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*Reserved* Chapter One: Two's Company

*Along a crumbled wall of a once great citadel in northern Asulon, lies a tattered book, half-covered by rubble and the bookcase in which it once stood. This front cover, upon closer examination, reveals it to be leather binded, with the book’s title stitched out from the dark leather color. The Merry Men of Asulon *The cover is turned open, and the first page reveals a dedication, followed by an excerpt. A poem, it seems. For Charlie Mops - Ale, bread and beer Topped with an attitude ***** Come the Merry Men! Strapping with pride With wenches, swords and daggers at their sides A brave company, aiding foreigners and commoners alike Slaying demons and creatures of the night The Merry Men! The Merry Men! Legends they say Always looking for adventure, clearing the way So that the people of Asulon may live in peace Worrying naught but of drink and lease. *The next page reveals a prologue, and thus begins the tale of the Merry Men... Prologue The Realm of Asulon. A truly awe-inspiring land, filled with majestic creatures and picturesque landscapes. As much as it is beautiful, Asulon is also old, and home to many a tales of brave knights and dark intrigue, but one such tale stands out above all others, and that is the tale of the Merry Men. The fabled band traveled throughout all of Asulon, and have even rumored to have visited Aegis, before its inevitable downfall. The Merry Men was a band of misfits, comprised of bards, troubadours, flagellants, and even brigands, all turned to the care-free life, wandering as south as Hanseti, spreading news and good cheer wherever they graced their presence. On top of this wandering, good-natured feeling, the Merry Men were also competent arms-men, able to stave off no-good ruffians or even a demon, so long as their bellies were filled with ale as a reward. But before our legend can become more detailed, we must first look at how this band came to form, and if the stories which have been passed down for generations are really fact, and not the ramblings of a miseducated commoner, intending to lighten up his life by seeing feats not actually occurring. And so, with this, we write of the beginnings... of the creation.

((Yes, that is correct, but I made it Oren so that the island was more specifically in that region of Aegis, to show that the island's culture is human at heart, and very much like a Greek island in the Aegean.))

((Pretty disappointed Prima Nocta isn't included in Noble Rights. Surely with such a right, the barons will be certainly overjoyed and have little reason to revolt against such a righteous ruler.))

((Crusader Kings 2 carbon copy, the LotC edition. Well written though, and I like this in-depth description of the laws, especially with matters of the church. It seems there is a large lacking of faith in the server, which is a seemingly medieval fantasy world, where religion should be at least practiced every once in a while through RP. Hopefully with this basis on religious laws, more people can properly RP religion, giving the server a more realistic feel and promoting new fields of RP, and even jobs as the Clergy, if it goes that far.))

MC Name: Xxusmcsoldier8xX IC Name: Stvanos Krokodilos RL Age: 16 IG Age: 22 Short Biography: Stvanos was born on the island of Zakinthos, between the lands of Oren and Asulon. The boy was raised in the small village of Stella, in which he was taught the basic skills any islander would know. Farming, herding, and even some basic military principles(as every able-bodied man was to learn, being on a barely defensible island.) were taught to Stvanos, but his village, as well as the island, was now becoming under threat. Stvanos, only about 17 years of age at the time, was soon forced a blade in his hand and a helmet on his head. The island had come under siege by the undead, who's demonic forces had somehow reached the once peaceful island. Stella, along with the other villages in Zakinthos, had taken refuge in the only port on the island, Kretonis. After only a few days, the people of Zakinthos had come to a decision... leave their island they all loved so much, and sail for distant shores. Stvanos was placed in one of the larger boats heading for Asulon, and soon came ashore on the western coast, with nothing more than a rucksack of provisions and his militia sword granted to him during the siege. Now Stvanos felt isolated, lonely, and without purpose. His dark olive skin and foreign clothing only made him more alienated from the people of Asulon. And so, upon hearing word of this new kingdom, Seventis, and their culture seemingly similar to his own, made the now 22 year old overjoyed at the aspect of finding an alike population, and what better way to assimilate himself into Seventis than joining the military? Why do you wish to join the Seventis Military? I would like to join the Seventis Military because of a few reasons, mostly being the historical and personal connection the structure of the military has(Being Greek myself, I found the ranks and terms amazing.) as well as the apparent chain of command, to which I would love to see worked out correctly. Which starting rank do you wish to become? (Frouros, Peltast, Toxotes) Peltast, due to my low but growing combat skills. I would be most useful as a scout or messenger, but I can easily transition to a Frouros upon request. Will you be loyal and respect those higher in command then yourself? Of course. Without a loyal and respectful force, one cannot really call it a military in the first place. Your Weapon skills? (i.e. Axes-75 or Swords-34) Swords-8, Archery-7. Lacking greatly, I know, but I had made the decision to place most of my skills in Blacksmithing, bringing it up to about 40.

