Shaeth

I will ask you when I get back online :P

((Can I sign the charter? :D))

Mc name- Schwaertz Ic name- Asch Schwaertz Do you have a villain application- No.. What will you contribute to the guild- I will contribute a determined fighter, and gatherer. Do you agree to follow and obey the rules?- I agree, and will obey! What previous Experience do you have?- I was one of the Cresents.. with Markus Powell. What have you done to promote the ideals of Aeriel?- I have been living by her rules for quite some time now, and tell people how it's like. Once in the guild, what branch will you belong to?- The workers branch, or the guard branch, depends on what is needed! What is your level in the skill the branch uses (for merchants write N/A) - I just started today, so my level is mining is just 5. But it will increase drastically as we speak! Have you signed our charter?- I have not yet. But if you require it from me, I will!

I sign your charter! A place for the elves apart from the Mori'Quessir is needed! :) ((Thing is, I did not like Laurelin too much, maybe the next elven village would just be huge God Trees, and houses running down from them, or little trees that are turning into houses. I couldn't find my way through Laurelin XD))

-Reserved-

- Chapter One - Arrival I woke up I made it, I have finally made it to my homeland.. the Land of the Elves. I stumbled along the paths of Malinor, into the capital of Malinor; Laurelin. It was there that I came across a very tall human figure, later knowing this man was "Ser Markus Powell". The first thing he did was give me some food, as he saw my skin was dry, and my face was worn out. I accepted without hesitating, and chew on it as if it was a feast. And a feast it was, for me atleast. For I had not eaten any decent source of food for days. Starvation was nearing, and that piece of bread put me back on my feet again. This 'Giant' as I sometimes call him now, he was the first to care, eventhough he was not one of the Elves. I thanked him with all my heart, and asked him a couple of questions. Food, income, and work. That were the keywords of those questions. "The Cresents", was all he brought out. He then left, after greeting each other and saying "Farewells". As I wandered around Laurelin, an eagle suddenly passed by. I followed it with my eyes, and as it disappeared in the sunlight, a small note fell on the ground before me. I did not notice it, until it was dragged alone the path, by the wind. The sound it made took my attention, and I picked it up. --------------------------------------------------- At the end of Dawn, come find me at the Temple. That is, if you truly wish to be one of us, One of "The Cresent". Only those deemed courageous enough, Will be able to join. A noble heart, a spirit unbreakable. That is, what we Cresents seek. --------------------------------------------------- Curious as the Elf I am, I waited at the Temple, till Dawn ended. And there he stood once again, the Giant named "Markus". He asked me if I was ready, and I just nodded. e jumped right off a cliff, and landed on his feet. "The Spirit of the Temple will protect you, you will not fall!" was all he said, from down there. I closed my eyes, and just stepped forward, and as if I was a feather, I slowly fell down. When I opened my eyes, I was thrilled. This sensation was addictive, but I was not here for fooling around. Markus ran before me, telling me to follow. Swift and agile as I am, I was able to keep up with him, and his enormous footsteps. We entered a thick forest, had to fight off a few Undeads, but we arrived at his Camp. A bed was already laying there for me, and a chest full of tools and weapons, to use only for the "Will of the Cresents". The Cresents, a guild made for protecting and serving the People, rather than some King or Queen. We are the Shield of the Citizens. We help anyone in need of it. Be it Dwarf, Orc, or Human. I, an Elf, will help you. Markus taught me their ways of the Blade, and the Bow. I have had the proper training in it myself, but learning from others does never harm your skills. So we practiced, and practiced. When he deemed me ready, we head out into the Wilds. Back to back, we overcame all challenges it gave us, leaving only the corpses of slaughtered Undead behind. Days past, and me and Markus became attached to each other, being the new Mentor I had