Dontbepissed

Tormund Oknir smiles proudly, looking to each of his warriors eyes.

"We 'ave finally settled land! Clan Oknir will grow strong once again, we will insure the safety of the Gorundyr!"

He pounds his chest, and all the men and women follow suit, they cheer and start construction on Oknarus.

Tormud nods and rises, clapping his uncle on the back and thanking him.

"My uncle speaks true, he is far wiser than his years. If he believes in you Morvan Orvar, than so do I."

Tormud kneels, and motions for the rest of his clan to do the same.

"I Tormud, Cheiftain of Clan Oknir swear to serve, and protect the united Gorundyr people of clan Oknir and Orvar. I will follow you into the void Morvan, blood of old Barid. And by doing so I name you Yagar, my honorable King."

Tormud rises, along with the rest of his clan and grins. "Now let us begin the feasting!"

Tormud remains silent for awhile staring deep into the fire, collecting his thoughts. He slowly rises and looks around at every Gorundyric man or woman that had come.

"It is true, you hold the right of Barid, and the title of Yagar. Though by my honor as chieftain of Clan Oknir I cannot refuse, however, the Gorundyr people are clanfolk, they prefer to stay among clan. I fear lands would be given to the clan of your blood more so than my clan simply because you favor them more. I would only willing do so with the blessing of my uncle, Giorsal Oknir."

All eyes stare at Giorsal, waiting for him to rise and speak his mind.

Tormud stands and gathers his thoughts before addressing the group.

"You are right, the men of Oren are the least of our worries now. I have gathered our supplies together upon carts, Clan Oknir is waiting to move at the slightest notice. My uncle Giorsal has been gathering our Warband, the Shields of Stone. Clan Oknir has yet fully recovered from out past war, most of our warriors killed, and our city of Oknarus burnt. I believe we should make the journey together, to insure the safety of the Gorundyric people; splitting up when we reach our ancient land will insure the safety of our young and old."

Chieftain Tormud Oknir stands and nods towards Morvan Orvar. "I am Tormud Oknir, chieftain of Clan Oknir, we have come to seek out the remaining Gorundyr people hoping to insure our future in this perilous time." As he speaks he walks around the large fire that burns in the center of the circle. "As you all may know, we have made very little friends with the land of Oren. This puts us in harms way, for their devout number far more than ours. If it came to such blows I fear we may not stand up to such assaults. We must seek the survival of all our people! We must protect the young for they are our future, and strive to honor and please our gods for they are our divine protection!" He looks to Morvan ready for him to respond.

As the cold intensifies and the crops stop growing altogether Clan Oknir gathers in their Ritual House. Chieftain Tormud Oknir speaks first, such is his right as leader of the Clan. "We have come here this night to discuss the future of the Gorundyr people." "I will be taking our people to speak with Clan Orvar." "All willing, able bodied men and women may join me, the rest will stay here and protect the village." With no one to speak against him they prepare to leave.  A few men and women leave with Tormud Oknir, heading towards the last known location of Clan Orvar.

NOTE! THIS APPLICATION IS NOT FOR A MEMBER OF THE HOUSE OKNIR, THIS IS FOR SIMPLY JOINING THE CLAN! 

If you wish to play a character within the House Oknir, you must send me a private message. Thank you for you're time

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Clan Oknir

"Forever Will We Protect"

The Clan Creation Legend

Clan Oknir is an ancient clan, dating back to when the Gods bestowed life onto mankind. Though they had no written history of this time, the members of the clan pass down a very old legend. This legend follows the story of Horas Oknir, savior and hero of Clan Oknir.

When life was given to mankind Oknar, the god of craftsmen and stone allowed a few devout humans to build a village at the base of his mountain. When Maratsu was destroyed and his body put under the Heart Tree, a tomb was created to honor this fallen god. The tomb was guarded by demons and threatened the people of the village. So the warriors gathered and set out to purge the tomb. Upon arriving they found an ancient club; it is a gnarled root from the Heart Tree. When the warriors brought this weapon home Maratsu's corruption followed. Slowly the corruption seeped from the club into the minds of the people, it drove them mad, and eventually forced them to take action against Oknar, who loved and blessed them. The night before the corrupted warriors scaled the mountain, Oknar's champion Horas had a terrible dream of the coming events. He climbed the mountain early the next morning and waited, sure enough the corrupted warriors found their way to the summit. Oknar's cave was right in front of them, however Horas stood in there way. They blindly charged him, long did they fight, Horas taking many wounds but not a single man could make it past him. When all had fallen Horas bellowed at the top of his lungs and fainted, the corrupted club and bodies of all the Gorundyr at his feet. Upon hearing this Oknar went outside and found Horas and the corrupted club, in one hand he held Horas, and in the other he held the club. Oknar blessed them both and set them down safety at the bottom of the mountain.

When Horas woke up he was gripping the club, no longer corrupt, now a powerful weapon blessed by the god. Horas knew he had to thank Oknar somehow, he ventured around Savaar, gathering men and women who would follow him. When he and his flock returned they built a village on top of the old one and named it Oknarus, land of the devout. In the following years Horas married and had children, thus Clan Oknir was born. Forever have they been the guardians of the mountains and the most devout of Oknar. With his blessing they gather strong stone for their buildings and ore for their weapons.

The Destruction of Oknarus

Many years after the death of Horas, Clan Oknir was attacked by another clan because they desired to have the club themselves. In the midst of this war Oknarus was sacked and much of the city burned, thankfully the Ritual House survived and within it the club. The war between the two clans lasted for many generations, both equally matched in power and money.

