hex37

((We have people for such... things.))

5/10, too big!

((I get the feeling that steam-powered dwarven armored suits is the next logical step at this rate.Lets invent trains while we're at it too. ./waytoomuchsarcasm Really, though, this is a bad, bad, idea. I mean, just awful.))

5/10

((You most likely couldn't trick your way out of it just like that. Beams aren't your bare hands! You'd have to figure out another way. Alan has some shenanigans planned for when he tries to marry Ceana, too, but his might work. I'd like... not to promote the cheating too much though, actually. It's fine if Quinlan doesn't have a pelt at all! He'll just never be considered a warrior in the O'Keefe clan.))

Bloodline O’Keefe The Real newest clan. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHj0etrp4hY “Knowing where you're from is important. If you don't know where you're from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, you don't know where you're going. If you don't know where you're going, chances are you're going in the wrong direction.” ~Conall Campbell Clan Lore: In the Making: The O’Keefe line was born from Conall, son of Cathal Campbell, who Is the son of Caelan Campbell. For the longest time Conall lived with the Campbell family. Helping out where he can, and doing what was needed. Later down the road Conall met a fair woman, the only problem? She was from McHarnish, their rival clan. Cathal, being the current Chief of the Campbell Clan, saw that he had fallen for a McHarnish, so he was trying everything in his power to eradicate that woman from the plains of existence, all to keep the Campbell Clan pure. He tried poison. He tried murder. He even told her that he was going to kill her. Nothing seemed to phase that woman, which is why Conall had fallen for her. After a few years of brutal, but failed attempts, Cathal gave up on trying to kill her, but wasn’t finished with his son. He banished him from the Clan, leaving him and his wife to wander alone in Aegis. They would move from city to city, none taking them in. So the O’Keefe family accepted their fate, and traveled the world. Working for food, a place to live, and clothes. Never straying from their old ways of pureblood, each generation would marry a pureblood Adunian, or live their lives alone. Having enough of the ‘never stay in the same place’ lifestyle, they packed up and moved to where people wouldn’t judge them. The wilderness, home o’ the free. Living in small camps they had become accustomed to the wild lifestyle, wearing pelts for camouflage and some protection from the harsh winters too. They continued to thrive there for ages.. Most recent history: Years later, after the feud with the McHarnish, and long after the death of Conall, the began to make quite the name for themselves. They caused quite the stir in the northern Urguan forests, gaining the nickname “Wolf Kin” to the natives in the area. Travelers, holding news of the Wolf Kin reached the Campbells. The Campbells thought it best to rid themselves of their kind since the Wolf Kin were terrorizing their people. Unannounced to them, they were of their own bloodline. Reaching their settlement, the Clan Campbell Chief, Eoghan, remembered their name from an old story his Pa’ had told him of the days of Aegis. A story passed down from generation to generation, in their family. The story that was told started back in the times of Aegis.((Story below.)) Both the O’Keefe’s and the Campbell’s had their sides of the story, but each side remembered the last names. Sionn, the O’Keefe’s current leader at the time was surprised when Alpin had said that he was a Campbell. As was Alpin when he had heard Sionn’s last name, O’Keefe. It was like the stories fresh out of the fairytales. Both sides a little cautious at first, to see if it was just bandits playing games. But after a few years they had grown together tighter than a Dwarven lock.Years passed by, and here they are, back at the Campbell Clan hall. “Ya great grandfather, once tol’ me a story. Aye, he did. T’was a grand ol’ story, an’ if I remember it correctly, t’wentlike so: Th’ Campbell’s an tha McHarnish’s were always feudin’ ya see? An’ th’ kin o’ the Campbell’s current chief... Ach who was tha’ scuggan... Oh! Aye, t’was Cathal. Ye see, Cathal’s son, Conall, ‘ad fallen fer quite th’ woman, met her at th’ market tae. But little did ‘e know that his favoured lass was a McHarnish! Aye, she was. An’ ‘e continued to watch upon ‘er erryday, ‘e did. But once ‘e started seeing ‘er, ‘e found out tha’ she was a McHarnish. Oh aye, it suprised him, but by th’ nethet did it ne’er stop ‘im. ‘e said this aboot it: ‘Let nothin’ stop