missed for so long. I respected him, and acknowledges him, as a Friend. When we came back to our Camp, there stood Epilon, a muscular man, and also a member of our Order. We got introduced, and I immediately became fond of Epilon. He was a kind bloke, but not be mistaken, he was an superb fighter. As the day came to an end, we all searched for our beds, only to fall asleep untill Morning. - Chapter Two - Epilon woke me up that next day, he was assigned a Task by the Druids. We needed to tame Wild Wolves, and bring them back to Laurelin. "Tame Wild Wolves?" I asked, and he silently nodded. Only a fool would go on such a Task, or someone devoted for a cause. Epilon, I think he wanted to become a Druid of the Forest quite badly. And so we went, to seek the wolves he so desperately needed. We marched out in full gear, not knowing what would lie ahead of us. At sunrise we began to move, searching the lands of Aegis for any wild wolves. At night, was hid in caves and holes, for the Threat of the Undead was too much to handle with just the two of us. As if the rise of the Moon was their Master, they began crawling everywhere, even in the caves we were hiding in. We fought of a few waves of them, bandaging up our wounds as we went on. We came across a Boathouse, and took two boats with us, into the ocean. We peddled across the sea, leaving behind Laurelin, and even Malinor. And we entered Krugmar. Epilon did not feel safe here, and neither did I. The smell of blood reeked everywhere, these lands were filthed by those Orcs. Brutal as they are, they slaughter everything they get their eyes on, even us if we were not cautious. We climbed hills, and passed trees. Stealthy sneaking around, keeping our eyes open, and our ears wide. But on our journey, we never came across any wolves. We gave up, and head back. Through the lands of the Orcs, towards our own, Laurelin. As we were nearly back at our Base, Epilon and I departed, promising we would meet again soon. As I entered Laurelin, I walked upon a beautiful waterfall, flushing from inside on of the Great Trees. I sat down near it, and a voice got me off guard, and scared me almost to death. "Greetings" He said, and I greeted back. The man was called Thysa, and his nickname was one to be heard all across Malinor. "Nightmare Druid Thysa", I softly whispered, as I also had heard rumors about him. He was actually quite kind, and shared a bowl of soup with me. "Dawn made this, it's famous around here" he told me, and I assumed Dawn was his wife. Thysa loudly laughed, and I became embarrassed, knowing I had made a huge mistake. "She is the former Queen of the Oren, the Human people!" He replied to me, and I was stunned. A former Queen had made soup for others? What news was that! We talked about the Druids, and this "Grove" as he called it, I had no idea it had a name. A Grove is the place Druids have to relax, and meet up. Just as Warriors have their Warhall, Druids have their Grove. We talked for quite some time, and he had been running late. So, as always I greeted him kindly, and we were both off to another location. I walked across the Elven Bridge, and a Elf ran past me, almost knocking me off my feet. While I was following his movement three others chased after him. They finally caught up with him, at the end of the Bridge, and surrounded him, blabbering things as "I am hungry!" and "Shall we take a bite, Master?". The surrounded Elf spoke to one of them, begging him to listen. "Please Ben, Mother wanted to see you.." and the one supposingly being Ben answered. "Nonesense! Liar!". I had no idea what had just happened, but I decided to watch the conversation, and observe the "Three Demonic Figures", as I decided to call them. Instead of actual teeth, they had fangs. They gave me an omnious feeling, but they scared me not. I tried to come between them all, but as I did, the surrounded Elf took his chance, and ran away. The Three chased after him, yelling at him and quite enjoying themselves if I was right. Like a Lion playing with his prey, that's what they were. Still shocked by what I had just seen, I stumbled into a Pub, asking for an ale. The bartender gave me a back glass, seeing I needed something bigger. "Drink up, lad. You see a bit pale!" he said, and I only grinned. "You got that right, that sure was weird.." I replied, and drank it up.

Schwaertz - Shaeth Ashborne.

