it with her exclusively dark toned closet.

Motives:

She wishes to save enough money to open her own tavern in the city one day. A permanent position that secures her a livelihood independent from an employer or a binding marriage.

Aspirations:

Her aspiration is to become known, to have the attention of many. Her desires are immediate and insatiable but coincide with her ambition. It could be the cake at the window of a bakery, or the cloth displayed at the tailor’s; so long as it was of value to raise other’s opinions of her. At the moment, she must have whatever it is she desires- to the point of obsession. However once acquired, it loses its importance and she will soon move to new interests.

[Open Response. Answer all questions]

You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull of this thievery?

Marella approaches the foreign merchant, slipping into his view. She smiles brightly to him, showing white teeth under her lips. Without paying particular attention to which piece she takes from the counter, she models the necklace on herself, holding her neck high, seductively. She continues smiling, her voice dripping with silk as she coos, "O- doesn't this look divine? Fit for any fair maiden you have in mind, sir. Shall I wrap it up for your lady friend?"

(If he accepts and purchases it)

Marella cups the money in her hand, flashing a distracting smile while the coins disappear up her sleeves. She ushers the customer out with ease, leading with an arm through his. Once free from his attention and he's turned the corner, she would turn to a guard with an exasperated expression, "T-that m-man! Some w-wares are missing, it m-must've been that man! After him!"

With the guards distracted, Marella swiftly grabs a handful of jewelry from the stall, disappearing quickly into her sleeves heavy with other trinkets. She slips into the crowd, blending into the traffic leaving the city. She walks with a bounce in her step.

(If he purchases it for Marella)

She smiles playfully, twirling around the stall and picking up another piece, "What of this one...? Is it not a pretty trinket that sets my eyes off?" She models the new necklace, holding it up next to the other. When he seems disinterested in purchasing any more, she pockets the minas, leaving the "purchased jewelry" on the counter. She loops her arm through his, guiding him out of the stall. She says with a tilt of her head and a pout of her lips, "I know the finest stores in the city, shall I keep you company?"

The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery?

Marella would spy on them for some time, listening in through the hole on the roof. With whatever information she gathers, she acts accordingly, using their tales of war to weave a convincing story. She pulls a small bottle of wine from her pack and carefully inserts a needle into the top of the cork. She pours a white powder, made of died poppy and chamomile, into the small hole, giving the a bottle a good swirl.

Marella knocks on the door, smiling brightly at the men. “____ has sent this as a token for your recent victory. From his very own private collection.” She pauses for a second, holding each pair of eyes for a second before continuing with a coy grin, “And, I for company…”

She sweeps into the room, pretending to search for mugs, “Where could they be…?” She serves the wine undisturbed, handing each man a mug before rising hers to the air, “A special toast that m’lord wishes to greet you with, and it is thus: “For your troubles and endless bravery, he bids you freedom to drink from the city tavern under his name and order, hence forth. May you never remember what trouble ails you, only the joy of ale’s sweet embrace when in the city.” She nods contently with finality, pretending to take the first sip. She raises one brow, watching and waiting for the powder to work it’s effect. When it does, she simply needs to pluck the scroll from its place and walk out through the front doors.

An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull of this thievery?

Marella wouldn't steal from an old man off the side of a road- she's not that petty. She walks by the old man without a second glance. The travellers ahead hold no interest to her either, so she brushes past them swiftly, humming a merry tune.

((MC Name)): Peachi3xx

Name: Nyraena Tiwele

Race: Wood Elf

Will you require a home? (If you intend to live with someone who is already a citizen, state who): Yes, with Lily Tiwele and Vescour Tiwele

Desired District: Mali'ame

Do you agree to follow the laws of Malinor? Yes

Desired job (if applicable): N/A

Two elderly halflings slumber soundly in a large green tent. The female halfling is curled into a ball, her head resting in the lap of the other male halfling. Both dream peacefully of the Vale and their lost comforts.

One of the flyers floats along the wind, drifting steadily towards the two. The breeze pushes the notice on the slumbering halfling, effectively covering her from head to toe. She stirs from her sleep, removing the pretend blanket by peeling the paper off  her. 

Lavender appraises the notice, holding it high up between her hands, "Toads-hole....halflings..." She mumbles to herself as she reads aloud, squinting furiously at the small script.

"Oh! Earl, love!" She exclaims after a moment of recognition. The frail elder nudges her husband awake, poking with precision as she continues to exclaim, "Earl y'old mole! Wakey wakey, love!"

Earling the tiny senior wakes sleepily from his slumber.