However after the fall of Oknarus Clan Oknir had all but given up. A young warrior from house Oknir, Tormud fought in the shieldwall of his Warband. His father Caelin Oknir, chieftain of the clan ordered him to retrieve and safeguard Horas' ancient club. Tormud sprinted through the ruined city and secured the club, for no one had tried to steal it, fearing the wrath of Oknar. Caelin knew that with this club in their shieldwall, the strength and might of Oknar flowed through their shields. The next day both clans gathered on the plains outside of Oknarus, ready to finish this war, and fight to the last man. Caelin ordered the Warband to form a defensive square, Tormud stood in the center holding Horas' club and chanting widly to Oknar. The rival clan charged and soon surrounded Clan Oknir's Warband, all hope had seemed lost. The Warband began to faulter, the men being chipped away slowly; Caelin losing hope, begged for Oknar to bless them with victory. Loud did Tormud scream as he continued to chant, then suddenly the earth gave way, heaving and shaking every last man to his core. Then all at once the men realized this was done by Oknar and quickly rose up continuing the fight, breaking rank and stepping over the men they slaughtered. The battle was won quickly after, the earth continued shaking, and the enemy to shocked and frightened to form a resistance.

That night Clan Oknir stood triumphant, though terribly shaken; their city destroyed, their people killed, and their Warband all but slaughtered. The Clan slowly broke apart, men and women seeking new homes and lands. Only the Oknir family remained and they all scaled the mountain of Oknar one last time, carrying Horas' ancient club with them. When they arrived they set the club at the entrance of Oknar's cave, daring not to go in, and simply left, for they believed greedy men would continue to wage war over it.

Surviving the Scourge

After the fall of Oknarus, Clan Oknir was all but destroyed, fortunately taken in by a neighboring clan. All went smoothly and peace was kept until the "Dark Ones" attacked. The Gorundyric preists named then followers of Maratsu, the remaining Gorundyr fled south to the great Cloud Temple. There they learned the dark beings were called Scourge, together all the Gorundyr people went through a large portal, to a new a safe world. There the clans marched north, ultimately splitting off, continuing their old ways. 

Clan Traditions

Coming of Age

The coming of age was a very important part of Gorundyr culture. It was the staging point for young warriors to finally prove themselves to their entire clan. 

Doing this was no easy task, a young warrior would have to make a massive pilgrimage. They had to do so completely alone, all warriors must do this separately. By visiting everyone of the God's shrines they prove themselves their faith and courage.

When they return home they must finish this journey by visiting there Ritual House and speaking with the Gods. By doing so they are excepted into their Warband and society, if a warrior fails he he cast out and shunned.

Ritual House

All Clans have a Ritual House which act as a sacred place to commune with the gods. Each temple houses the Gorunprestr and their servants. The inside of the ritual house is often undecorated and houses the histories of the Gorundyr and the respective clan in the form of tapestries and other written forms. Outside the building would often be much more detailed; intricate carvings, bright decorations, and seating arrangements. All sacrifices were held outside and would be followed with a night of feasting and recreation.

The Shields of Stone

The Shields of Stone were named by their current chieftain Tormud, because of their strong devotion to Oknar, as well as their battle prowess. The Warband is all about standing ground and letting the enemy make the first move, their formations showing this. The Shields of Stone favor the shieldwall, like all common Warbands, but unlike most they also commonly use a defensive square, they then put their skirmishers inside this square. 

The warriors of the Shields of Stone fight for money, land, and resources. Someone could buy the services of this Warband, but they are no mere mercenaries, they fight for glory and honor. This Warband follows a strict code of discipline, ever reinforcing their legendary ability to never flee or waver in battle. 

The equipment the warriors bring varies between each solider, but like most Gorundyr they use hand axes, swords, spears, sometimes larger bastard swords. Almost every soldier uses a large round wooden shield covered in hide, in the center lies a metal boss for protection. These shields are held and connected by a small strap, making them very defensive as well as offensive. Warriors decorate their personal shield differently, usually with a god they favor, or a symbol of their family. Very rarely you will see men using no shield at all, wielding two axes or swords; Clan Oknir calls these men Berserkers. A more common sight then Berserkers would be skirmishers, such as archers or even spear throwers, these light troops stand behind the shield wall and throw projectiles.

The men of this Warband armor themselves with boiled leather, chainmail, and very rarely platemail. Leather is worn by every warrior, offering decent protection, making them agile and light. Chainmail is more rare, worn by the richer; offers more protection and makes them just as light as the leather counterpart. Platemail however is worn by the very few, made of iron, making them very powerful.

 Clan Members

Bloodline:

Tormud Oknir (Dontbepissed) - Tormud was born into Clan Oknir during their long time of peace, living under Oknar they worshiped him stronger than the other gods and had a special connection. When the clan went to war, Tormud himself used Horas' ancient club to call upon Oknar, who answered and ultimately won them the battle. He then led his people south during the Scourge attack, and ledd them to this new world. He continues to rule to this day. He is 37 years of age.

Styr Oknir (Stabbedurmom) - Styr is younger brother to Tormund, he is wise, yet smaller than most Gorundyr. This does not bother him he carries a longbow, and favors the trees in combat. Along with his falcon companion Vor, he scouts far ahead of the Warband to gather information. He is 29 years of age.

