Ventai

A Mali'aheral adorned with blue robes and a grey shirt stands nearby the other two figures. His head bowing itself into a nod as his lips curl into a crude smile upon the speech's completion. He then allowed a few words to escape him, entering into the air before him. "The construction of this organization is but another step to be taken towards Judgment. Soon we shall be able to grant atonement to all those sinners." The Mali'aheral spoke, his eyes wandering over those that have gathered afterwards. ((ventus2/ Adniel))

MC Name - ventus2 Character Name - Zeliek Profession - Lumberjack, Wood worker Profession Level - Veteran - Veteran Combat Or Magic Training - Paladin-ism as well as being trained in most weapons. Skype Username - zoki858

MC Skin (Novaskin link or MCskin): http://imgur.com/DOdVHjZ IG SN: ventus2 Order (Trans, Simple BG, Detailed BG): Simple BG Details of what you want (Position, if background): If possible, I would like him standing with a smile on his face and a misty golden sword resting on his shoulder as he is a Paladin. Picture of Payment (Pay me AFTER you get the piciture): Will do when its done.

What is love?

You can count me in. Sype - zoki858 Edit: Murdok is too good for this.

Alright, I would like to see what you could do with this. Thanks in advance. http://imgur.com/7L5i7Us

Teacher Application MC Name: ventus2 Skype: zoki858 IC Name: Corvo Magic/magics you use/know: Sensory Illusion, Electrical Evocation, Necromancy, Void Translocation Magic/magics you wish to teach: Sensory Illusion, Electrical Evocation, Void Translocation How long have you been practicing these magics?: Sensory Illusion: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/87893-corvos-ma-self-taught/ Electrical Evocation: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/100731-corvos-electric-evocation-ma-self-taught/ Void Translocation: Shortly after the MAT removal

Initials: "S" Race: "Our race is that of an Elf" Kingdom of Residence: "Residence? There is no need for such. The roads are our home." ((MC Name)): ventus2

What is love?

No reply is returned from Corvo

An slender elven weaver stands idle as Alrian spoke, A moment of silence long lasted until a few words escaped his lips out into the air. "The Adherency breed nothing but unintelligent swine. Together there shall be change. I shall go with you."

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Legatus walks forth towards the parchment, An arm outstretched to take grasp of the paper. His eyes wander about its contents as his lips unlatched to release a small amount of laughter into the air. "Bhafel take a look at this, they speak they can defeat all that appose them. Sounds like a challenge." Legatus then releases a shout into the vacant air around him "Come and find us or we shall find you!" (Mc names: Legatus- ventus2 Bhafel- Icelifreakx)

You wish for this one’s story? Truly it is of no importance to anyone, this one is but a nobody in this world. Yet still I will provide. My name is Corvo De’pale, I simply grew up in a small little town within Asulon. When this one was old enough I was consumed by a small sin, Greed. Truly this one wished for power for a simple reason. I wished to be a king. So I and a few friends began a little gang of thieves that stole about in the lands of Anthos. Not long before then I decided to expand my source of money to that of larger quantities. Slaving was my source to obtain such a weight of money. However wounds and blood stained my crew through all we performed. I required power, A source of protection for me and my friends and thats when I learned my first art, The art of Illusion. I began to study such art until certain conflict occurred with myself and the Dark Brotherhood. Honestly I rather not speak of such, as I think back about such it leaves a sour taste within my mouth. The guild disbanded and I continued my studies until I became adept within my art. To my surprise a new opportunity was granted to me, a man with a hat grant me a lead role with resurrecting his old group of bandits, The hatters. We ruled the Oren docks in Asulon performing many crimes, including that of infiltrating the all mighty High elven city, until he gained the bright idea to kick myself and my partner out. This one had rage within his eyes anger to the bone and then an old friend came, one from my slaver days. His veins were bulging on his arm, jet black blood staining his veins such color. With his hand holded out he spoke to me “Corvo what a pathetic display you host, come with me, our lord awaits.” I took his hand and before I knew I was upon the ground in moments. A strange dark art was given to myself, Necromancy. Later on this one joined the Mages guild with my master. As of now we are within Athera and I am but a master of my arts and still but a mage to such guild. Now please do leave me be, it is all you require to know about myself. I am Corvo a necromancer and this is my lord of the craft.

Corvo's thin frame leans backwards into the large chair, Eyes wandering about the meeting hall to take notice of all present within it. His head dipped to form a solemn nod as only one word was produced from his general location "Agreed."

A fully robed, frail, skinny figure brings his arm downwards forth towards the scroll, Slowly opening it before his eyes wandering about it's contents from within the shade of his hood before he began to unleash a small amount of laughter into the air. Shortly after his lips unlatched themselves to allow a few words to be spoken in his current area "How utterly disgusting, have we downgraded to vile insects that know not how to keep ourselves secret?" The figures body twisted in place before bringing his feet forth to move off, a single drop of spit flying downwards to hit the grassy ground bellow.

Corvo shakes his head upon seeing the parchment, fingers warped around a fishing rod as his lips creek open to emit a small amount of laughter.

Drone is a good role player with bad family values. I say +1 to him.

He will get shot one day I know it. +1

Stop being a high school bully pls.

4/10 Not enough worshipping of the FSM