ye when it comes ta’ love!” ‘E said that indeed. An’ it didn’ stop ‘im! ‘E kept seeing ‘er. His father wanted nothin’ ta’ do with this though, so ‘e tried killin’ her. Erryday he did, Though ‘e never killed her. She always evaded his tricks, an’ tha’s why Conall loved ‘er so feckin much! Once Cathal gave up on killin’ her though. Cathal banished Conall ta’ go live with ‘is wife in tha wilds! He did. Oh aye.. But tha moral o’ tha story is such: Ne’er falter from your love, an follow yer heart.” -Said in the voice o’ Scotty O’Keefe. Clan Traditions: Tartan ((Same tartan as clan Campbell)) The Wolf Pelt: The O’Keefes bear the same familiarity the McHarnishes have with wolves, but they express it in a different way. Before a boy in the O’Keefe family can become a man, he must have a wolf pelt. This pelt is special. It’s a mark of his own strength and skill and cannot be bought. A boy must earn his pelt by venturing into the wilderness and catching a fully grown wolf, bringing it back to the clan hall, and using it to undergo a trial of strength. During the trial of strength, both the wolf and the boy will be deposited into an arena. The boy must fight the wolf with his bare hands, and win. If he is not ready, a parent or friend can step in, preferably with a very large claymore, and end the trial before any harm comes to the boy. Should he succeed, though, that boy will exit the arena a man, fit for marrying, and fighting beside his kin. He wears the pelt of that wolf as a mark of honor for completing his trial, and he will wear that one pridefully until his dying day. If a man loses his wolf pelt, he will have to undergo the trials again before he may become a kinsman once more. The Fox Pelt: Females of the clan are not required to go through the Trials to marry, but if they wish to be warriors, they must. Traditionally, they will wear headdresses sewn from the hide of a fox, to match the wolf-pelt their brothers, husbands and fathers possess. In Battle: Only those who pass the trial of strength can join his kinsmen on the field of battle. According to the O’Keefe’s philosophy, a warrior who is not strong enough to kill a beast is not strong enough to kill a man. Brawling in the clan hall, however, is always allowed. In Marriage: The wife of any O’Keefe wears a belt made from the tail of their husband’s pelt. A Man whose pelt has a tail on it is considered an unmarried man. Men from outside the clan that wish to marry a female O’Keefe must go through the Trial of Strength to earn a pelt fit for their wife’s waist.This tail-belt and the tailless wolf pelt act as as wedding bands for any married couple. In Death: O’keefes never truly know what lies beyond the veil of life. Therefore, they are buried with their claymore and a wolf pelt, to fend off whatever lies in the dark depths beyond. Odd words an O’Keefe Might use: Bigman:The Clan Chief Ken: Know Kent: Knew Scunner: A generally unpleasant person. Scuggan: A really unpleasant person. Pished: Tired....or so we are told. Geas: An Oath Pillie-wallie: Sick or pale. The O’Keefe Mindset: The O’Keefes are a varied and rascally bunch of men and women, but there are a few things about them that are nearly integral to their culture: 1: Chivalrous: Most Male O’Keefes tend to be respectful to women. This is more or less due to the fact that O’Keefes realized that wearing a wolf pelt on your head does not do wonders for the complexion, and O’Keefes, at some point, need to get around to making more O’Keefes. 2: A Sense of Brotherhood: No matter what, your clan is your pack. You can call them all the names you like, but at the end of the day they are family. 3: A complete and utter rascal: O’Keefes love light-hearted and, more often than not, drunken brawls. Often they’ll help up and see to the healing of the kin that they beat into a pulp. It’s all in good fun. List of O’Keefe’s: Scotty O’Keefe: hex37, clan leader of O’Keefe bloodline. Ceana O’Keefe: TheMonkeyGame, IC daughter of Scotty O’Keefe.((O'Keefe Loremaster)) Quinlan O’Keefe: Leowarrior14, Nephew to Scotty O'Keefe How to Join: Send in an application and we’ll take a look at you! Roles that we need would be preferred, but not required. We do, however, ask that you commit time to actually playing them. It’s no good to have a clan hall filled with no one! Applications and what we need: What we’d most like to have at this point would be characters who are strong- ones that can really earn their pelt and sit beside scotty at the table. How long have you been on LotC?: Desired Character Name: Character Age: Brief Character Bio: Character Personality:

((Eh heh, this one died by a more horrifying method.))