Cormac Oknir (Daelaris) - Tormud's son Cormac is young and has yet to prove himself. He is handy and quick like his father. He is 16 years of age.

Giorsal Oknir (yopplwasupxxx) -  Giorsal is Tormud's uncle, he is a veteran warrior. After the loss of his father Tormud is very keen to listen to Giorsal's advice in battle and looks at him as a close friend. He is 46 years of age.

Uisdean Oknir (Vacant) - Tormud's cousin and life long friend, she is a strong shield-maiden, and claims she is the same blood as Oknar himself. She is 24 years of age.

Lodin Oknir (BradtheImpaler) - Lodin is Giorsal's son, cousin to Tormud. He is slightly older than Cormac, making him 19 years of age. He will soon depart for his Coming of Age trial. If taken in by the clan he shows capable skill with axe, as well as a smithing hammer.

((Many other family members can be added at any point, just wanted a starting point. Just message me personally if you wish to add another family member.))

Other Clan Members:

Mjoll (lola0009) - Mjoll is a female sheildmaden, set finding out her past, and fighting for the future of Clan Oknir.

((If you wish to join, pm me on the forums or in game!))

MC Name: Dontbepissed

Your Full Name: Amar'thanor

Your Age: 414

Your Gender: Male

Are you moving in alone or with family/friends? (Specify if second option): Alone

Are you of full Mali blood? Yes

Of which subrace(s) are you? Wood Elf

What skills do you have? Archer

Yeah im so happy elves cant handle RP...

Climbs into a tall, skinny oak tree to the left of the road. Then starts to stay his elven name over and over again, drilling himself. His northern accent disappears as time passes, he then settles down and waits.

Ignar looks to his father donning a mix of Elvish armor and does the same, he selects a long bow and grabs a hand full of elven arrows. Before rallying to Aedric he brushes his elven ear for good luck and sets it aside.

"Aye, damn elves won't see whats comin'!" Listens to the last words of Aedric and starts to prepare for battle. Ignar pulls out his sword and begins to sharpen it on his whetstone humming a war song in his head. He leaves his armor knowing they will kill the elves and wear their armor.

Aedric piked up his newest dark elf head, a hundred something male who spat on him. The dark elf head seemed to look down onto Aedric as he started to walk away.

*walks up to his father Aedric. "Oi father I 'ave two more 'eads er'. *pats the heads on his belt and grins. They t'ought they could attack me. *chuckles and rubs the pommel of his sword.

"Tha' is what I shall do, my lady. People mistake us fer savages, and savages we are not."

Aedric points a finger to Patrick,

"Der's your barbarian, my queen, da' savage who provokes war..."

Aedric smiles, and lowers his hand whilst cocking his head, swiftly turning back to Kyral,

"We will talk to Wha't Roze, by the sword of me father, I do so swear."

With a confident grin, Aedric bows before the King and Queen, turns to leave, smirking at Patrick, giving him a sarcastic bow, and walks out the gates.

*Listens to his brother's words and prepares to leave, then turns to Patrick. "Ye' best ope' ye' dont see me', *spits the last words out. "ye' ah' scum. *Walks out with Aedric.

Thorin's eyes bulge as he hears his uncle start to utter an insult. Thorin cuts off his uncle with a quick blow to the gut, and stares at Cynric meaningfully, hoping he had gotten the message.

*Grunts, and nods getting the message. He remains quiet until Aedric speaks.

"We have better supplied armies than you, and our stocks are full of fresh new armor. We replace food daily, and the lowliest commoner, God bless his hard working soul, is fed three meat meals a day. If your men are so strong, and you are all so resiliant, how is it that Northern armies lost the North to the Undead in Aegis?"

Patrick waits a moment before talking again, letting that sink in

"You are lucky your dirty hides are allowed to grace His Majesty King James and Her Majesty Queen Kyral's presence. If I was a guard here, I would stop such dirty and foul smelling men from entering the palace.

Oren doesn't need, nor want bloodthirsty berzekers running around. We have little to no crime, and don't even need guards in the capitol because of it's loyal citizens. You could bring us nothing useful but as meat shields for braver, and more worthy men."

*Bits his lip as Patrick Horen speaks, he bites so hard he draws blood. "Ye' say my ides' are dirty and ow' I shouldnt be er', well thats because of ah' ard' work, we nobles of ah' ouse' dont sit- *Is cut off by Thorin Ulfhaedyn.

Ah' ye' mad, we ave' ancestors that go back proudly' to Aegis. Ye' say we ah' wildlings, and build omes' in harsh climates. Well we du' su' tu' stay ard', not soft like ye'. We grow plenty a food, ah' stores ah' well supplied. Ye' say we ave' no weapons and armor to fill ah' shelfs, aye well thats cause wer' puttin' them on strong nothern men.

Cynric Ulfhaedyn walks into the courtroom, his feet banging against the hard floor. He had heard the allocations of Patrick Horen. Hearing the words, he recognized the voice.

“That half-wit…” Cynric mutters under his breath. Cynric takes his place next to Aedric. “Ye‘…” Cynric stares directly at Patrick. “Yer’ insults to me an’ me family is all lies! Ye’ say I talk to ye’ like ye’s a whelp? Aye, I do now. I only asked if ye’ were interested in joining us as a huscarl, yet ye’ not give me a chance and spit in my face. Ye’ yell at me because of me blood, because of Norsem. Ye’ say me a traitor and a coward, yet ye’ were the one who went runnin’ off after ye’ spit in me face, wit’out given me nah’ chance to explain me-self. Ye’ be tah’ coward, runnin’ away jus’ tu’ lie about us. Wut’evah’ Norsem did, was nah’ ‘cause us. It were hes’ decision. Ye’ call us cannon fodder? Then wut’ be ye’?”

