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About ldjulius

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  • Birthday 08/01/1989

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    Darcy Cottonhill
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    Halfling

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  1. ldjulius

    The Dunshire Police Golem

    *Darcy walks up to the note, placing his own short story next to it for all to read.* I've copied this tale in me own records fer keepin' in me library. Perhaps I'll make a copy o'this n' other tales fer keepin' in the Dunshire library as well! As I've always said, Cottonhills are terrible with keeping records, but we're just as bad at remembering rules--which is why we often inadvertently break them. So, I apologize in advance fer this story. But, this is certainly a tale that must be told! I was out fishin' juz the o'er mornin' (lucky me, I caught a pearl! n' a heap o' lakefish) when I saw the ole golem standing stock still at the bottom o' Lake Dunshire. I was shocked, thinkin' maybe he was broke or stuck or dead. So, o'course I shouts to the bloke, "Oi! Wha're'ye doin' down there?" Course e' couldn' hear me, I tossed me line out at em' a couple o' times. Smacked em' twice with me fishin' rod's bobber, but he didn' move a budge! So I jumped in after em' thinkin' for sure the ole' chum was busted down at the bottom o' the lake. I get ta swimmin' out to em' an lo'n'behold he comes right out I'm the wa'er, carryin' me with him! Oi guess e' thought I's in distress? But I was tryin' ter save his rocky butt (o' course I hadn't thought about how to a wee one like me was gonna drag a 9 foot tall golem outta the lake...) So we get back ter the shore--he was draggin' me outta the wa'er by me bare feet. After a bit, after shakin' off the water from me overalls, I got back to fishin', askin' the ole golem questions an what not about why e's down there swimmin'. Roun' that time, I'd say it was after elevenses or maybe second lunch, this Dwarf (e' kept callin' himself a Dwed...) comes swaggerin' up all confident n' such. No tellin' where he came from. I think he said where, but I wasn't payin' no attention. An given the look on e's face (and all the trouble we been havin' in Dunshire) I was expectin' nothin' but trouble. Jus then, the stone giant starts up shoutin' "MUST. PROTECT. LEAVE. DUNSHIRE. KILL. DWED. INVADER." in that monotone voice e's got. And so the Dwed starts talking history, how this golem is a Dwed golem, how he's gone rogue. How, if we Alflins' aren't careful, he's gonna blow up Dunshire fer good. I was feelin' tired from all the fishin' (and uninterested in the stranger's history lesson), so I fell asleep on the dock. I woke up to hear Phalanx shouting again, "HERE. TO. PROTECT. THE. WEAK. ONES. AM. NOT. OWNED. BY. DWEDS." With his big axe raised high above the Dwarf's head, like he was going to smack him dead. Suffice it to say, the ole Dwarf buggered off. And I praised the ole golem (breakin' the rules...SORRY!). Then I starts to askin' him lots o' questions. But he's all standoffish. Says, "WILL. NOT. TELL." So I pushed him some, beggin' him for a story. I sat down on a pumpkin by the dock, and he starts to open up n' tell me about e's life. I wuz askin' him, "where you come from?" and "who made you?" and what not. It was just around then the bugger picks me up! He puts me on his shoulder n' carries me outta Dunshire! He was tellin' me his whole life's story while we're walkin'. And I'm riddin' the stone bugger like a bear! CAN YE BELIEVE IT?! I RODE HIM! (this was certainly against all the rules, but he put me up there himself!) Intermittently along our way, he's walkin' round Dunshire shoutin' "VILLAGE. IS. SAFE. MUST. STAY. ALERT." And I'm 9 foot up in the air yellin' "YE' BIGGUNS DON' STAND A CHANCE NOW, STINKERS! TRY N' BANDIT DUNSHIRE NOW YE NINNYS!" I'll admit a got a wee bit carried away. It's not everyday ye' get ter ride a Golem and see the world from 9 foot up! I felt like a Biggun! Nay! I felt like a pointy eared Elf! And so the big, stone bugger takes me fishin'! FISHIN'! He walks me square up to the big bay just west o' Dunshire (the one that leads out to the sea and Haelunor) and he juz lets me fish! Jus stands there in the shallows of the salty water n' says "WEE. ONE. CAN. CATCH. SATLY. FISH. NOW. PHALANX. WILL. PROTECT." And there we stayed well after moonrise catchin' perch n' herrin' n' all sorts of other saltys. We fished late into the night. Talking n' fishin' n' eating biscuits n' jam. I told him he was a joy. I told him he was a friend. (praising him, and breakin' another rule). And he asks me, "what's joy." And, "what is friend?" And I'm no teacher! I tried to tell him some jokes. But he didn't know how to laugh! Or what jokes was! I asked him, "why'd the Golem cross the path?" and he just started at me like a hoot owl at night. I says, "He didn't! He was stone still" And I nearly fell off his shoulders laughing! But look: I'm just a fisherman and a poet. I don't teach nothin'! So I tried to explain human emotions and laughter and jokes to a stone beast... an lemmie tell ye: it went as well as ye'd expect. Nowhere. Ha! But our conversation was wonderful all the same. And we made a strong connection, I'd like ter believe. But how can ye tell when yer tryin' make friends with a big ole' rock. Anyways, he carried me home, close to daybreak. We wuz both tired as hell, or as tired as a golem can get (I was dog tired myself!), and I reached out my hand and says, "Fist bump, buddy!" and wouldn't ya know, the son of a stone reached out his big fist n' bumped me back! His bump knocked me right on me rump! We both laughed. Or...er.. I laughed n' he made this strange, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." noise in that monotone voice o' his. It was the best o' days I've had in Dunshire in many a moon. This golem is a gift from Knox. Or Squidlord Arugula. Ye can't ever be sure when it comes to the gods.
  2. ldjulius