 "Is it time for breakfest?!" He says while slurring his words, having not fully awaken yet.

"No, silly! The halflings 'ave settled! Musta left be'ind this 'ere note fer us!"

Lavender' smile stretches  dominantly across her face. She tilts her head side to side cheerfully. "I 'old yer they wouldn' forget t'e elderly."

Earling raises an eye doubtfully, "'ve been 'ere fer three days!" Earl holds three fingers up angrily. "Three!" he says once more with emphasis.

Lavender reaches up, cupping her ear with one hand. Her wrinkled face scrunched together from the strain to hear. 

"Speak up, love!" She shouts with a nasally high pitched voice. 

"W'at?!?" Earl says.

"W-w'at!?"  Lav responds.

The two halflings stare at each other blankly, already forgotten their quarrel. 

After a moment, Earl breaks the silence, "Are we 'aving breakfest 'en?"

"Ter t'e market!" 

And off they went, shuffling along, concentrating on placing one shaky leg after the other. 

((Please don't leave us behind! We got forgotten yesterday ><;; ))

~!!

Thank you!

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Akira0

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name: Peachi3xx

How old are you?: 21

Character Name: Marella (or Mara)

Character Race: Human

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

Appearance:

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 12

Hair: Dark brunette, ends midway down her back

Skin: Pale white

Eyes: Bright emerald colored, large and expressive.

Height: 5’2 and still growing taller

Weight: 95 lbs

Fashion of Choice: Dark colors in the latest Oren fashions. Blood red, olive green, navy blue, etc

Armor of Choice: None, she will refuse to wear even leather armor.

Weapons of Choice: None, yet. However, she has been eyeing a particular knife in a smithy.

Personality:

Positive Personality Traits: Energetic, Cautious, Thorough, Efficient, Above average intelligence

Negative Personality Traits: Manipulative, Selfish, Shallow, Jealous, Vain, Gluttonous

Misc. Quirks:

-She finds halflings creepy. Those tiny creatures are an anomaly to her.

-She will never willingly talk about her true past, preferring to make up a different tale each time.

Background story:

Marella is a farmer’s daughter. Her father and mother, country simpletons of Solace, mistook her quiet demeanor and stammers in her speech as inborn stupidity. With two older brothers, this girl became the burden of the family, existing to eat upon their labor and ignored for the remaining of it.

Thus, she grew up observant and quiet, lurking in corners to avoid ridicule from her family. In time, her techniques at remaining unseen continually improved. She taught herself to use the advantages of being a child to scurry from shadow to shadow, lingering long enough to pilfer a bit of food from the kitchen. Her small figure allowed her to take almost weightless steps that left few footprints and no more sound than an echo in a void.

In turn, she grew to be a feeble, thin creature of the most pitiful sort. Her dark brunette hair draped flatly over her shoulders, her pale skin a sickly white, lying gauntly on her face and a delicate pair of tiny lips with barely any color. Her only defining feature are her bright emerald eyes, ever watchful, with a rich range of expressions.

As her body grew, Marella found it harder to remain hidden. She was no longer a small child but a lanky teen of ten and one, with arms and legs so unnaturally frail. Her appearance became an eyesore in the family where even the little worth of her dowry could not stir their excitement. Her parents coldly arranged a deal and soon sold her to a life of servitude to a wealthy merchant in the city of Arethor.

For a time, Marella was given a most comfortable life where the fruits of her labor were rewarded with warm food and a dry bed. Her health slowly recovered whereupon color began to return to her skin, glowing a healthy pink. Marella also received new clothes fitted for her added weight, despite the fact that it was but a maidservant’s uniform, it gave her a slight thrill of recognition. This was a new sensation she couldn’t quite comprehend, but efficiently broke her silence. As the maids gossiped amongst themselves, Marella would cheerfully pipe in her opinion about one useless matter or another. She craved this new sense of belonging, learning through these women the shallow knowledge of the most envious jewelry or the latest fashion in ribbons. Men also became a topic of conquest as her new mature friends would often retell their night’s tale. For a year, Marella was nurtured by her new adoptive mothers of this group whose own conduct was questionable.

In the declining years of Asulon this tiny comfort abruptly ended. The wealth of her employer was destroyed by the declining economy, his fortune depleted to ash. Marella was turned out to the streets with nothing more than her cherished dress once her position was lost. This final step forced Marella to walk between the natural border of good and evil. Her twisted morality now mixed with her experiences at the household strengthened her resolve to be known; to once again grasp the attention which had been so cruelly deprived from her by her parents. No matter the cost.