*A notice is seen pinned onto the Notice Board in Hanseti. Upon closer examination, the notice is seen to be written in charcoal, followed by a familiar soot-handprint in the bottom left corner. The top of the notice is written much larger than the rest. MINING PERMIT REQUEST I have posted this notice to request a mining permit to one or several of Hanseti's mines. As the Blacksmith of Hanseti, it's hard to repair or create arms and armour when there's no materials to do so. I humbly ask that I receive a permit to access these mines, so that I may perform my smithing duties to the fullest extent. *Signed at the bottom right is the Blacksmith's name, with extra effort to show fine penmanship. Henry Micklern, Blacksmith of Hanseti

*A sheet of paper is seen pinned beside the others, with a hand print of soot remaining on the bottom left corner, from where the Blacksmith had placed his hand while scratching against the sheet with a thin rod of charcoal. Henry Micklern, City Blacksmith

Name ((RP and MC)): Henry Micklern | Xxusmcsoldier8xX Age ((IC and OOC)): 24 | 16 Combat skills: Accredited Archer, War-Pick wielder, Scout Non-combat skills: Former Blacksmith, Hunter Experience: No past military experience. Why you want to join: I would like to join the Alrasian Military due to a few reasons, one mostly due to its discipline and order. I would be best suited as a Scout or Messenger, able to survey a battlefield and determine defensive fortifications, as well as charting out unknown lands for a later movement of a main column of Alrasian forces. If need be, I can also give my bow and War-pick to the frontline, fighting alongside my companions with a fanatic devotion to Alras and her people. Other: “Fastest runner south of the Temple of Asulon” (Self-Proclaimed Title)