I support Isaac because he taught me how to rp as an orc a lot better than I was. He welcomed in to Lord of the Craft. I hope you make him a GM

Minecraft Account Name: Dontbepissed

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in the Eastern Standard time zone. My country is the United States of America.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, english is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I love to play computer games such as minecraft, World of Warcraft, and Overlord. I like to listen to Metal, and some Dubstep.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can be on the server about 3 to 4 hours a day, 4 to 5 days a week.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is the act of stepping into the shoes of a different person; becoming them, you could say. You take on their temperaments, responsibility, personalities, and memories. It is to take on an entirely separate identity limited only by your mind.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have role played on World of Synthesia, and Overture 4.5.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is knowing something your character does not know. EX: Your irl friend tells you he has the location to a camp that is undefended. You cannot just show up there instantly saying "Hey I just randomly got the location from my head." This is metagaming because a player IN-GAME cannot take things he/she knows OUT OF GAME and use it IN-GAME.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: When you Roleplay something that may be impossible to do, or leaving another player no chance to make a comeback. EX: You are walking on a dirt path to your village; suddenly a thief jumps from the trees and head locks you.

He then pulls out his dagger and slits your throat. This is powergaming because he gave the other player no time to react.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be friendly, creative, and very open.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I play on World of Synthesia but I have not left yet.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read all the rules about this server and agree with them.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I promise to abide by all said rules and laws on this server or any other site/program about this server.

How did you hear about us?: Quixoticelixerr, and TMGMaXdAmAgE told me that I should apply for it being a good server to play on.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yes http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/49420-bradashs-app/

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): No

Character Name: Bradash (No last name for I have left my clan to become a sellsword, upon returning I should receive one)

What Race are you?: Orc

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Bradash was born in the town called Sanjezal, in the nation of The War Uzg. Sanjezal, like all orcish towns, was in the desert. The sand was hot and the sun even hotter, but Bradash was an orc. He was made for this; his very skin was described as leather. Bradash's hut was small and cramped. You could see many patched holes and some mold growing in the corner, though his father did not care much for looks he was all about war.

Bradash's father, Vorg, was unable to join the Krughai for he was physically handicapped. Therefore he tried his hardest to sculpt his son into the form of his perfect vision. Vorg wished his son to become a blessed warrior, his skills to rival even the gods. Vorg trained Bradash so vigorously he would climb into his flee-ridden bed and collapse, his muscles not moving an inch. Every morning he would break his fast with dry beef and runny eggs, all the while groaning.

Bradash donned greasy leather armor with chipped iron bracers, for his father wished him to have strong arms. Next he would grab a heavy wooden training axe scraped and chipped from previous days. The handle was old oak banded with even older leather. The head was dull from countless training lessons. It was of old oak aswell, for it was cheap. Bradash would attack a dummy for several hours. Vorg trained him in many forms, including Beserk, Agressive, and Defensive.

Beserk being Bradash's favorite form was fun to train. He loved the recklessness of it and how his axes would find the target without guiding hands. Vorg called this very thing Warrior Instincts, but told him not rely on it to much. Bradash also knew how dangerous it was, by always keeping his axes spinning it left him seriously unprotected. Bradash would slash left and right, always looking for an unprotected side. Bradash knew Beserk was nothing without strength and if he had a moment's rest, all would be lost.

The Agressive stance was known to Bradash, but he had no real love for it. Vorg always instructed him as if it were pushing the opponent back but keeping his perimeter under control. Bradash did this very thing by using his axe as a weapon and shield. He would attack with the head then slam them with the butt of his axe finally getting ready for another strike. He would use the shaft or cross-guard as a shield to lock up the enemy's weapon or knock it out of his/her grip.

When Bradash is in defensive he allows his fellow brother to attack the enemy. He does things that seem ***** to a normal warrior, such as taunting the enemy to distract them or to simply take the opponent's mind off of the battle itself. He would also move constantly so the enemy was to keep his eyes moving, or be given a certain fate. Bradash knows it is not the common orcish way, but in battle, certain things are needed at certain times. If the tactic works, Bradash and his fellow brother should not be hurt.

After his father died, Bradash was to use his training in real life, so he left the town of Sanjezal and sold himself as a sellsword. He ventured throughout Asulon taking part in massive battles that swayed the acts of nations. Bradash knew his father would be proud, watching him from Krug's Palace. He also knew that he was not making any impact on the orcs. A grevious thought came to him one night after a deadly battle. 'How would I be remembered among my kind if I never saw them, and how will my father be proud if I am never known to my people?' he thought to himself.

What is your Character's ambitions?: My ambition is to join the Krughai, and maybe one day become a Warboss. The only thing I have ever learned was to fight.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My favorite tool is the axe but most of my brothers call it the Lusk. I prefer this weapon because it is heavy and cuts through armor and bone as easy as if it were water.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I have a great vision for any flaws in the enemys defense.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): I have to use a link for my application is too big. It gives me no room to upload a screenshot. http://s1144.photobucket.com/albums/o498/Dontbepissed/?action=view&current=2012-04-05_233136.png

Other Information about your Character: I was told this is optional.

