Knighty

Housing Application MC Name: Hellsbane IC Name: Bardal Firethorn Occupation: Fletcher / Carpenter Additional Residents (Ic and their mc names): N/A Additional Resident's occupation: N/A

Application Name: Bardal Firethorn Race: Wood Elf Age: 112 Occupation: Craftsman of Timber Experience: Some in Marksmanship Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): Archery, Stealth & Bow repair. Place of Current Residence: I have no home currently OOC: Username: Hellsbane Nexus Profession+Proficiency: Adequate Breeder & Veteran Woodworker Timezone: GMT Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N) Y

From the Plague, to Wihuns, to the Free-Roaming Ender Dragon. Asulon was good times. Thanks for the Nostalgia trip.

IC Name: Varien Moore Age: 30 Residence/Place of Birth: A Remote Village Up North, Seeking home in Felsen. Experience: The odd Brigand & Wolf attacks. OOC MC Name: Hellsbane Skype: Dashing.knighty

[OOC] MC NAME: Hellsbane DO YOU HAVE SKYPE: (Y/N) Yes [IC] NAME: Varien Moore AGE: 30 PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE (IF ANY): Used to defend home against bandits & wolves. No actual military experience.

MC Name: Hellsbane IC Name: Varien Moore Age: 30 Race: Human, Highlander Minor Backstory: Varien grew up as a Northener, within a small village north of the dwarven mountains living as a hunter of game to help support the village. Wolves were a constant issue, always attacking the limited sheep stock that the villagers used for wool to help against the harsh temperature drops. At the age of 29, Varien left his village in search of a greater challenge, not sated with the monotonous lifestyle of wolven attrition. He traversed the wilds to the south, surving with what he had learnt growing up arriving at the cloud temple with little to no resources left. Spotting a poster about a hunting organisation on a nearby board, the idea of hunting monsters and foul beasts sounded like it was just the lifestyle he had been seeking.

Kailon scanned around the group, puffing his pipe as everyone called out how they'd lend their melee to the cause. The grandaxe parted the pipe from his lips, and spoke out his contribution, "If ye be needin' a bow, ah'll be more den 'appeh tuh provide". He raised his bow to show he wasn't just blabbing for the sake of being different.

I NEED AN ADULT!

IGN: Dashing_Knight Character: Kailon Grandaxe References: - Based on this: - The hair should be gone: i.e. Bald. - The skin should be free of Tattoos. - The beard should be about half the length, coming down to just above the chest. - Colour of the central loincloth left as is. - Colour of the cloth around his waist should be this green: - Since I want this done soonish (In a week?) Below is proof of "Bribery". Money! - The photogenic splendour of my Cat, Tilly! - And the fluff filled photo feels of My Dog, Murphy! - And if you want, I shall offer myself as a tribute if your parents complain "Why don't you have a boyfriend", just give me a call, and I can make it less awkward. Not that Im saying you don't get any romance. Just that this is a lifeline you can rely on if it appeals to you.

Kailon slides a piece of parchment that had been laying on his desk since the morning, as he gave it a glance over under torch-light. A furrowed brow developed on his face as he studied the proposal of a beast hunt atop the open sea. His face grew brighter, as he nodded in approval, his pipe reaching his mouth, with small puffs of smoke emitting from his nose afterwards. "Seem like it'd be just the thing tuh get me mind off all dis terrible business goin' on". The intrigued dwarf took out a quill, and began to draft a letter to respond to the Bounty venture:

Kailon raised his pipe to the name of the legendary dwarf, before inhaling a large cloud of smoke. As he exhaled, and let the veil of herbal smoke coat the floor, he shook his head in remorse. "First weh lose maneh kin in dis frivolous war, now weh lose wun of the finest dwed 'oo ever graced dese 'alls?" The troubled Grandaxe parted the pipe to the edge of his mouth, and puffed out a few whisps of smoke, before murmuring to himself. "At least the Sea Dwed 'n dat giant golem 'ave nae bothered us again. Nae sure we could cope with it right now".

Kailon sat at his desk, legs propped onto the table, as he gazed into the dimming dusk sky. A plume of fragrant smoke left his nose, as it dispersed across the floor of his attic abode. The dwarf placed a hand over his head, and shook in dismay, thinking back on the battle. "We should've been wun. A grand people o' prosperity 'n' might. But what did we succumb tuh?" The dwarf inhaled another cloud of vapour, his mind already set on what he was saying to himself in after-thoughts. Kailon opened his mouth to speak, as smoke weaved its way out amidst his teeth, "Greed". He blew out the rest of the smoke, as he sat back in his finely-crafted pinewood chair, and gazed into the darkening sky, a torch to his side becoming the only light-source in his presence. As his elbow met the desk's surface, his forehead met his palm. "Nae matter 'ow we justify our actions. Be it survival, necessiteh, or savagereh. We all succumbed tuh our dwarven curse, an' readileh Kin-slayed without hesitation". Kailon inhales some of the smoke wafting around his face, exhaling it out of his nose shortly after with a long sigh. "....Ooooh 'ow teh mighteh 'ave fallen".