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: Schwaertz Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: I did not, for I live in NL.. How old are you?: I am now 24 years of age :). Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+1. Europe, The Netherlands Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I have a good enough grip on the english language to make proper sentences! It could use improvement, but I think I am good enough at it, to RP decently. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name's Mario. I am 24 years of age, as said before. I live in the Netherlands, and was born and raised there also. I work as a tiles layer. Have my own bussiness in it with my father. In my spare time I like to game. RPGs to be exact. I love RPing, and that is the main reason i applied here! How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can be on for approx. 3-4 hours a day. Give and take a few. In weekends I can be on more. So I'd say 20-25 hours weekly.. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: RPing... To me it means playing a character you've always wanted to be. I've always been fond of Medieval movies and books, and I love to imagine pictures with books I read. It's using your imagination to create a world you'd live in. Playing out your character's life bit by bit. I've been RPing for quite some time now, having breaks to actually play games in between. But always keeping it in shape. The pleasure you get from events you participate in are what I love about RPing, and the actual Growth of your character. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Powergaming: Powergamers tend to do things that are 'Godlike' in the RP world. You cannot just slash open your enemy, without giving them the time to react to the situation. RPing is all about Action-Reaction. If you disturb that balance, you Sir are Powergaming. Metagaming: Letting your character know things he could not possible know. If I read on the forums that the guy I came across has a scar on his back, I would not know that IC. It's bringing Out of Character details into In Character world. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect nothing, I just hope this server gives me all the fun that a real RP server should give. I wish to have a few raids with my IC friends/allies, and enjoy the life I get in the game. Hopefully make a friend or more.. I -expect- however, that people are decent RPers here, and not little children that destroy the fun of it.. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've played a few RP servers, but most of them are near dead. No one online, or just 1 or 2. I want a massive server, with 10 people online per Faction. I want events, and fun RPs. I do not want to run around for 2 hours, not seeing a single soul.. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have, and I understand them quite well. How did you hear about us?: I saw the vids on YouTube, and figured this might be the server I have looked for. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have and I was 454 :P. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Shaeth In-Character: Character Name: Shaeth Ashborne What is your Race?: Elf Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Age: He is approx 127 in Elven years, but has the looks of a 18 years old in human years. Appearance His azure blue hair seems to glow when the warmth of sunlight touches it. He's a bit taller than your average human, with his 2,10m. People often tend to think he's shorter, because he always walks with his shoulders hanging, and his knees a bit bent. But that pose got burned in, from when he was still young. The little rascal always hanged around in the woods, trying to make himself unseenable for the eye. Swift and stealthy passing by while staying in low profile. He wears a large cloak, the hood always hanging. He doesn't like being mysterious, eventhough he carries a mysterious presence with him. Jesters, Bards and Minstrels always had that kind of presence, people can't judge what kind of persons they are, and Asch loves the fact that people can't seem to place him. "It's better to hold people off, when you're traveling so much..". Personality: Cheerful, always laughing. Shaeth loves to fool around, and tries his best to make people laugh aswell. He's your typical Jester, and always manages to make people's day brighter than it is. Do -NOT- get on his bad side though, he tends to make your life horrible if you do. Background: Not going into too much detail, Shaeth has had a great youth. He was taught the ways of the Flute by his uncle and closest friend, Viegh(Weak/Veak) Ashborne. He did not know his parents, but heard they were two angels. His mother died giving birth to Asch, and his dad died soon after. He couldn't live with the fact of being alone, without his beloved wife next to him, and jumped off a cliff. Only a note was left to his Brother, with his nephew in a basket. