theSUPAHstar

This. Is. A. Roleplay. Server. I never joined this server over a year ago hoping to PVP.

I clicked on it without thinking because I had just woken up. Luckily it was just a .rar download and I just had to run the .exe to do anything.. which I didn't.

MALI’AHERAL CITIZENSHIP APPLICATION: Name: Merandil ((MCName)): The_Supah Origins of your birth, and your place of living: Malinor and before I had come to our great city I had wandered. How can you declare you are Mali'thill? If my appearance is not enough to prove it, both of my parents are Mali'thill, and as are their parents, along with their parents, so on and so forth. Not a single drop of my blood is that of an impure race. Why do you wish to become a citizen of our cihi? I wish to continue my studies in the peace of our great city, and to be around my kin, away from the other Mali. What is your personal vision for our blessed race? We are a race of scholars and intellectuals, the purest form of elves. I envision our community to grow beyond our current walls, and prosper. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you? To progress, though still maintaining your purity, for it can hinder your progress. What Elven phrase do you particularly take to heart? Please explain why: I am not particularly familiar with the Elven language, though I'm learning. What is the subject of the first book you may submit to the college? If I were to have the desire to do so, it would likely be on the art that I am currently studying, and will practice after some time; alchemy. What would be your reaction if you ever saw a human, orc and unknown Mali'aheral travel the Anthos Highway together? Such Mali'aheral I will disregard as my kin for traveling with such disgusting species. Perhaps they have a reason to be with the human that could be put aside, though I could not imagine why they would be associating themselves with such a disgusting creature as an orc. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the mali’aheral? None at the moment.

As you walk the streets of Oren, you notice thousands upon thousands of papers flying about on the streets. You curiously pick up one of the papers and read it. Upon the paper lies a story, which seems to have been written by a child. The story would read: "This is the terrible tale of a terrible man named Godfrey. One day, Godfrey had decided he wanted to sell a home. He walked down to a farm home that would only fit a single person in it, and put a price on it, 50,000 minas! Godfrey smiled with pride and mounted his horse, himself in shining diamond armor. Afterwards he rode up to his castle, and on the way, he cut off several heads of peasants, and nobody seemed to care, because Godfrey had brainwashed all of the humans and simply allowed him to cut off their heads. He also stomped on several small dogs and cats along the way. Before he could make it back to his castle, he had recieved a bird that someone wanted to buy the farm home. He had sold the home for 50,000 minas, along with a fair tax of 100 bundles of wheat every two days. He had soon found out that he wasn't getting any tax after the 300th bundle of wheat should have came in, and ordered 20 of his best men to march to the house and burn it down to the ground. Godfrey then resold the land to a peasant, after collecting the char from the burnt wood, and sold them for 100 minas each to the towns people." The story abruptly ends there, no signature or anything of the sort.. odd.

To explain the situation, my former accepted account theSUPAHstar was hacked and taken away from me. I need said account to be un-whitelisted and for my new account The_Supah to be whitelisted so I can come back to LotC.

Arturas walks up to the grave, making sure no one is around as he kneels down to it then speaks, "I meant to come and speak to you of something.. the day of your death.." he pauses a moment, his face growing a bit red, "I'm sorry, Tyler.." After a few moments, tears begin dripping down his chin, his midnight black hair covering most of his face then speaks again, "T-Tell my wife I said hello.. and I'll see her again.. soon.." he seems to hesitate at the last word, then walks off, a low growl resonating from him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Barthal steps up to his younger brothers' grave, his expression calm. After a moment of staring he pulls a large steel claymore from his back, gently placing it onto the top of the grave as he sadly speaks, "This is my apology.. for not being there with ye' when ye' died.. I hope that ye' can accept it.." He brushes a bit of his unkempt, and slightly gray hair from his eyes. "I will make sure that as long as I live, everyone I meet will know about you; one of the greatest men and warriors that have ever lived.. they will all raise mugs in your honor." he stands up slowly before walking off, unclipping a bottle of ale from his belt and tilting it back over his mouth, chugging it.