Mosue

In the shade of a great tree, a dark elf's crimson eyes read over the newspaper, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. 
"Will people call this fake news?" he'd ask to no one in particular.

I think that Bosses would be a cool addition, however, making it so that only High Leveled Hunters can kill them would be limiting. Why not have it so that High Leveled Hunters could find the bosses, yet need a party of people to take it down? This would lead to people hiring hunters to take down Big Game. 

56 minutes ago, ShameJax said:

Giving everyone 150,000 XP is a horrid idea. It's not dependent at all on what your skills already are. What if you don't even have a masterful skill?

I agree. Every persona, even if they haven't grinded on them, will be granted the 150,000 xp? C'mon son.

2 hours ago, BathRugMan said:

OOC:
Skype name: you have it
Username: Bathrugman

 

 

What is the name you were given at birth?: Beltran De Stolistes
What is the race you were born as?: Human

Whose words are final?: Chieftan's

Do you have ancestry within the Warhawkes? Nope

If you were to be lost in a place you couldn't recognize, how would you find your way back? Ask others, else wander until I found something I recognized

 

 

You will be contacted in game shortly.

Eraynion Taloha waded through the eerily calm waters on his personal canoe. His burgundy red eyes squinted at the rolling mists surrounding him. Where was he? The simple question filled him with anxiety. What if he couldn’t return home? Would the others merely forget he ever existed? His oar rose and lowered with each stroke, propelling him forward, disturbing the still water with each dip.

Thunk. Confused, Eraynion’s eyes snapped to the right. His oar had hit something solid. But how? Nothing should be all the way out here. The mist began to lighten, revealing what he had hit: there a stone pillar rose far above him towards the sky. An albino hawk sat atop the pillar, staring down at Eraynion with its equally as red eyes. Eraynion froze. He had seen this hawk before, in dreams of the past.

“Maybe I’m just hallucinating,” said the dark elf under a breath. The white hawk squaked, opened its wings and flapped them once; it then dove towards Eraynion, forcing him to duck. The hawk circled around Eraynion for a few moments before flying into the fog. Eraynion hurriedly oared after the bird. As he paddled, the mist continued to clear. It became evident that the pillar he had bumped into wasn’t the only one here. Eraynion stopped rowing, his eyes widening. With the mist finally cleared the true nature of this location was revealed. He could see rocks that towered above him, pillars that pierced the clouds. He could hear the tweets of birds, the croaks of frogs, and the distinct chirp of Bokolo.

Eraynion swiftly rowed toward what he could see was an entrance into the island. The tip of his canoe tapped against the island’s stone, reverberating through the canoe’s wood and Earynion’s bones. Chills ran down his spine. He stood up, careful not to lose his balance on his little boat, and reached up to grab a hold of the gaping cavern ledge. He pulled himself up and over. A breeze flowed over him, ruffling his mohawk.

Eraynion could feel his heart drum against his chest as he moved forward. After leaving the cavern entrance, his eyes dilated against the sunlight, partially blocked by the island’s main spire. Excitement filled him. He had finally found… a place to live.

Blub, the Olog with dwarfism, rides around on his brother Jihb's back shouting "WUHBOLIONNNNN!"

Eraynion sat around the campfire, playing on his bongos.
 

"No kings, only Malin," he'd mutter.

   Twas a cold night at the Warhawke keep, and the Chieftain Eraynion was just finishing up a construction in his workshop. Yawning, he left his creation on the table and set forth for fresh air. High above him hung the milky-white moon, which illuminated the courtyard. As Eraynion went to check the gate out of habit, he noticed a figure leaning against the stable fence.

“Dakath?” he’d call out, approaching his fellow Warhawke.

 “Ah, Chieftain, I was just…” His voice was fatigued and his eyes were drooping. Eraynion looked past Dakath at what laid within the stables. A three foot tall egg, surrounded by hay, sat snuggly within.

“It should hatch soon, Chieftain, right?” asked Dakath.

“Hmm…” hummed Eraynion. Like clockwork, the egg began to shake side to side. Dakath, noticing that his leader’s eyes had widened, quickly turned around.