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Viegh, I am sorry to give you this burden, but as I am now, I cannot give this wonderful child the love and caring that he needs. When looking at him, I look at Varna (Shaeth's mother), knowing she won't ever see her beautiful son, and husband again. My heart tears in piece everytime I see him, and I do not want to live without Varna anymore. I've decided to join her in the afterlife, and await your arrivals. Much love, and farewell, Your Brother Ethraziel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shaeth used to read the letter over and over, confused about and doubting the love of his father. Viegh would always comfort him, cheering him up to look forward, and never look back. As years passed by, Viegh and Shaeth would travel from town to town, performing wherever they could. In the spare time they had, Shaeth would be taught more about being a Minstrel, and the ways of a Duelist. Viegh made a Flute for Shaeth out of Dwarven steel, known to be able to break swords, if parried right. They practiced as much as they could, knowing there would be a time Shaeth would have to bring those lessons to reality eventually. The day came when Shaeth and Viegh were passing through a thickly grown, dark forest. They were attacked by bandits, and Viegh did his best to protect Shaeth. Shaeth himself managed quite remarkable, being it his first actual combat experience. He fend off the strikes of 2 ambushers using both his Flute and Gladius, while making a whirlwind kind of turn. Being brought out of balance by this trick, one of the bandits showed a large opening, and Shaeth did not hesitate once to slip his Gladius deep inside the bandit's liver. As the blade was pulled out again swiftly, the bandit collapsed to the ground, and began chokin in his own blood. The second bandit, seeing what happened to his comrade, became frightened, and as he turned to Shaeth again, his face turned pale. The boy had a grin on his face, as if a devil had taken control of him. The heat of battle had awakened a fearsome force, and without pausing after his attack Shaeth dashed in for the second bandit. -Kill the bastard, I must kill this criminal!- went through Asch's head. Not giving the bandit any time to put the whole situation into perspective, Shaeth swinged his Flute towards the bandit's head, who on his turn raised his sword to repel it the impact, not knowing it was the flute that was raised. With accurate and smooth movement Shaeth disrupted the slash of his Flute, kneeled down a bit and shoved his Gladius in his attacker's throat, piercing it and pushing the bandit back on the ground. Viegh, who fought off the remaining attackers, appeared behind Shaeth and put a hand of Shaeth's shoulder. "It's over son, we got them all..." As Shaeth turned around towards his uncle, Viegh shrunk together. His hand reached for his side, and blood came leaking on his shirt. It was then Shaeth realized the urge of it. "Uncle! Hang in there.." he softly said, while bowing down towards his wounded, sole remaining family. "You'll be alright! Just stay with me" he whispered, while grabbing his uncle's hand. But his words were futile. His uncle's lifeforce drained drastically, and nothing Shaeth did would save his beloved 'Father'. "Be strong, and give this old man a decent farewell!" His uncle said, having a warm smile on his face. His time had come, but he was so proud of his nephew, his son, his dearest friend. "You did excellent Shaeth, You made me proud!". "Don't remember this sad moment, think of the times we spent together, and live on!" were the last words that came out of Viegh. His head falling to the side after, Shaeth knew he had lost everything. He was alone. - 5 Years later - -Song-- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~There once was a bloke named Viegh, often was said to be weak.~ ~But he sliced and diced his foes to the ground, leaving the smell of iron to reek.~ ~Old and grey, young and strong. Not a man that stood in his way.~ ~'Cause they all were scared and **** their pants, when Viegh had something to say.~ ~Old man Viegh, one to be feared, when playing and singing a song.~ ~He passed away, with honour and might. Always right, and never wrong.~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sad face covered the Minstrel, who continued his song with a symphony on his Flute, in a crowded bar. "Hey lad, play us a happy song will 'ya!" a man shouted from behind the bar, possibly the owner of the cavern. The Minstrel looked up, Visibly offended by what the man just said. "I will, don't you worry gramps" he replied, insulting the cavernkeeper for being so rude. "Ladies and gents, the name's Shaeth and I will be your host tonight!" He introduced himself, with the same smile on his face like always. "Who's going to be the first to buy the host a drink?" He then said, smirking. Several people started to raise their hands to order a drink, and Shaeth knew it were to be a great night. Your characters ambitions: To have his songs heard all across the land, to find a place to call home, and to be joined by companions he loved and finds trustworthy. Shaeth loves adventure, and has been wandering the world for many years now, seeing things some could not deem possible. He wants to be the best known Minstrel in the land. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Shaeth is a loyal one, he would not hesitate to jump in the fray, asking the bandits why they're attacking the elf. He does not like to resolve to violence, but cannot watch as one of his kind is being assaulted. A brother in trouble is not a good thing to overlook, and Shaeth would feel ashamed if he would not help out, trying to talk them out of the situation. Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? "Greetings dear Sir" Shaeth would say, making a polite little bow as he finished his sentence. "I was wondering if I could have a look at what you have in store, if that's alright with you.." He'd then ask the Shop owner, staying kind and respectable towards the fine lad. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information: I do not have any other information I think.. I've made everything pretty clear :P..