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

PARAGRAPH FORM:

Bradash walks up to the scene. "Wud lat duing?!?" "Leave orc before we kill you to."

said one of the warriors. "PLEASE HEL..." said the halfling. One warrior slams the halfing to the ground and kicks his head knocking him out. "Now for this orc..." The warriors brandish their weapon and stroll over to Bradash. "Warriors I guna gib lat ash mure chance. Leab!" said Bradash. "I like you orc, maybe you could join us." said one of the warriors. As one of the warriors is talking to Bradash the other one goes through the halflings things. "Dun do dat!" Bradash starts to walk over to the unconscious halfing when a blade appears in front of him. "No! Don't try to check on it." The warrior leaps at Bradash with a short sword. Bradash unslings his massive two-handed axe and parrys the blow just in time. Bradash inhails a massive breath and does an overhand blow start on the warrior crushing him with the massive weight. The warrior, weaponless, puts up his arms. Bradash cleaves the warrior, killing him.

RP SCENE:

Bradash walks up to the sceen.

Bradash: Wud lat duing?!?

Warrior1: Leave orc before will kill you to.

Halfling: PLEASE HEL...

Warrior2 hits the halfing over the head knocking him out.

Warrior1: Now for the orc.

Warrior1 walks over to Bradash, weapon in hand.

Bradash: Warriors I guna gib lat ash mure chance, leab!

Warrior1: I like you orc, maybe you could join us.

Warrior2 attempts to go through the Halflings things.

Bradash: Dun do dat!

Bradash starts to walk over to the unconscious halfling.

Warrior1 puts his sword between Bradash and the halfling.

Warrior1: No. Don't try to check on it .

Warrior1 leaps at Bradash with a chipped short sword.

Bradash dodges the swing and unshealths his massive double bladed axe.

Bradash performs an overhand swing in Warrior1's direction.

Warrior1 parries, but loses his sword.

Bradash kicks the warrior down and cleaves downward for the kill.

Warrior2 attempts to run away.

Bradash dives, tackling the running warrior.

Warrior2 struggles, but the Orc's arm strength is too great, and he cannot escape.

Bradash drags the warrior.

Bradash arrives in the village and throws the warrior into the town square.

Bradash returns to the halfling, and realizes he's dead.

Bradash digs a 6 foot ditch, and throws the halfling in, burying him.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

PARAGRAPH FORM:

Bradash walks into the stall. "Hello orc, what do you want on this fine day?" asks the merchant. "I hab kom fur dah zult" says Bradash. "Oh yes your the orc they sent." says the merchant. "Follow me orc." Bradash and the merchant go into the very back of the stall. The merchant opens a iron bound chest and takes out a gleaming diamond sword. "Now youve' seen it, it will cost ye five hundred minas. Bradash nods slowly while keeping his gaxe on the diamond sword. The merchant closes and locks the chest. "Now the minas orc." says the merchant. Bradash and the merchant exchange goods. Bradash then leaves the stall with the chest and its valuable good.

RP SCENE:

Bradash walks into the stall.

Merchant: Hello orc! What do you want on this fine day?

Bradash: I hab kom fur dah zult.

Merchant: Oh yes your the man they sent.

Bradash: Yub

Merchant: Follow me orc.

Bradash and the Merchant go into the very back of the stall.

The Merchant opens a iron bound chest and produces a gleaming diamond zult.

Merchant: Now youve' seen it, it will cost ye five hundred minas.

Bradash nods slowly while keeping his gaze on the diamond sword

The Merchant closes and locks the chest.

Merchant: Now the minas orc.

Bradash and the Merchant exchange goods.

Bradash then leaves with the chest.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

PARAGRAPH FORM:

Bradash enters the tent and notices how old it looks. Bradash notices the chest in the

corner. "Wud ez dis?" Bradash peers into the chest and sees a golden zult or sword and some iron ingots. Bradash is very low on ingots but feels if he takes all it would be wrong. Since the tent looks very old he takes three of the seven and leaves twenty minas in there place with a sign that says I tuk three of dah ingots fur myself but leab twenty minas.

RP SCENE:

Bradash enters the tent.

Bradash: Dis be uld!

Bradash: A chest! Wunder wut ez in der...

Bradash peers into the chest and sees a golden zult and some iron ingots.

Bradash checks his own bag.

Bradash: I bi low on ingots! I will take some ub' dem.

Bradash takes some of the ingots, but leaves twenty minas.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

PARAGRAPH FORM:

Bradash approaches the man. "Hedo, I am hungry und need fud', lat gut any?" said Bradash. "I'm afraid not, we are running low and only feed the working." said the man. "Wut kan I du?" said Bradash. The studies the camp and thinks. "Oh! We seem to be running low on fire wood." "Me kan du dis, would I get fud'?" said Bradash. "Yes sir, get us the wood and you get the food." said the man. Bradash heads into the wood and finds some branches on the ground. He props the branches up between two rocks and cuts them into smaller, manageable pieces. Bradash returns to the camp, and trades the fire wood for food. "Tank lat!" said Bradash. Bradash stays the night and then continues on his journey.

RP SCENE:

Bradash: Hedo, I am hungry und need fud', lat gut any?"

Man: I'm afraid not, we are running low and only feed the working.

Bradash: What kan I du?

The man studies the camp and thinks.

Man: Oh! We seem to be running low on fire wood.

Bradash: Me kan du dis, wuld I get fud'?

Man: Yes sir, get us the wood and you get the food.

Bradash heads into the woods.

Bradash finds some branches on the ground.