“Sir!” excitedly said Dakath.

“I see it, I see it,” replied Eraynion. The two dark elves climbed over the fence and squatted by the shivering egg. It began to crack; after a moment, an orange beak poked from the shell, and eventually, after breaking up more of its organic prison, the baby Bokolo freed its head.

With a happy chirp its wings expanded, splattering the remains of the egg all over the stable. Eraynion’s eyes sparkled at the baby Bokolo; it was twice the size of a chicken, and had golden feathers covering its body. Instead of hopping over to Eraynion, it walked up to Dakath and began to hop up and down in place.

“What should we name it?” asked Dakath, letting the Bok Bok jump into his arms.

With a soft sigh Eraynion said, “It seems that is your responsibility now.”

Dakath paused, his eyebrows crinkling. He thought long about what to name the Bok Bok. Then it hit like a ton of boulders— he said with a smile, “Lareh’li!”

“Lareh’li?” asked Eraynion, head tilting. 

“So Larry?” finally said Eraynion, garnering a raised eyebrow from Dakath.

“Uh… sure, Chief,” replied Dakath.

“Bok Bok’s require a lot of attention… they’re like toddlers,” explained Eraynion as the baby Bokolo chirped.

Dakath nodded, slightly confused. He then said, “I’ll take care of him to my best ability, sir.”

And so, the adventures of Larry and Dakath had begun.

-A small note is pinned underneath the flyer-

August's Boots is a high quality shop! The pair of boots I got from August is the finest that I've ever owned for the last century! 

I give the shop a 5/5! ~R

YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH BEHIND ORC CULTURE?
 

STONESKIN OPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Out-Of-Character Information

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: Ecclesiastes510

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: Mosue

Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes, of course!

Do you understand you cannot be on both of these accounts at once? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes.

Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yeah.

How long have you been on LotC?: I played in Asulon and returned during Athera.

How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?: 1

Welcome! Enjoy these two scraps of memes.

Eraynion awakens from his slumber. With groggy eyes and a dry mouth, he mutters, "It's.. happening!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkBMAHUkibY

He and I have been leading the Warhawkes since we returned to LotC in the beginning of May. He's an organized leader, +1

Eraynion cracks his knuckles, "This will be interesting." 

 Eraynion Taloha sits crisscrossed, alone, with eyes closed and hands together. He’s meditating in a world devoid of light... void. In front of him is a yellow-stained glass sphere. Three smaller spheres orbit the yellow one ever so slowly. These four objects are all that Ray can feel. The three smaller spheres each have their own colors: orange, green, and blue. Ray sets his minute focus on the blue one as it nears him.

 Upon closer inspection, the sphere has charcoal lines drawn on it. Every line seems to vary in length and shape, never ending, always connecting; never horizontal to other lines, always parallel. In some areas, the lines draw nearer. In others, significant spacing occurs between lines.

 Drip. A water droplet splashes into the void fibers in front of Ray. The energy scatters across the fibers; acting as if it were water, creating waves. The waves collide with Ray. His eyes snap open, drawing him back into reality. “It’s raining,” he mutters. The sounds of heavy rainfall are slipping through the marble walls.

   “Any luck?”   asks Ereinion, who sits on the stairs overlooking the room.

   “No,”   says Ray with a sigh. He gathers to a stand and steps over to the rotating spheres. He sets his hand on the unmoving yellow sphere. Rei pushes off the staircase and drops to the ground. The wooden floor squeaks on impact.

   “The creator of these spheres is long dead,” says Rei as he walks around the room, “We’ve been here for two Elven days and have found nothing about these spheres.. besides dried blood at the tower’s top.”

   “You suggest we leave,”   Ray says, turning to his brother.

   “I do,”   responds Rei, he pauses, “I do not trust Sevilo to keep order… efficiently.”

 “He’s older than us.”

 “No matter.” Rei grabs his satchel and sling it over his shoulder. Outside, the rain begins to lighten. Ray lets out a long sigh. His brother stands at the building’s threshold, waiting.

