BnA

Arcleo gives Gildor a proud smile, satisfied with what they've done for Haelun'or and The Vigil.

"It is hilarious the things 'Ame will do." Arcleo, the Vigil remarks, looking out towards the water that brushes against their keep. "They do not realize the threat their impurities possess, and will fight to protect it all... admirable? Perhaps... but stupid.

"I bet some Orenian or one of their allies is gonna try to break them from the Axis with some false claim about our plans once we defeat the Imperial scum." Arcleo remarks, sitting at the inn in Haelun'or.

Imperials were outnumbered... rebels were winning clearly... we even saw imperials trying to soulstone away. I just saw so many people spamming chat that Oren won... so when you say we 'bitched' in your posts about the WC, that's wrong. To call it a draw would be unfair to everyone who waited so long, and held out during the battle.

Arcleo of The Vigil gasped at the news of Arthan's death, sitting in his small abode in Haelun'or. "Rest in peace, llir. Though I have not seen much of you during my time in The Vigil, I still cry for the death of one of my brothers. We shall make good work of these dark necro bastards."

Weapon Type: (Sword, Axe, Spear, Lance, Dagger, etc.): Black Steel Falchion Blade features: (Curves and or teeth on the blade) Curve Guard, Pommel and Grip features: (Shapes, edges, etc.) Squarish, but rounded. Colour Scheme: (Colour of all parts): Black

I used this for English class.... now it's time to study up on my Elvish

Name:Aphone Cruan'cil Race: Mali'ame Age:75____________________ Occupation: N/A_____________ Experience: Much more hand-to-hand combat experience than with weapons. Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): None yet___ Place of Current Residence: N/A______ OOC: Username: Brag_n_all_________________ Nexus Profession+Proficiency:Clumsy Farmer___ Timezone: Pacific time_________________ Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N)_Yes_

Application ((Mcname)) =Brag_n_all Name =Havarda Bloodline =Yorri's Bloodline Age =29 Why do you wish to join?: I have been rping as an elf for as long as I have been on lotc. I decided it would be fun to finally try to rp as a dwarf I looked at the lore and thought that it looked interesting, and my friend who is a member, KawaiiGamerBoy, said that I should join.

First! Also, congrats on my first first.

In-Character: Name: Alpnorean Fi'celia Age: 102 Race: High Elf Wood Elf Mix Traits: He is somewhat awkward in his ways of making friends. Alp is fairly strong in his youth, preferring no armor in a battle. Alp's been known to hold grudges, though not deadly ones. He is an excellent farmer, but he can really be stubborn and not go down easy in a fight. What position would you be wanting to take?: Sailmaker. The skills that I have may be required as a seaman as well. If I see a threat, I will protect the crew. Out-Of-Character: How old are you? ((Feel free to PM this.)): 15 How long have you roleplayed?: Over 2-3 years, longer than that before I played on Lord Of the Craft Do you have skype? If so, what is it? ((Feel free to PM it)): blockmax11 (Dumb mc name as well.) Do you think you'll provide enjoyable roleplay?: Yes, my character has interesting traits, but me personally, I believe I can demonstrate some unique roleplay. I do not always enjoy pvp or rolling when it's not necessary.

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*Smirks as he posts his own note.* "I want to be a silly halfling!"

Name((RP&MC)): Alpnorean (Blockmax11) Do you understand what a Rutgar Note entails?: Yes, first come, first serve. Number of plots: 1 Plans for acquired plot(s): To build a Manor to reside in. Additional Information: I need a home to come home to. Maybe I will start a family in it.

~Posters hang from the Notice Board in Gimblewood.~ Dear Fumble, Mayor of Gimblewood. It has come to my attention that I am wanted by you and the Halflings. My only response to this is: I am sorry. I am sorry that you are arrogant and foolish to realize how powerless you are. I am sorry that you think it justified to pick on bigger people because you assume them to be all bad. I am sorry that you use women and then claim them as yours. And most of all, I am sorry you exist, because I never want to write this again. Think about your miserable life, laugh at this, and be a better person. -Signed, the Great Bigg'un, Alp.

A note is posted right outside the gate of Anni'sul. Dear, my fellow Mali, distinguish yourselves as more than you are told to be. The Silver counsel has comited many unjustified murders, not only to criminals, but to any whom they deem 'impure'. Purity seems to be judged by a persons physical appearance than their actions. Though, I have done things in the Silver District, I believe nothing but death should be answered with death. No one is should be born into purity, my llir, they must make themselves pure. The Silver counsel has done the opposite and gave a bad name for all Aheral, such as myself. I have the same blood, yet I am different. May they learn from their cruel ways, and actually learn to be happy with what Malin has given: Mercy on their lives. -Alpnorean, the mixed elf.

Alpnorean smiles at the post and giggles. "Still kicking, and lucky for you: Still going to have fun in Anni'sul. If you so called Mali call yourselves pure, then you would learn 'pure sense.'" Alp walks off, disgruntled because they spelled his name wrong.

*Alpnorean sighs as he exits the secret base of Seventis.* "Damn, is it just me or does this weather feel colder than normal?" He walks to the crop fields and frowns at the sight of their poor results. "We will die of starvation before Oren gets to us. I suppose I would rather freeze than let those bastards put me to the cross."

Alpnorean smiles "This is a nice change, no one has the right to treat us worse than dirt. I will give my life for my people who have allowed me in, and I say hurray for those who agree. It is amazing how one man rebuilt what was once a great nation, and made it as if it were fresh. So much potential to uncover! I hope we all live many years to come. May we have gradchildren by the time we die, to carry our legacy!" Alpnorean yells in joy "Hail Seventia!"