Bradash props the branches up between two rocks and cuts them into smaller pieces.

Bradash returns to camp.

Here dah wood!

Man: Thank you. Here is your food.

Bradash: Tank lat!

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

PARAGRAPH FORM:

Bradash overhears the man talking and walks over to the commotion. "I wull help." "Good you look strong, we need that out there." "Wud I get if we wun." "Minas orc, minas." When the battle commenses Bradash heads right into the fray. Bradash cuts down the first bandit in front of him within seconds. I heard heavy breathing behind me and ducked just in time as the head of a warhammer slammed into my last position. I went into Agressive tirering the man outuntil I could easly cut him from head to toe. When the bandits ran I returned to the city. "Wer my reward?" "Here orc you did good, you saved us." Bradash receives minas and adds it to his sum.

RP SCENE:

Bradash: I wull help.

Party Leader: Good, you look strong. We need people like you out there.

Bradash: Wud I get when we win?

Party Leader chuckles.

Party Leader: Minas, Orc, minas.

Bradash heads into the frey.

Bradash slices at the first bandit.

Bandit is struck and holds his arm.

Bradash shoves his sword into the bandit's unprotected chest.

Bandit crumples to the ground, dead.

Bradash ducks.

Bandit strikes air.

Bradash enters Aggressive form, and performs a quick blow at the bandit.

Bandit parries.

Bradash stikes a quick but hard blow again.

Bandit dodges.

Bradash strikes a quick, underhand blow.

Bandit tries to dodge, but is stabbed, and crumples to the floor.

Bradash walks back to the city.

Bradash: Wer my rewurd?

Party Leader gives Bradash the minas.

Bradash walks away, putting the minas into his bag.

Minecraft Account Name: Dontbepissed

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in the Eastern Standard time zone. My country is the United States of America.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, english is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I love to play computer games such as minecraft, World of Warcraft, and Overlord. I like to listen to Metal, and some Dubstep.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can be on the server about 3 to 4 hours a day, 4 to 5 days a week.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Role playing is acting out another character as if it were yourself.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have role played on World of Synthesia, and Overture 4.5.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is knowing something your character does not know. EX: Your irl friend tells you he has the location to a camp that is undefended. You can not just show up there instantly saying "Hey I just randomly got the location from my head." This is metagaming because a player IN-GAME cannot take things he/she knows OUT OF GAME and use it IN-GAME.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: When you Roleplay something that may be impossible to do, or leaving

another player no chance to make a come back. EX: You are walking on a dirt path to your village, suddenly a theif jumps from the trees and head locks you. He then pulls out his dagger and slits your throat. This is powergaming because he gave the other player no time to react.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be friendly, creative, and very open.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I play on World of Synthesia but I have not left yet.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read all the rules about this server and agree with them.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I promise to abide by all said rules and laws on this server or any other site/program about this server.

How did you hear about us?: Quixoticelixerr, and TMGMaXdAmAgE told me that I should apply for it being a good server to play on.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yes http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/49313-dontbepisseds-app/

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): No

Character Name: Bradash (No last name for I have left my clan to become a sellsword, upon returning I should receive one)

What Race are you?: Orc

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Bradash was born in the town called Sanjezal, in the nation of The War Uzg. Sanjezal, like all orcish towns, was in the desert. The sand was hot and the sun even hotter, but Bradash was an orc. He was made for this; his very skin was described as leather. Bradash's hut was small and cramped. You could see many patched holes and some mold growing in the corner, though his father did not care much for looks he was all about war.

Bradash's father, Vorg, was unable to join the Krughai for he was physically handicapped. Therefore he tried his hardest to sculpt his son into the form of his perfect vision. Vorg wished his son to become a blessed warrior, his skills to rival even the gods. Vorg trained Bradash so vigorously he would climb into his flee-ridden bed and collapse, his muscles not moving an inch. Every morning he would break his fast with dry beef and runny eggs, all the while groaning.

Bradash donned greasy leather armor with chipped iron bracers, for his father wished him to have strong arms. Next he would grab a heavy wooden training axe scraped and chipped from previous days. The handle was old oak banded with even older leather. The head was dull from countless training lessons. It was of old oak aswell, for it was cheap. Bradash would attack a dummy for several hours. Vorg trained him in many forms, including Beserk, Agressive, and Defensive.

Beserk being Bradash's favorite form was fun to train. He loved the recklessness of it and how his axes would find the target without guiding hands. Vorg called this very thing Warrior Instincts, but told him not rely on it to much. Bradash also knew how dangerous it was, by always keeping his axes spinning it left him seriously unprotected. Bradash would slash left and right, always looking for an unprotected side. Bradash knew Beserk was nothing without strength and if he had a moment's rest, all would be lost.

The Agressive stance was known to Bradash, but he had no real love for it. Vorg always instructed him as if it were pushing the opponent back but keeping his perimeter under control. Bradash did this very thing by using his axe as a weapon and shield. He would attack with the head then slam them with the butt of his axe finally getting ready for another strike. He would use the shaft or cross-guard as a shield to lock up the enemy's weapon or knock it out of his/her grip.

When Bradash is in defensive he allows his fellow brother to attack the enemy. He does things that seem ***** to a normal warrior, such as taunting the enemy to distract them or to simply take the opponent's mind off of the battle itself. He would also move constantly so the enemy was to keep his eyes moving, or be given a certain fate. Bradash knows it is not the common orcish way, but in battle, certain things are needed at certain times. If the tactic works, Bradash and his fellow brother should not be hurt.