 “Fine,” grumbles Ray. His eyes return to the yellow sphere. A ray of sunlight pierces through a crack in the wall. It illuminates the orb. Ray’s eyes widen. Inside the orb is a smaller orb. A light bulb. “Brother.”

 “What?” Rei looks back. They both stand in bewilderment of the glowing yellow orb. In unison they utter, “The sun.”

Eraynion Taloha crosses his arms after reading through the notice. "Silverfish?" He mutters. "Another nuisance.." Unlike his tribe brethren, he won't be able to beat hundreds of Silverfish into submission. "Well, maybe.." Ray says with a stupid grin, knowing it'd be nigh impossible. 

Name/Mc Name: Eraynion Taloha (Mosue)

Age: 97, identical twin of Ereinion

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Are you moving in alone or with family? If so, how many? The others are out on business, I and my brother will be the first of the Warhawkes to move in.

Do you swear to abide by the laws of this hollow? I swear to abide by the laws.

Skype(Optional): N/A

Minecraft Account Name:

MosueMan

How old are you?:

15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

United States / Central Time Zone

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

I believe I do. I know the simple differences between commonly misused words such as 'lie' and 'lay'. You don't 'lay down'. You lie down.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I enjoy spending time with my friends and having fun. I dislike people who are mean for no apparent reason.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

During the weekdays I can spend 2- 4 hours. While on weekends, when I'm not doing anything, I can spend more than 5.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

It involves acting out as if you were someone else. Too watch them grow emotionally and develop their own friendships.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I've been in multiple RP servers before, mostly Post-Apoc.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Meta-gaming is when someone takes something from OOC and applies it into IC. Like if someone tells the location of buried treasure that requires a map to legitimately find to a person over something like Steam or skype. Then that same person who now knows the information OOC goes and gets the treasure without his character ever knowing about it.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:

When someone pulls a ludicrous move in RP. Like *deflects all arrows and makes them fly back toward the attackers which kills them instantly*. Or when someone does an action without allowing someone to react.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I've heard great things about this server from my friends. I'm expecting a server with rich RP and a great staff.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

TheVault, something about the staff. Aswein, things got dull. And some others I forgot the names of.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

Yes.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:

Yes.

How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?:

I've heard through people talking about and some friends also saying things about it.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

I have not.

Character Name:

Zaklif Anitoro

What Race are you?:

Elf.

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

Wood Elf and a High Elf mix.

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.):

A tall elf with long spiky brown hair stands in front of a beautiful queen. She has a vibrant smile on her face. The light flows as if it was a river through the giant church window and illuminates her jewel encrusted dress. The elf kneels down onto his right knee, holding his head down. The queen raises the ceremonial sword above the elf’s right shoulder before bringing it down gently. The sun glistens in the sun’s glow. The queen raises the sword once again and gently rests it on the other shoulder. “Now, young Anitoro, you are now my knight-“

A loud crash awakens a child from his thoughts, “Dad?” He stands up from a corner in his leaky room. Rainfall pounds down on the roof causing loud splashing sounds. He takes a step forward, toward his door, but quickly scoots up against the wall when his father barges in. His elven father adorns a large grimace across his cinnamon toned face. The kid bites down on his lip to suppress a cry

The father belches loudly and wavers to the right nearly falling over. “Zalkif! Did you break one of our glass windows!" His father yells loudly at him before quickly grabbing his neck and lifting him off the ground. He gasps for air and tries prying his father’s hands off of his neck. “…Who DID THEN!?” his father yells directly into his face. Zalkif scampers around his mind for an answer and finds nothing to lie to his father. Water silently drops from the ceiling onto the mahogany floor. His father shoves him against the wall once again before letting go. Zalkif slides down the pale grey wall and onto the floor.

“I broke it… on accident- I was playing...” His father turns on his heels and stares down Zalkif in a drunken manner. His father bares his yellow teeth and walks slowly toward him. Fear fills the child’s eyes as he realized he should have been quiet. The footsteps echo throughout his mind. His vision begins to blur as he brings his knees toward his chest while tears pour down his cheeks.

