Watyll

My general idea is that he started the big bang and just pushed things in the right direction from there.

You spelled soldiers wrong, otherwise looks good(())

Arr! Join the crimson pirates lad. ((Just look under guilds, it's pretty recent))

((All right, I'll write you a lore and pm it to you ASAP.))

((I could re-write it, I consider myself a competent writer))

((sorry, lore is original, but badly written, other than that, Grimherst will definitely apply! Well done!))

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53238-the-crimson-pirates/#

Arr! You want to join the crimson pirates laddie

I believe our creator made the things necessary for us to evolve

((maybe tomahawk will acknowledge it. Someone needs to, or I will look very foolish indeed.))

((is that raid I wrote going to be acknowledged...or not.))

((Someone write something!))

(( 0_o ))

((Zarsies... Your character scares the sh** out of me))

(( is this the raid I wrote?))

((does no one want to be in the good mages group? I'm feeling a bit lonely here))

((Are you kidding?!?! Acknowledging my lore and even adding onto it was the greatest compliment you could have paid me, keep on it you circle mongrel! :wink: ))

Aisthjey walks over to the fire and sits down by Lejos. "Hello old friend." he says smiling to hide his sadness and grim mood. Lejos notices his discomfort however and in his deep dwarf voice booms "Oi! 'Ere we 'ave th' finder o' th' third relic, may 'e slay a thousand Circle mongrels with the jawbone of a sydicate! Remember Kimo!" at this everyone around the little campfire cheered. Aisthjey smiled. It was true that he did find the third relic of elements deep in the caves under the fortress of Ira. For this he was like a celebrity around camp. The laughter around him cheered him up and soon he was joking and teasing like any other mage in the army. Then the happiness ended. On the edge of camp, a scream came. "Raid! We're under attack!" Fireballs suddenly flew, illuminating the black and magenta robes of the Circle of the Black Moon. One dark mage detached himself from the main group and headed for the tent where the relics were stored. "Oh no you don't!" exclaimed Aisthjey, who grabbed his staff and ran after the man. He arrived just as the Circle mongrel did. The mongrel held out his hand and shot fire from it. Aisthjey twirled his staff and formed a wall of ice in front of him, which he then formed into a wall of ice daggers. The ice daggers flew at the man, who shot a few quick fireballs and then ran away, the daggers embedded themselves in the tent fabric. Aisthjey sighed. There was always next time he supposed. Then he walked out of the tent. The raid was obviously a cowardly attempt on the syndicate's part to sieze the relics before any real fighting happened. It looked like the raid was over however, but the damage was done. Several tents were burnt to the ground, and men lay wounded and dying. Aisthjey wandered back to the firepit. On his way there he saw a group of people clustered around a body. Aisthjey got closer and was shocked to see Lejos, on the ground with a scorch mark ringed hole through his chest. It was a miracle he was still alive. Aisthjey got real close to Lejos. "Lejos no...you're going to be okay." Lejos laughed and then coughed "Don't lie to me Ice, it doesn't fit you, go kill some circle mongrels for me tommorrow okay?" And with that Lejos the dwarf mage passed away. Aisthjey felt as if he had just lost an arm. Lejos was one of the few ones left from the beginning, and the only one he knew personally. Aisthjey was utterly alone. "I will avenge you old friend." he said, closing Lejos's eyes. Then he walked away and stared at the moon, which was slowly sinking. Soon, he thought.

(( Nice! You and I have the Mage storyline going pretty well))

Aisthjey squints at the fire while his fellow mages discuss and talk of the War of Relics and it's begginings. Aisthjey does not care to listen, most of the mages around him are new to the Order of Light, and were there to fill the spots that the Dark Mages had made empty. But Aisthjey was there when it all began. He remembered the great cities falling. First Keltou, then Mirthir, then finally the capitol city of Kimo. Ah Kimo. Aisthjey can still remember its colors bursting bright even on the darkest of night, and the firework celebrations that took place there. Finally he remembered the destruction, the buning and smoke as the Dark Mages summoned great wyrms of flame that writhed and burowwed through even stone buildings. The Elder Sons of Light were so enraged by this that all six of them flew to Urul and buried the city of night under a mountain. No cities in the world were left after that. He sees his friend Lehos sitting by another fire and makes his way over there, perked up slightly by the appearance of his friend.

Definitely

Already the Dark mages had taken Kimo, Aisthjey's home city. He stands watching the dark mages camp. He wishes he could just blast their camp with a fireball, but no, he has his orders. As he surveys the field that he knows will taste much blood soon, he thinks he sees a bush rustle, and the flash of a green cloak. Aisthjey blames it on his tired eyes and goes back to the warmth of the fire. He will spend as much time as possible with his friends. They might not survive tomorrow. He might not either.

((are you on right now?))

((very cool. i made my app, feel free to deny or accept me lol))

app minecraft name: watyll age: 14 timezone:EST VA: No but I will get one Full name: Scag Miller age:25 race:human gender:male Profession: Knifethrower A brief description: Grew up in the slums of Renatus. He and his father never got along, so he ran away to join a sailing ship. Along the way he learned to throw knives with pinpoint accuracy. He is a killer, but always tells the truth. He is a thief, but he never takes from the poor. He does love to get rich though. Which is why he wants to join the Crimson Pirates. He has blonde hair and green eyes, and often wears a red bandana. I made a new character for this!