    The Cottonhill Family

    The Cottonhill Family The Cottonhill's family lineage spans back well before the charter journey from Axios; however, the Cottonhills have always been terrible record keepers--preferring rather to live in the present. Therefore, precise records of their origins are impossible. Fortunately, Mirabell Cottonhill (formerly of the Barleyoats before marriage) began keeping records in her recipe books once they settled in Atlas. Mirabell married Aldagrim Cottonhill upon settling in Fernswood. After the loss ot two children during childbirth--while living in Fernswood--Mirabell and Aldagrim relocated (along with the other Halflings) to Dunshire, where the Cottonhills have remained ever since. ~*~ The Family's Culture and Tradition The Cottonhills have always been a bumbly bunch. Goofy at heart, all of the Cottonhills have valued joy, generosity, and kindness above all. If there is time for a laugh, time for a good chuckle, or time to pause and enjoy the moment, the Cottonhills have relished it. Expert singers and master drinkers, the Cottonhills have always prided their ability to drink Bigguns' under the table, as well as their ability to write lines of verse. Both Darcy Cottonhill and his father, Andywise Cottonhill were poets (as well as fishermen--the tradition of Cottonhill men). Like most Halflings, the Cottonhills are by no means fighters. They're a peaceful bunch. Though, like raccoons, they've been known to get rather defensive when cornered. And don't let their family's short, plump statures fool you! They're quick on their bare feet and nimble as foxes. ~*~ Cottonhill Family Appearance All of the Cottonhills never pass up a meal. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, anytime worth eating is a time you'll find good company among the Cottonhills. For this reason, many of the Cottonhills are rather chubby. Though it has long been a matter of fact among Halflings that Mirabell Cottonhill was one of the most beautiful Halflings in Dunshire (arguably, of course!). Most all of the Cottonhills are redheaded, an uncommon characteristic that could hint to Dwarven genes in their ancestry. Though (again, due to terrible record keeping) it's impossible to know for certain. One thing is sure: all of the Cottonhills are short. And by-in-large, their eyes are hazel, though some exceptions have been noted, for example, Darcy. ~*~ Religion Due to their history as fishermen, the Cottonhills have chosen (most often) to worship Squidlord Arugula. However, Darcy Cottonhill, in defiance of his father, chooses to worship Knox & Squidlord Arugula. The price, of course, being that he is often cursed with catching shoes and sticks--more often that catfish and lakefish. Though Darcy has yet to take note of the correlation between his lack of devotion to Squidlord Arugula and his fishing success (or lack thereof). ~*~ Family Artifacts Mirabell "Gran" Cottonhill's Biscuits n' Jam recipe: Perhaps one of the most notable biscuits and jam recipes in Dunshire, this recipe dates by generations. Notable for their flakiness and moist suppleness, "Gran's" biscuits are something of a delicacy among the Cottonhills and among Dunshire. Aldagrim Cottonhill's blessed fishing rod: As legend has it, Aldagrim met Squidlord Arugula who blessed his rod with the gift of luck. Consequently, Aldagrim is one of only a few residents of Dunshire to have been know to catch (and subsequently release) the Great White Squid from Dunshire lake. Aldagrim passed down his lucky rod to Andywise, who subsequently passed the rod down to Darcy--who now (due to his half-invested faith) only benefits from half the rod's luck. Mirabell "Gran" Cottonhill's lucky ring: Given to her by Aldagrim upon their relocation to Dunshire, "Gran's" ring was caught by Aldagrim from the depths of Dunshire lake. It's unknown exactly where the ring came from, or who the previous owner was; however, it has proven quite lucky. Darcy has won many a shogging match from wearing "Gran's" fortunate ring. ~*~ Current and Deceased Family Aldagrim Cottonhill - deceased Mirabell Cottonhill - deceased Andywise Cottonhill (son of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased Belba Cottonhill (daughter of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased Bell Cottonhill (daughter of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased Rosie (formerly Underfoot) Cottonhill (wife of Andywise) - deceased Darcy Cottonhill (son of Andywise & Rosie) - living in Dunshire Sam Wade Cottonhill (son of Andywise & Rosie) - living, although his whereabouts are currently unknown
  3. ldjulius

