Princeton

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

3 hours ago, AgentMemory said:

I get it

Because a group of crows is called a murder

It's a meeting of crows

At the Cloud Temple

A murder at the Cloud Temple

 

Thanks

MC Name: _Princeton_

Character's Name: Saeldur Asul'Ailer

Character's Age: 275

Character's Race:

         High Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Celestialism

Teacher's MC Name:

         CaptainSheepy

Teacher's RP Name:

         Ceruberr Asul'Ailer

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         Yes - Air Evocation. Application is really old and I couldn't find it.

CaptainSheepy edit: 

Here you go ya goose ❤️

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Yes.

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yes.

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

Minecraft Username(s):

_Princeton_

Age:

21

Time Zone:

EST

Discord:

Princeton#5399

Have you been previously banned (be it a forum or server ban) and under what circumstances did you receive this ban?:

No.

Have you ever received warning points and what did you do to receive those points?:

Yes, several years ago I received one forum warning point for commenting on a ban report I was not apart of, despite the author allowing everyones opinion in the post. Gemmy removed it when I was first accepted to the team.

Moderating the forums is a very time dependent staff position. How much time, on average, would you be able to dedicate to moderating?:

I'd say I would be able to dedicate at least an hour or two a day if not more. My phone is also always on me.

Have you ever held a staff position here on LoTC? Do you currently hold any other staff positions? If so, list them and highlight something about the team that you enjoyed/enjoy:

I've served on the application team, the forum moderation team twice, and the magic application team. I particularly enjoyed being a forum moderator as I do spend quite a bit of time browsing them regardless, and ensuring the servers forum remains of quality and free of abuse makes it more enjoyable to me and others. Being a FM allows me to do this myself while simultaneously doing what I otherwise would probably be doing anyways. As for the application team and magic team, I enjoyed my time spent on both teams improving the quality of RP for new or magic RP'ers on the server but eventually found myself obligated to spend more time on school. With summer vacation about and an easy schedule on the horizon, this should no longer be a problem.

Why should you be a FM? What can you bring to our team in regards to moderating and enforcing the rules on the forums?

I should be a FM because I have previous experience at the position and understand what it entails, alongside also considering myself a very level headed guy that is easy to approach. I rarely lose my temper and have gained a strong understanding of what is acceptable for the forums over my time here.

What traits do you have that make you stand out from any other applicant?:

I have been on the server for 6+ years now and am familiar with most players by now, and in this time I have seen how to best handle precarious situations that arise in a respectful and efficient manner. 

Are you familiar with ModeratorCP?

Yes.

How long do you plan to stay on the team?:

Indefinitely. I hold no other positions on the server and plan to stay for a long time as I have several things in game planned as well.

Hello there

Good family values +2

Very friendly and easily approachable guy with a strong grasp on magical lore. Would definitely be a good addition to the team, especially in the midst of rewrites and clarifications +1

Application:

Name: Saeldur Asul'Ailer

Age: 275

Race: Mali'Aheral

Gender: Male

Nation of origin: Haelun'or

Combat Experience (N/A, Semi, Fluent): Fluent in arcane combat and defense.

Canonist Knowledge (N/A, Semi, Fluent): Very knowledgeable.

Why are you interested in joining (Can be brief): I am seeking to occupy my time and in true honesty, a roof over my head and steady work.

Minecraft Name: _Princeton_

Timezone: EST

How active will you be: I normally play an hour or two a day.

Discord Username (Include numbers): Princeton#5399

All good here.

Saeldur Asul'Ailer would leave a finely penned note on parchment in the tailory, hoping it reaches somebody,

"I submitted and paid for a robe alteration quite some time ago, and was hoping to speak to somebody who may help. Please send an owl to the Mages Guild in the Upper District, or find me in person. Thank you for your time and patience."