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Xxusmcsoldier8xX How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time(EST), United States of America Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: A fantastic grip, you could say. Schooling has taught me well so far. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I would say I am an active person, both in regards to physical activity and with matters of an internet community. I am interested intensely in history, especially European style warfare. On top of this, I like to remain physically by participating in sports such as soccer, and even an occasional day of paintball when I can afford it. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: If I’m interested enough, and I assume so due to the very well-thought out lore and website, I can devote most of my time to this server and even look to encourage others to join as well. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is the taking on of a role, in its most direct definition. More specifically, it involves a person taking on the role of a character, that of whom you wouldn’t necessarily base off of yourself, due to the invalidation of the “Character” point of the definition. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have been Roleplaying for about three years now, and started off in a Garry’s Mod server, to which I was able to devote most of my time and efforts into one community, allowing myself to “Blossom” and become a veteran Roleplayer of sorts, with elaborate tunes of /me’s and such. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is the act of using Out-of-Character(OOC) information to exploit or benefit yourself or others around you who are In-Character(IC). Examples being overhearing a conversation involved an IC rival in a vent channel, and strangely having your own character know if it as well. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming involves a character(Or characters) who uses unfair /me’s against another, not allowing them to properly react to the situation. Examples being a bandit unleashing a myriad of sword swings, with every swing hitting its target, killing the victim. This is considered Power-Gaming because the attacking bandit did not allow the victim to put up some form of resistance(React) to the situation at hand. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect for this server to be the Minecraft Roleplaying experience I had hoped for in a previous server, but finding it quite the opposite. I expect to see a firmly established server, with steady lore and established civilizations. And, as most Roleplay servers always have, I’d like to expect an element of combat, as well as an immersing environment to add an enhanced feel to the world I am Roleplaying in. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I had played on one other Minecraft Roleplay server about a year ago. The server was called Mel-Lenxia, if I remember correctly, and I didn’t find it all too appealing. The server population was always low, and more often than not I found myself without any form of administrative help, leaving me in the dust without a cause or means of what to do. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Indeed I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Without a doubt. How did you hear about us?: I was referred here by a friend. Two friends, more so, and it really interested me to hear of such an established server. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: I have not. This is my first Application. 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/): In-Character: Character Name: Henry Micklern What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A 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.): Henry Micklern was born into an average lifestyle. His father, Thomas, owned a portion of land in his home village of Kree, and expected his two sons, Henry and Jack, to tend and later inherit the fields he worked so hard to maintain. Henry, being the youngest of the two, would be the last to inherit the land, but was nevertheless required to work through in maintaining the strict cadence of farm life. The constant toiling work allowed the young Henry to develop a firm physique, as well as teaching the boy responsibility. All too often were crops ruined due to the laziness of a farmhand, and Henry knew this all too well. For most of his teenage life, Henry worked hard and monotonously in the fields, and was beginning to grow weary of the lifestyle. The curve that broke this mainstay line of redundant work was the opportunity to drive the cart into the regional market, which was normally the job of his father. His father presented Henry with the choice mostly because of a recent accident while plowing the fields, causing his left leg to become lame. Henry, although distraught over his father’s infirmities, accepted the opportunity willingly, and was soon driving the cart-full of produce down the dirt road out from the village, making the half-day journey to the regional market of Reyna. This journey, although arguably as boring as farm work, gave a great interest to Henry, and each trip he made was just as wonderful as the one before, always finding something new to stare in awe about, whether it be a cardinal chirping or the passing of a wandering adventurer. Whatever the event, Henry took great pride and pleasure in his trips to the market, and soon picked up an adequate skill of bartering with the local vendors as he bargained prices and bluffed his produce’s importance over the others. With this change of pace in his life, the now 20 year old Henry enjoyed his life, always managing to crease a smile throughout the day. But just as Henry was enjoying his life, his older brother Jack was quite the opposite. After receiving news of his father’s decision to allow Henry to drive the cart over him, Jack had felt betrayed by both his father and Henry, making the assumption that Henry was the favored child. As the years went on, Jack allowed his anger to brood, forming into full-blown hatred at the time of his father’s death, which was premature due to his infirmities, and not allowing his father to properly address the inheritance of the farm. Quickly seizing the opportunity, Jack claimed the entire plot for himself, as was his father’s intentions, but then sought to enact his brooding hatred onto his younger, cheerful brother. Upon his return from the regional market one day, Henry saw an unfamiliar sight as he rounded the bend to their farm. Jack, who normally was at work in the fields, was instead at the side of the road, with piles of baggage at his feet and a billhook scabbard in his hand. Henry, upon ushering the oxen forward at a faster pace, slowed up beside his brother, looking down as they locked gazes. Hatred in one, and curiosity in the other. After receiving news of his eviction, Henry was once again distraught. Those once curious eyes were now watering up as he tried to make sense of the situation. Jack, who had already drawn the cart and oxen forward, had turned back to Henry and the baggage, throwing the billhook scabbard off to his confused brother, sending a final shout of exile as the scabbard tumbled into the dirt road. It took Henry a considerable amount of time before he came to a grim realization. He was evicted from his home, his only kin casting him out, leaving with him little more than a couple of personal belongings and a few days rations. And so, without direction, Henry left his childhood home, with only a few bags on his back, and a billhook scabbard on his belt. And so Henry traveled on. Wandering from village to village, town to town, and even passing through occasional cities, the once thought handsome young man was reduced to a grimy, dirty looking fellow. His clothes were discolored, his once shiny blonde hair now scruffy and unappealing. But as his appearance changed, the now 27 year old Henry managed to retain his uplifted spirit, always looking for opportunity, while also finding time to enjoy himself when he can, whether it be in the local tavern drinking his cares away, or with the company of another wanderer along the road. What is your Character's ambitions?: Henry Micklern aims to find some sort of settlement to establish himself into, and soon become sufficient enough to establish his own merchant career, traveling throughout the lands aiming to sell his wares at the best price. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Henry prefers his billhook, which is a farmer’s tool in the similar shape of a sword or dagger. (For a more precise visual, here’s a wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billhook ) What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Henry’s most notable talent is his ability to barter and bargain with others. His second most notable talent is his instinctive farming habit, which is assumed so from his youth on the farm. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Farmer Other Information about your Character: No other information can be given, from what I can gain from this extensive application. 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? Henry, although feeling a need to help the seemingly defenseless halfling, has no means to do so. Armed only with his farmer’s billhook, he does not wish to become involved with the squabble, and would rather prefer to continue with his own travels then become involved in a potentially dangerous situation 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? Henry, upon a close inspection of the wares presented before him, decides to ask for the following prices of the items he is interested in. Upon receiving the prices, Henry feels the need to disagree with a few, and proceeds to enter a debate, or bargain, with the merchant. After a few minutes of back and forth debate, if Henry were to not achieve the price he intended, he would choose to walk on and search for vendors with lower prices, always searching for a good deal. 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?: Henry, upon discovering the loot before him, would intend to take the items for himself, as is his ignorant and peasant mentality. 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? Henry would greet the camp with joy, and would first try to find if any of the locals spoke his own native tongue. If not, he would try to interact through hand gestures, or even by offering them gifts with little belongings he has left. Of course, if food was offered, he would first check to ensure he wasn’t the only one eating, to ensure its edibility and to avoid poisoning. A peasant can never be too careful. 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?: Henry, upon hearing of the reward, is quick to jump at the mention, and offers to help the guard in rallying the rest of the town, or even providing his own body to take up arms against the bandits.