    A concern for safety.

    *Darcy walks over to Huck's note, posting his own beside Huck's* The Cottonwood Family can't take any more of this Biggun aggression. We're kindly folk! We don't wants no orcs or other Bigguns just crawlin' into our burrows tearin' down ceilings n' such! Just this week an Orc came crawlin' in n' tore me roof in! I would second Huck's motion. The Alflins need help. We can't be fending off all these nasty Bigguns by ourselves with our shovels alone! And as a special token of appreciation: I'll give anyone who helps a big helpin' of me Gran's favorite biscuits n' jam recipe! Affectionately signed, Darcy Cottonhill
  4. ldjulius

    Dunshire | Job Census

    Out-Of-Character IGN: ldjulius In-Character RP Name: Darcy Cottonhill Race: halfling Age: 28 Job / Occupation: Fisherman, Poet Residence: 3 Lake's Root, Dunshire
  5. ldjulius

    The Halfling Voidronauts

    We was all rather surprised when the ninny came back from the void so fast! It was as if Knox saw em', smacked him on the rear, n' said, "off ye go!"
  6. A Cottonhill always makes time for biscuits n' jam.

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    aesthetics
  7. ldjulius

    Ldjulius; Ban Appeal

    Understandable. I'll bear that in mind in the future. Again, sorry for the trouble.
  8. ldjulius

    Ldjulius; Ban Appeal

    I'm aware of where the mines are. What I'm arguing here is that I had the full intention of remedying those mines, but I was banned for leaving floating trees and could not remedy them. I apologize for them being there, and I had the intention of fixing them; however, I can't fix a mine if I can't access the server because I've been banned for another infraction.
  9. ldjulius

    Ldjulius; Ban Appeal

    Report: There is no formal ban report Minecraft Name: Ldjulius Rule Broken/Disputed: Strip Mining Character Witnesses: None that I am aware of Event Details: I was banned yesterday for leaving "floating trees." While I may have done this, I do my best to make sure that I eliminate all trees and their leaves when I am chopping wood. Apparently, during my time being banned for leaving these "floating trees" I was also banned again for "strip mining." I understand where this occurred and was in the process of collecting wood to build structural support for this "strip mine;" however, I was banned for floating trees and therefore could not finish gathering wood for to build trellises for the mine. I am fully aware that strip mines do not make sense in the role play environment. And, it was my full intention to remedy this; however, as I previously mentioned, I was banned for leaving floating trees and could not possibly have remedied this mine because I was unable to access the server.
  10. ldjulius

    Ldjulius Ban Appeal

    Report: [No Report Available] Minecraft Name:[ldjulius] Rule Broken/Disputed:[unsure] Character Witnesses:[unsure] Event Details: I have no ban report. This is my first ban. I'm not sure why I've been banned. I never intended to break any rules (and didn't break any that I'm aware of). If I have broken a rule, I'd like to know what that rule is so I do not break it in the future. Forgive me if I offended someone, again, I never intended to break any rules. I'm honestly unsure why I have been banned from the server. Screenshots/Vids: [None to submit]
  11. First night in Asulon was rough. A traveler in Seventus was kind enough to lend me a sword. I managed to acquire some apples and a hot bowl of mushroom soup as well.

    1. Garet867

      Garet867

      thats about as lucky as

      you will get. by the

      next day some orc will

      be "taxing" you.

  12. Calan is ready to find a home in Asulon

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