-Saeldur Asul'Ailer

4 hours ago, Tato said:

A lowlife elf once again reads a letter about a naive fella seeking power and magic, claiming like everyone does, that it is knowledge or wonder they seek because of something when they were young! The adept mage himself wonders how magic is going to supposedly be forgotten, when every second person he meets has it, most of them immortal in one way or another.

Saeldur Asul'Ailer sits ponderously in his study, dark bags lining his weary gaze as he carefully closes a book and emits a long sigh, pitying the Adept Arcanists of the realm that do not see the value in educating the next generations to come, wondering why they simply cannot welcome those who are obviously new to the realm and seeking adventure.

A meticulously penned note on fine parchment would find its way to Leinad.

Dear Master Leinard

I came across your note in my travels, and implore you seek to the Mages Guild located in the Upper District of Caras Eldar. There you may seek an Archmage and request an interview to be accepted as a student.

Best regards,

Saeldur Asul'Ailer

A meticulously penned note on fine parchment would find its way to Lirgeth.

Dear Master Grimfall,

I came across your note in Caras Eldar, and implore you seek to the Mages Guild located in the Upper District. There you may seek an Archmage and request an interview to be accepted as a student.

Best regards,

Saeldur Asul'Ailer

Username: _Princeton_

Age: 21

Timezone: EST

Discord: Princeton#5399

What map did you join during?: Aegis.

Do you have access to a Microphone? Yes.

Average Daily Play Time? 2-3 Hours.

Have you ever been banned before? No.

Have you ever held a staff position on Lord of the Craft? If so, for how long?

Yes; I served on the Application Team, Forum moderator team on two separate occasions, and the Magic Team. Most of these were some time ago, and I'm not entirely sure how long they were held.

Why do you want to join the GM Team?:

I wish to join the GM team because while I have had more interest in RP'ing lately, I mostly find myself idly browsing the forums and sometimes wandering in-game. I believe I have the capability to help new players transition into the LotC environment with a friendly and enthusiastic voice during these down times, and also wish to reinforce existing rules to ensure the quality of the server remains consistent. I have been playing on this server for about as long as I can remember now, and I wish to see it remains thriving and enjoyable for others. 

Have you applied for this position before and been denied? If so, link the application:

N/A

Anything else you want to tell us?:

+1 Sheepy is very helpful and really easy to approach. He definitely knows his magic lore and would make a great MAT addition.

"The Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya is dead, and soon those pretenders will be as well after they learn what it means to trifle with a lost ideology.." A wiry thin Elf would remark with a frown.

+1 Zarsies is incredibly knowledgable and friendly, would be great to see him back on the team again.

+1 Very interesting and fair RP'er who is friendly and easy to talk with.

On 4/19/2018 at 11:15 PM, Cruz © said:

not even bars could calm this server

0

Upvote

5 green monsters does the trick. Trust me.

     Saeldur limped aimlessly in the forest, voices barring through his head as the apparent Mali’Aheral would helplessly attempt to cover his ears before lifelessly crashing into a tree and proceedingly to the floor. Since the Kal’Varak, Rasha was never quite the same. The mental effects of the Kal’Varak coupled with a difficult life meant many troubled memories for Saeldur. It did not help soon after being indoctrinated into Xionism by a Wraith, learning the forbidden art of Necromancy before ultimately deciding to reverse the tether with aid and go into hiding. Voices, confusion, and complete madness filled the once Kharajyr’s mind. A mastery of mental magic helped the now High Elf cope with his mental torment, but moments of thoughtless madness still creeped its way into the tortured mind of Saeldur, especially when Kharajyr were around. Being hunted as an Ape’Kharajyr practicing voidal magic for almost a century brought Saeldur a strong disdain for the religious zealots and master race of Metztli.