After his father died, Bradash was to use his training in real life, so he left the town of Sanjezal and sold himself as a sellsword. He ventured throughout Aegis taking part in massive battles that swayed the acts of nations. Bradash knew his father would be proud, watching him from Krug's Palace. He also knew that he was not making any impact on the orcs. A grevious thought came to him one night after a deadly battle. 'How would I be remembered among my kind if I never saw them, and how will my father be proud if I am never known to my people?' he thought to himself.

What is your Character's ambitions?: My ambition is to join the Krughai, and maybe one day become a Warboss. The only thing I have ever learned was to fight. I was trained in the arts of blood and fire, I feel I would be a key peice to the puzzle.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My favorite tool is the axe but most of my brothers call it the Lusk. I prefer this weapon because it is heavy and cuts through armor and bone as easy as if it were water.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I have a great vision for any flaws in the enemys defense.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character: I was told this was optional.

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

Bradash walks away nonchalantly as if he has not seen a thing. 'Everything man should fight his on battle.' he thinks to himself.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

"Hedo I hungry, lat hab boar meat?" "Yes sir I believe I do, that will cost you ten minas." "Ukee dat sound fair tu me." Bradash exchanges good with the merchant.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

Bradash strolls over to the chest and looks inside. "Wow, dat be alut of gud tings!" "Me tink I will take dat." Bradash quickly takes the sword and some of the ingots, then continues on his journey.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

"Hedo, lat hab fud?" "Yes we do, that will cost you twenty minas." "WUD!?! Dat be alut." "Yes we are about to run out." "Ukee... Dis nub be fair but fine."

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

Bradash overhears the man talking and walks over to the commotion. "I wull help." "Good you look strong, we need that out there." "Wud I get if we wun." "Minas orc, minas." When the battle commenses Bradash heads right into the fray. Bradash cuts down the first bandit in front of him within seconds. I heard heavy breathing behind me and ducked just in time as the head of a warhammer slammed into my last position. I went into Agressive tirering the man outuntil I could easly cut him from head to toe. When the bandits ran I returned to the city. "Wer my reward?" "Here orc you did good, you saved us." Bradash receives minas and adds it to his sum.

Minecraft Account Name: Dontbepissed

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time/ Virginia

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, it is my native language

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am fourteen and love to role play on servers. I play other games and listen to Dubstep, and Metal.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 3 hours a day, about

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: I have been Role-playing for awhile now and play on other Minecraft role play servers. Role playing is talking through a different person

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have role played in World of Warcraft, World of Synthesia, and Overture 4.5.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is knowing something that your in game character does not know. EX: Lets say someone tells his friend over Skype the location of a city. The person who heard this over Skype can't just walk over to the city (he doesn't know the location to) and say "Hi, I somehow new exactly where this was.. I just did, honestly."

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is doing something that would not be possible in an roleplay situation. EX: A guy wants to kill someone so he walks up and busts open the door instantly without any chance to respond.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to friendly, creative, and active.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I play on World of Synthesia, and Overture I did not leave them for they are good.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I do

How did you hear about us?: Quixoticelixerr, and TMGMaXdAmAgE told me

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: No but I will after this is posted.

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraft...-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): No

In-Character:

Character Name: Krogar

What Race are you?: Orc

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Krogar was born on the scorching desert sand, his mother was a tough women and being orcish she did not mind. Krogar's father was a great hunter his family never went hungry. Krogar grew up watching his father hunt wild boar. He soon learned to wield and axe and take the meat off an animal. By his seventh spring Krogar went hunting with his father. Krogar's father was kind and often told him stories of Krug and how he defended the orcs. Krogar had dreams of fighting along side of Krug and gain land and glory for the orc.

When Krogar was coming upon his seventeenth spring his father was called to battle. The local chieftain assembled fifty orcs from the surrounding camps and called them together, they were to march on a small human settlement and were to burn and loot. The warriors never returned, when Krogar was of age to live by himself he journeyed to try to find his father. He found a giant pit full of forgotten bones. The skulls that were intact had fangs protruding from there jaws. After awhile of inspection he realized they were orcs and upon finding a sign he noticed it was the warriors sent to kill the settlement...

Krogar was furious he returned home and started to gather his things, he was blind to his thoughts. His mother soon saw and asked what he was doing after he explained poorly she realized what he saw and meant to do. She tried to stop him but to no avail, he left and started towards the last known location of the humans. After weeks Krogar found ruins of a small farming village, he thought this might of been where the attack happened but he was hit by confusion. If the orcs were killed how did they attack, he thought to himself. Krogar found no evidence of an orcish attack, usually orcs plant banners on the dead but there wasn't any.

Krogar spent two months there searching and looking but he found nothing, he was furious. After returning to his orcish camp his mother looked sick. She had to hunt by herself when her son left and had been hit by a boar. "Momo why lat hurt?" said Krogar. "I gut klomp by a boar Krogar, ima be flat soon." said Krogar's mother. "Nub, lat wunt momo, I su sorry!" said Krogar tiers filling in his eyes. Five days later he buried his mother and left the village. Krogar needs somewhere else to live, somewhere to forget his mother, Krogar needs humans to klomp.