Crimson liquid seeps through a small scruffy child’s leg wound as he runs in the rain. He’s running away from his family, his friends, his life. He’s running to start a new life somewhere else. Tears stream down his already moist face as he slows down on the outskirts of the village. He collapses into the muddy road, and he feels the full effect of countless beatings received from his father for unheard reasons. Maybe it was his father’s alcohol addiction? No, it can’t be that. It was always just him, just a weakling, just undeserving trash. The small boy curls up into a fetal position and whimpers, “It was all of my fault, I deserved being hurt…- so why am I running!?...”

His eyes widen as the wind seems to whisper into his ear, “Zalkif, you need to keep running. Or your father will kill you.” Long pointed ears twitch to the noise; it seems to come from every direction. The child, shivering uncontrollably, begins to sit up and wipes the mud off of the deep cut on his leg. “See? He wanted you to die...” He shakes his head; denying that. His vision blurs when he tries to get back onto his feet.

“Daddy loved me though! I- I… “Zalkif crosses his arms and hugs himself tightly. “... You’re right, whoever you are… I need to leave this place... and… start a new life? Yeah...yeah… yeah…” The shivering seems to halt as the kid wipes his eyes. His right eye appears to be a dull brown in color, while his other is a vibrant green. He sniffles before trudging back down the sloppy road at a snail’s pace.

His father didn’t always hurt him. It used to be a wonderful life, because of his mother’s love and kindness. After she passed away his father turned to alcohol to try and get over the depression. Too bad alcohol is also depressant. A while after the addiction had increased; his father started having extreme rage fits. His father’s anger fits intensity increased as time passed until the alcoholic actually started to physically take out anger on him. The time between of the fits kept on increasing until he finally left the village in search of refuge. A few days after he left his father committed suicide by killing the town’s head guard and being impaled by spears multiple times in the abdomen. The man died with a sad frown plastered on his cold face.

The child roamed around Asulon for next 22 elven years. During those times he became who he is now. At times he seems to be completely different to people he’s known. But, usually he acts normal. The ‘norm’ for him involves being quiet and being emotionally detached. He even might react completely opposite to a situation. Like, if someone is trying to make him laugh he might cry or if someone tries to kill him he would begin laughing. His hair is long and spiked on one side. A long stand runs down the middle of his face and barely covers his nearly neon green left eye while the other dull brown eye can be seen clearly. His skin looks as if someone took toast and cooked it to a nearly golden crunch, but not completely golden. He is also unusually tall; even for an Elf. He stands at the height of 6’11.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

Right now he is seeking out a connection to his past. He wants to know what happened to his family and why. Also he want's to hone in on his skills which have started to become lacking.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

When he is acting normal he prefers his mahogany bow.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?

He doesn't actually have a 'most' skilled talent, he is proficient a bit of everything but not truly good at them.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character:

Sometimes wakes up in obscure places with a loss of memory.

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? Zalkif’s ears twitch to the noise of a squeaking halfing. “Huh?...” He quickly hides down on his knees near some large foliage when he spots the two heavily armed warriors. A small voice chirps behind Zalkif’s head, ‘Go ahead and kill them all and steal their money’ Zalkif grits his teeth, ignoring that small voice, and watches the two men throw the halfing on the ground. The two then presume to kick the poor little guy. Zalkif begins to laugh but shortly stops himself. One of the warriors looks over to where Zalkif would be hiding, “Who’s there?” Zalkif responds, “No one!” he then blinks, realizing he just gave away his location. He chuckles and stands up. Zaklif then pulls out his favorite mahogany bow, and draws out an arrow. The two armed men tense up. Zaklif releases the string, sending the arrow like lighting toward the two men. The arrow cuts a stand of hair off of the grey haired warrior. The man catches his flock of hair and looks back at Zalkif. He isn’t there.

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?