A. Smith - Imperator Guides - High Elves Tactica - Special

     Metztli, Mother of the Kharajyr and a tempermental Daemon in her own right, watched in complete disgust as her once child shedded her perfect creation, and in her opinion, turned himself into a monster and disgrace. Turning his back on the race she had specifically created in her own image, the Daemon could no longer watch in silence as her forbidden son roamed the lands of Atlas, even bold enough to declare another Mali’Aheral of his own kin. The enraged Goddess decided that the madness the Kal’Varak inflicted was not enough torment for her lost child, and punishment was necessary since the Kharajyr of the land had not avenged their Mother. Despite turning her back on the Kharajyr in Athera, Metztli was still a Daemon, and when the irate Daemon decided Saeldur had seemingly finally managed to live a relatively normal life, excluding moments of mental lapses; she decided this simply could not be tolerated.

     As Saeldur lay writhing on the floor, convulsing in between sputters of breath and muffled curses, the Mali’Aheal would suddenly begin to shrink. Screaming would drown out all other sounds of the forest, Saeldur’s limbs contorting at an impossibly odd and horrifying angle as the now bidpal begin to have bones accustomed to predatory jungle cats forcibly molded into his skeletal frame. Ear curdling clicks of bones snapping into place intermingled with Saeldur’s blood curdling howling would continue as  fur as dark as the night sky would begin to aggressively form in mottled patches on the skin of the mutating Elf before solidifying into a full coat, and that is the last Saeldur could remember before blacking out unconscious. It took quite some time before Saeldur awakened, by chance an old and bearded farmer riding a cart hitched to two equally grizzled horses found himself poking the limp body covered in brightly blue robes riddled in mud next to a tree.  The day was sunny and warm, and nothing unusual plagued the life of the simple farmer as he slowly made his way to Caras Eldar on the simple and unadorned cart.  The farmer would make an asserting click, the two veteran horses slowly trotting to a stop before the farmer would slowly dismount from the cart and grab a gnarled oaken quarterstaff to aid his declining frame. While nothing except a tail was visible from below the hem of his robes, the lifeless body of Saeldur squirmed once more, pain as sharp as knives stabbing through every bone of his body. Dizziness confounded by confusion struck the form of Saeldur as hard as a cudgel between the eyes, and his dry mouth could not even begin to form words.

After reaching the mysteriously wiggling robes, apparently producing sputtering of muted pain faintly from within, the farmer would reach into a pouch and produce a leather water skin. A shaken and visibly distraught Saeldur managed to free his head through the neck of his robes, inhaling a sharp breath of fresh air before his eyes would quickly shift to farmer. It took several odd long moments for Saeldur to gain a grasp on reality before realizing he could not see details of the farmers face and clothing, but  the ungodly scent of the farmer was amplified within his nose with notable accuracy. Merely trying to gain his feet, Saeldur outstretched a han- Utter shock and panic gripped Saeldur at what he could feel connecting to a tree beside him; A paw as black as midnight with thick and deadly claws gripping bark. As almost a reactionary movement, Saeldur would next move his free.. Paw to his face, finding a protruding snout with youthful white whiskers lining its outside alongside the same consistent sleek fur that seemed to cover the rest of once again newly acquired frame. It took only a few more seconds of frantically running his paws over his body before the Kha’Pantera would begin vomiting and going to collapse and pass out once more, though this time due to a combination of both shock and pain.

     Saeldur began to awaken to the sound of a crackling fire and accompanied by a noisy whistle of a cast iron teapot alerting its owner that the water was boiling, and Saeldur quickly attempted to scan his surroundings, met with utter failure. He resorted to raising his newly acquired snout to the air, noticing his hearing seemed to more acute as well. The scent of roasting deer filled his nostrils as his long tongue salivated in his predatory mouth. Saeldur was in a small and cozy hut, attended by a short and homely elderly women wbo was calmly preparing two cups of tea, leaving one and aside and gliding over to Saeldur’s laying frame and bringing the cups to his lips, “Drink,” She would say in emotionless yet commanding tone, clearly a women used to giving orders and being obeyed. After Saeldur quickly gulped down the sweet tea eagerly, he could not refuse from asking,

“Where am I, llir?” Though what was uttered was entirely different, and sounded more like “Where awm I, lee’lyr?”