I try to make a transfer to "Tavernlich", as the app says, but the only personas that I can send it to are: Hiylun Elibar'acal OR Launcelaut of Worheiin Which one should I send the mina to, if any of those?

MC Name: Dashing_knight Type of Skin: Full skin Character Race: Half Mountain Dwarf / Half Forest Dwarf. Description: Like the ref. image but bald, & a shorter beard. The tunic kept dull brown/grey but Loincloth a red tartan pattern. Image: Character Art/Image: Is the ref image enough? Payment: http://www.imgur.com/JzzTK7k.jpg Additional Info: Id rather the skin be left clean without the tattoos.

Big Data - Dangerous (ft. Joywave) Had it stuck in my head all day yesterday without knowing what it was called. Now its still stuck, but I know its name.

Kailon freezed, with a shock of horror on his face. "By mah beard....The devour'r 'ad behbies!"

Nature of the bug: Whenever I access a nexus workstation, the UI flashes, then doesn't open any nexus crafting window on any station. First Occurrence: Today @ 13:27pm GMT (8:27am EST). Describe exactly all the actions you took leading up to the bug: I logged on, then I right-clicked my crafting table to resume my woodworking. The crafting window with all the available items flashes for a moment then closes. Any attempt at that crafting table don't bring up any windows. I tried to right click my tanning rack which I had not previously accessed, and it didn't bring up a window either. The same issue arose with the cooking pot. I found I could access furnaces and chests normally though. I relogged, and repeated the process, no immediate fix found. What messages are/aren't you getting that you would/wouldn't get normally: (in the event of a crash, please also provide the error log) No messages. Just the absence of any crafting windows for nexus. Frequency of Occurrence: Currently, whenever I access a nexus workstation. Are you able to reproduce the bug: Yes.

Mina Drops from Monst- Mina Drops from... Mina Drops From Monsters! *Grabs hunting bow faster than an Orc'd grab a Halfling*

Kailon shrugged, as he looked over the shoulders of voters, giving scarce glances as to who they were voting for. Time and time again, various words slipped from his mouth, covered by grunts to disguise their vulgarity. A few hours passed before he put his hands on his hipped and exhaled a deep breath, hand on his head. "I nae thought I stood a chance wid all dese big-shot senates". Hunched over in defeat, the defeated dwarf trodded over to the ballot box, and took a voting slip to fill out. Using a scrap of charcoal, he signed a cross over one of the names. "Ye bett'r make dis kingdom grand, ye ol' sod". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- =(Election Ballot of Urguan)=- Place an X next to the candidate of your choice. Your Name ((RP and MC)): Kailon Grandaxe (Dashing_knight) Race: Fores' / Moun'ain Dwarf. Kailon Grandaxe (Dashing_Knight) Lathros Irongrinder (Lathros) Verthaik Frostbeard (Kralek) Skippy Irongut (Skippy369) X Fili Grandaxe (Cpt_Noobman) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kailon pushed the slip into the box, and began to walk away with hands in pocket, kicking a stones in the street as he passed by.

Kailon stood by his king, not leaving the ballistas he had manned, and swore to use til the beastie was slain. The oceans battered the husk of the dwarven vessel as the Kraken enveloped around. Kailon watched his King fall before him, as his own life slipped away into the watery depths, his body adrift amongst the cargo and wooden remains. The dwarf awoke within the Cloud temple, his king no-where in sight, his arm stretched out as if he were trying to grab ahold of something, to save something. As he leant against the stone walls, his eyes began to well up, his beard starting to moisten. He had failed in whatever pursuit he had tried to under take...

Name: Kailon Grandaxe Profession: Woodworkin' n Breedin'. Home: The Grandaxe Clan 'all. Skype: Ye know me. ((Knighty)).

Kailon eyes over the notice, and notices the detail of needing boats to hunt the creature. Ripping out a page from his notebook, he scribbles down a note, before stretching to pin it to the top of the bounty, "If ye be huntin' dis beast on a vessel, ye'll be needin' a crack shot 'nd a shipwright. Lucky fer you, ahm both. Send me a bird, 'nd ah'll join ye on dis venture". The dwarf waddles away, assuring himself that small fishing boats counted as ships, and that hunting boars was as a good as a sniper as any, he made way to the tree farm of Cloud Temple, intent on getting in some archery practice against the towering wooden targets just to be certain.

Everytime I go to cloud temple, 9 times out of 10, people don't exit using the roads. I sometimes travel the long pathways, of minimal interest, to and fro. I don't meet anyone, bar the odd wanderer who pass me by regardless. Im not saying that its like this for everyone, Just my personal experience of Road RP is dead.

Kailon studied the notice that had been pinned to the bounty board, with an anxious expression, "Ah wond'r..." The curious dwarf paced down the road, away from cloud temple, a hand stroking his short orange beard as he pondered if it was on the same island as the roosting bird he had found. His expression soon developed a glint of anticipation as thoughts of a majestic reward began to flood his mind...

The ability to use name tags.