What is your Character's ambitions?: To join the Krughai and by Krug's grace become a Warboss.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My favorite tool is the axe.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Krogar is great at hunting and enjoys killing humans.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character:

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

Noticing that they are orcs he walks over to watch. Both orcs look up and see Krogar, be hungry they tell him to go away for they are hungry. Krogar doesn't listen and walks over pulling out his dual axes. The orcs respond by brandishing there weapons and run towards Krogar. When the fight starts the halfling attempts to run away, noticing this Krogar throws one of his axes; it slams into the halflings back shattering his spine. Krogar kills the weakest orc and lets the other one run. Krogar does not eat the halfling for its to small for him.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent "Ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

Krogar uses his hands to ask what he does, when the man does not make an attempt to answer he gets angry. He tries again, but the man notices his anger and gets angry himself. It is getting bad quick Krogar starts and walk away but the man grabs his shoulder, this is a very bad idea. Krogar slams his shoulder in the mans nose and brandishes his axes. The man cries for help but is cut short by Krogars axes. Krogar hides in body as best as he can and leaves.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

Krogar immediately tried to hack open the chest notices it was banded with iron. He couldn't hack it apart, so he searched for a key. After a long search he gave up and walked on.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

Krogar approaches wearily noticing they aren't armed. He walks up to a well dressed man and asks for some food, since the language barrier he had to use his hands. When he was brought some mushroom stew he eats and requests a place to stay after it is denied he slays the man and challenges the other men. When they denie he leaves feeling angry he couldn't spill more blood.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

Krogar does not pay attention, he has no love for humans and wishes this town burned any way. Krogar leaves and town and hears screams and sees the town burning, he smiles to himself and walks on.

Minecraft Account Name: Dontbepissed

How old are you?: 14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time/ Virginia

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes it is my native

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am fourteen and love to role play on servers. I play other games and listen to Dubstep, and Metal.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: About six days out of the week.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: I have been Role-playing for awhile now and play on other Minecraft role play servers. Role-playing is living a life through a different person life.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have role played in World of Warcraft, World of Synthesia, and Overture 4.5.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is knowing something that your in game character does not know. EX: Lets say someone tells his friend over Skype the location of a city. The person who heard this over Skype can't just walk over to the city (he doesn't know the location to) and say hi I just magically found this!

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is doing something that would not be possible in an roleplay situation. EX: A guy wants to kill someone so he walks up and busts open the door instantly without any chance to respond.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to friendly, creative, and active.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I play on World of Synthesia, and Overture I did not leave them for they are good.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I do

How did you hear about us?: Quixoticelixerr, and TMGMaXdAmAgE told me

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: No but I will after this is posted.

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): No

Character Name: Jon Edricson

What Race are you?: Human

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Northern

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Jon Edricson's father was pure northmen to the bone. He hunted, killed, and provided. Jon was born four years before the undead attacks, his family resided in the local villages surrounding Old Alras. His father was a recruit in the Alrasian Army and protected the great bastion of the north. When the attacks started his father was called into the city and given orders. He was sent with fifty other men to Jon's village and were to surround it at all cost. Jon's mother had heard gossip that the undead's minions were seen in the local areas. She warned her husband and he warned the troops who were defending Jon's village.

Then they came, they attacked with such numbers. Never wavering, always coming, by the end of the first night five men had fallen. Jon's father was wounded, he took an arrow through his axe arm and was unable to fight. That night Jon's father was in denial. The next morning he attempted fight again, and this proved a very bad idea. The first minion cut him from shoulder to hip. Jon saw this and instantly bolted from the door, he then leapt at the undead. When they fell tumbling to the ground Jon slammed his fist into the undead's face. The undead spat at Jon, picked him up and threw him onto the ground.

Jon was about to be butchered on the spot when another villager thrust his spear through the undead. It's knees buckled and it died on top of Jon. That night Jon sat crying as his father burned along with the other men. Jon's mother took him to Alras where he has lived ever since. Jon is thirty years of age this coming spring. He plans to join up with the Alrasiasn Army and never let such monstrositys happen to any Northmen while he gives breath.

What is your Character's ambitions?: To join the Alrasian Army

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Axe

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Jon is great with the axe, as his father was a guard in the very army Jon wishes to join.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character: Jon has a burning passion for the night and any minion of the undead.

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

Jon noticing that they are orcs charges into one and jumps up, he then pulls out his axe on his back and uppercuts the orc he took down in the face shattering his jaw and slicing his brain in two. Jon then notices the other orc has the halfling by the throat. The orc then slices the halfing across the throat and throws him aside, Jon then finishes off the orc and calls himself and failure. He buries the halfing and walks home.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

"I come for your darkest ale." They make the exchange and Jon walks away a happy man.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

Jon looks around and notices no one is around. He then checks the lock noticing it is firmly secure. He frowns and looks around the tent. He sees some dirt is disturbed and finds a key there. He opens the chest and takes all the wares. Jon walks back home with his pockets full and a grin on his face.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

"Ello there, what is this place?" "Were a trading camp we have everything you need." "I would love some food and a nice map, but alas I have no money." "Hmm that is a problem, you could work it off.." "Alright that sounds fair, give me yer axe."

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

Jon talks to the guard captain and ends up joining. They meet the bandits behind a sturdy stockade wall. This was a very bad idea Jon thinks to himself, why would the bandits attack us when we have the upper hand. The bandits are easily picked down by the town archers the bandits then retreat. After Jon goes up to the Guard Captain and asks for a reward the captain balks. "Ye didn't even shed blood, ye get no reward!" Jon challenges the captain to a duel, the captain says no for he has no reason. Jon notices the local militia is closing in, he calmly says fine and walks away. Thinking to himself, one day I will kill you.