“Outside Caras Eldar, inside my very own luxurious home,” A motherly smile would settle over her wrinkled features, emitting a wry chuckle, “I tend to some of the villagers when they need any medical aid. Sickness, broken bones, and other minor injuries mostly... When Peter brought you in, you were screaming and wriggling as though you had just been struck by Iblees himself. I’ve seen many injuries in my day, Cat, and I could not manage to find a single thing wrong with you. And I figured you lived without sight for quite some time now.”

“Cawt?” Saeldur would reply incredulously before covering his mouth, thinking yesterday's previous events must have been some sort of terrible nightmare. Running his paws over his body, Saeldur felt the same sleek coat, ears, paws, snout, and tail of a Kha'Pantera. 

 Metztli, perhaps in a form of her own twisted joke, reverted Saeldur into everything he worked his entire life to shed and so thoroughly hated with every fiber of his being. Instead of the towering and lithe Mali’Aheral with pale features and platinum hair, Metztli decided on the dark black coat of a Kha’Pantera, additionally giving him their traditional short stature and unextraordinary frame. Topping it off were his new eyes; Despite the youthful Kha'Pantera frame Metztli amusingly endowed upon Saeldur, two gray eyes that would seem oblivious the world around him would replace the now Elf's acute vision. Saeldur spent many days within the hut resting and gathering strength, once again having to adjust back to his Kharajyr body and loss of his eyesight. After finally gaining enough energy and practice to walk with the aid of the gnarled oaken quarterstaff the farmer decided the Kharajyr needed more, Saeldur set back out into the world of Atlas.

Panther Necromancer by Adamantine Scythedra - DeviantArt

(( This post essentially explains a character change I want to make for my character, Saeldur Asul’Ailer. Saeldur was previously known as Rasha before entering the Varak with  the aid of Elindor and Crumena in Anthos, coming out as a Mali’Aheral and adopting their culture and lifestyle as his own for quite some time. I figured Metztli, a particularly wrathful Daemon with the ability to create a master race, would not take lightly to one of her own spawn utilizing this artifact and living so long with little consequences excluding some small mental illness. Metztli, as a form of her own joke, turned Saeldur into everything he had grown to despise. Instead of appearing a wisened Mali’Aheral, Metztli decided to turn Saeldur into the youthful frame of a Kha’Pantera, perhaps the exact opposite of a High Elf. Saeldur will be able to retain all of his voidal magics through the switch, though his physical frame will be weakened as he adjusts to the frame of a Kharajyr once more. Additionally, Saeldur will fall into a deeper state of despair at having his sight and hard work stripped from him through a horribly painful process, perhaps worse than the Kal'Varak or anything else he has experienced in life ))

[Application]

((MC Name: )) _Princeton_

((RP)) Name: Saeldur Asul'Ailer

Known Arcane Arts:

Air Evocation (TA)

Mental Magic (TA)

Arcanism (MA)

Transfiguration (MA)

Position Desired (Student or Instructor):

Instructor.

When is the best time to contact you for an interview:

Whenever available. 

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Saeldur is a particularly tall and emaciated High Elf, with icy blue eyes, a pale and fair complexion, and platinum colored hair.

RACE: Mali'Aheral/High Elf

GENDER: Male

SKIN COLOR: Pale and fair colored.

BODYMASS: Extremely thin and tall.

HAIR COLOR: Platinum silver.

HAIR STYLE: Free to suggestions, typically done in a neat fashion.

FACIAL HAIR: None.

EYE COLOR: Icy or pale blue.
 

CLOTHES: Normally adorned in long robes to help hide his extremely thin frame, alongside thin gauntlets to protect his feeble arms.

PICTURE (If you have one): https://imgur.com/a/dzzbj Current skin.

Thanks for your time!