She now follows the Holy Empire of Oren, knowing only true safety lies with the monks who would deliver them to sanctuary as they had done almost a hundred years before.

What are your characters ambitions?:

Her ambition is to become known, to have the attention of many. Her desires are immediate and insatiable but coincide with her ambition. It could be the cake at the window of a bakery, or the cloth displayed at the tailor’s; so long as it was of value to raise other’s opinions of her. At the moment, she must have whatever it is she desires- to the point of obsession. However once acquired, it loses it’s importance and she will soon move to new interests.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

She’s a neutral-chaotic character prepared for 2.5. Her obsessions, if it’s worth the value, she would graciously pay the full price for, however, the means for achieving the amount will be through trickery and pickpocketing. Marella is unbiased as to whom she takes from; if they seem weak enough or slow enough for her to outrun, she will take her chances. She tries to take no more than she needs, however even this is relative to the cost of her newest desire.

(A minior VA form for 1a has been filled and will be posted if this app processes.)

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

“Hmm…”

I skip between the buildings, crouching close to the shadows. My eyes glance over the goods through his window. I cannot comprehend what drives my desires; it's chances fully ungoverned.

Finding nothing of interests, I take note of the dwarf before my mind quickly wonders and I swiftly look past him to other more endowed stores.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

“O-Oh!” I exclaim quietly to myself. I hurry to the nearest alley, my bare feet silently scuttling across the cobble floor. I press my back against a nearby tree, folding my lanky body in to shrink into the shadows. I perk my ears up, listening close to the exchange.

“Should it escalate,” I think slyly to myself, “I will cheer for the orc.”

“If the dwarf should lose,” I muse, “his coin purse will be much heavier than a dumb orc’s.”

I allow a peel of giggles to escape from my lips before quickly covering over it with one hand- still grinning as I thought of what treasure I would soon recover from the fight.

…

((Should one succeed in the fight, left injured))

I emerge from the shadows, creeping close to the walls. Cautiously, I slip a hand down his pocket, prodding gently around.  My eyes watch intently for any sign of awareness from the fallen warrior while darting around for witnesses. My hand closes on a small velvet pouch, heavy with jingling minas. I attempt to withdraw my hands, and if I should succeed, I quickly scurry away, running through the thicket as fast as my thin legs will take me, hugging the pouch close to my chest. I never look back once to see if I was followed.

Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:

I jump at the chance, bending down on all fours to scramble for the minas. As I swiftly use my right hand to pick up the coins and deposit them in my other cupped hand, I allow a few to travel down my sleeves. I attempt to take only a small amount, as to not take any notice, but enough to purchase a few days of food.

I stand up briskly, brushing off the dirt from my dress with one hand. I turn to the fallen elder with both hands outstretched, coins jingling in my palm.

I offer the minas in my cupped hands and with a large unashamed smile I pass a lie through my lips, “I-I’ve saved your minas!”

…

This account has already been implemented. I’ve reacquired this account from my friend whom I had originally purchased for. He has since moved on to other games, having never played minecraft further than digging for coal and iron. I’ve spoken to an admin, (I can provide a name through a PM with the conversation, if it’s necessary) to which has granted me permission to write this application. (Also I want this on record so I don’t have any mix ups of being an Akira that was banned previously?)

<3! Welcome back ;)

MC name: peachi3xx

Duty you'd like to apply for: Honey bee work

Concept: -

Other works: The town of Armaluna.

I'm mostly an interior decorator/ detail builder so honey bee work I can accomplish with a keen eye. If you need the help, I can sweep over the lands and clean up any messy bits that might've been forgotten. Thanks for the consideration and keep up the good work everyone!

Do you have teamspeak: Yup~

((Okay let me clarify this:

There WILL be fast travel. It is in the works from a SECRET location.

All our residents will be informed to safe guard this secret.

If you want to come to ArmaLuna, you have to be shown the way there by them.

Residents hold responsibilities for whoever they show.))

((Come to our island and visit the town hall. You can fill out the form using the book plugin and hand it in to Kyra or Griffith. Hope that helps, typing this on break at work ><;;

Edit. Oops that's the citizenship application you've filled out. Don't need one if you're just joining the academy! ))

(( This is really exciting!

Altough, my character lives far from the temple for a few IC months...

Does my character know of this island or do I have to wait untill someone tells me IC? ))

((The News Post, "Island of ArmaLuna," points to a boat on the Wilven Sancturary Docks. I'll edit the thread and add it in somewhere.))