((Wait, is Scotty the Elder of clan campbell?))

*Nienna, masked as per usual in Oren, passes by the Baker's shop and instantly recognizes the smell. Instead of looking, she just starts walking away more quickly* "NotGoingToBuryIt, NotGoingToBuryIt, NotGoingToBuryIt" She repeats to herself in a hurried tone. "Leaving before anyone tries to ask, right."

"Thankfully, as it happens, I am no longer a part of the government! Indeed, now I have nary a reason to not be entirely honest with myself when addressing others. And unfortunately, I do not think the "bad eggs" will show themselves so readily apart from the rest."

"Ah, but you see, I've spent most of the day hearing reformers say what they think their goals are, and to be quite frank the arguments are largely marata that the council members addressed to the point of the debating becoming cyclical, and unfortunately far too long-winded. At this point, I'm more or less convinced it's a ploy for greedy valah'mali to take control of an otherwise peaceful elven city."

"Unfortunately, yes, you are correct, as it is becoming increasingly apparent that you really only desire to create political chaos as a means to accrue more power."

((Sorry for all the hate in advance, Leo/Artie. Nienna is ticked and it tends to make her fight below the belt.)) *Nienna looks at the growling wierdo.* "You're metaphor is a bit ironic, considering we feed our citizens for free. It is entirely easy for one to walk about Malinor unmolested. You'll find the fact that you've all been able to gather here so readily this evening proof of that, I hope." *Nienna's mood darkens a bit.* "And our guard force, while unorganized, is more benign than any force in Oren or the Liegon, where public beatings and humiliation are more than a little frequent. If you must stay outside our city for some ephemeral grudge, -do- look around you, hm?"

"Hm, considering the fact that you seem make nothing but repeated jabs at the High Council, I don't see any problem in judging the character of each and every Reformer I know. I'd even go so far as to wager that a rather worrying portion of reformers do not even live here regularly. If you want to argue for the reform of Malinor, I'd suggest you actually live in the city first." *Makes a sickeningly pleasent smile* "I'd prefer to not hear the arguments of elves who are oh-so-very detached from our city and its status, but since so many seem to be apart of your little group, who am I to stop you?"

*Nienna takes a side-long glance at Artimec.* "Artie, you cause so much trouble that you have difficulty walking into any Orenian town without being beheaded. Somehow, I have problems believing they acted unprovoked." *Nienna, as an afterthought, continues.* "Even then, you don't even live or work here! You're just an Arcane Delver, who're living on the border between Dwarven and Orenian lands."

MC Name:Hex37 Full RP Name: Scotty Campbell O' Clan O'Keefe Race: Adunian Occupation: Fighter, Lover, Mead-drinker Skype/Teamspeak (other means of communication): Luckykoing Clan/Guild (Optional): Clan Campbell How do you know Ferron? (Optional): "I spoke wit 'im when I first took me kin 'ere an' found them land. Dunnae tell Eoghan I telled ye tha', his jimmies still be rustled tha' I found us land first." What do you wish to achive in Vaerhaven? (Optional): "Some space t' rekindle the Adunian race."

*Nienna finishes cleaning herself off, barely noticing Ebs's long winded diatribe.* "Silly goose. If you stand by them, you will either fall with them, or fall in line alongside them."

*Reaches Ebs and stands before him. In a slow, practiced motion, she attempts to begin cleaning the blood off her hands on Ebs's Coat* "Oh, thousand pardons, though, llir, I just returned from another surgery. You know how it is with doctoring, the blood of innocent patients will get on you no matter what you do." *Nienna smiles,* "Don't look at me so shocked, this is good practice for you. After all, your little coup will absolutely drench you in innocent, elven blood, as the killing and beheading begin, and the trees trickle droplets of red from the canopy. All things considered, you might as well get a head start on looking the part of a monster, non?"

EDIT: Ninja-Han.