Zalkif looks around the booth admiring the goods. “Hmm… have any arrows?” The merchant nods and bends down, “You’re lucky, this is the last bundle I have.” He stands again and sets down 32 arrows wrapped with a rope on the counter. Zalkif hunches over to observe the quality of the arrows. He nods to himself, “How much Mr. Merchant guy?” The man narrows his eyes at the tall elf. Zalkif’s ears twitch in response to being stared at. The merchant speaks up, “How about… 57 minas?” It’s a little high. Zalkif nods and pulls out a bag of coins from his pocket. He takes 3 coins out and shoves the three minas back into his pocket before setting the bag on the counter. Zalkif taps his fingers on the stall’s counter waiting for the old man to count the minas. The merchant nods to the elf. Zalkif then picks up the bundle and trots off into the busy streets.

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?:

Zalkif stops in front of a two roomed hut which is overgrown with vines and lots of small ferns. He looks around, “Seems abandoned… hum.” He steps forward; using his right hand to move vines out of his way, and enters the first room. Zalkif mumbles to himself, “Nothing to see here but a bunch of mossy cobbled stone…” He then enters the next room which seems to be a storage room. He rummages through the many chests finding nothing but some string. He sighs before standing and shuts the cranky chests. Zalkif glances around the room and ends up laying his eyes on an old painting mounted on the nearby wall. His eyes narrow as he examines every detail of the painting. ‘Zalkif, check behind it. I’ve heard of people hiding like, vaults inside walls before.’ Zalkif’s ears twitch to the small voice echoing around his head. He shrugs and pulls the painting off; revealing a large chest just sitting in the carved out wall. “Oh.” He pokes the lock with his finger and the rusty mechanism just falls off. Right before he opens it he begins hearing loud footsteps coming from around the front of the hut. Zalkif’s eyes widen, “This place is abandoned though!” He glances with his eyes into the chest spotting a few iron bars and a flimsy gold sword. The footsteps seem to be getting louder. His greedy hands try to take one bar but he decides not getting stabbed is better. He jumps back dropping the iron bar onto the floor and darts out through a small opening in the roof by using vines on the wall. Nothing but the dark of the night is returning to the house.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

Zalkif, hungry and tired, walks out of the forest he has been roaming around for the past day. Some crazy guy with flint and steal burnt his map, or that’s what he believes what happened, and he had no way to tell which way he was going. He looks up from dragging his feet on the open grassy hills and glances around. He tilts his head as he sees a small cluster of tents and decides he should investigate. When he arrives he is greeted by a few traders. “Hello sir, how may we help you?” One of the few traders standing near the tall elf asks. Zalkif rubs his stomach, “Got any food? I have some minas to spare…” The trader grins, “Course, come this way.” He motions for Zalkif to follow. The small group maneuvers through the cluster of tents toward the main traders’ hut; which has most of the goods. Outside the tent is an open fire which has a few cooking fish propped with sticks through their mouths and out their backs. “Just now caught these 4 large fish from the nearby river, I say around 7 minas and you can have em’ after they’re done cooking.” The trader who said that sits on a nearby log while the traders following them go into the main tent to do trader things. Zalkif nods, “Alrighty.” A few more minutes later he exchanges his money for the fish and heads off, forgetting that he should have bought another map.

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?:

Zalkif walks down the street and stops over hearing small conversation about bandits and a reward or something. “Was it the same bandits that beat me up when I passed out in the middle of that field?” He asks himself before walking up to the group of people. “Where are the guards at now?” The few people in a circle look at each other before one points toward the middle of the town. “Right, thanks…” He begins going over his items, “Only about 34 arrows left…ehh.” His eyes glance around the busy main square before finding the group of guards with a few volunteers armed with woodmen’s axes or pickaxes. Zalkif walks up the one guard asking people that walk by about the situation. The guard stops one civilian and begins asking him. “There is a reward!... gah-“ The same civilian walks off in a hurry. The guard turns to his right while rubbing his face and looks up to the tall elf, “Oh hello there .. er “ Zalkif scratches his own head, “ I’m Zalkif, and I heard about need for fighters.” The guard’s face brightens up, “Ah! Yeses’ and there is even a reward if we take them out.” A small voice chirps in Zalkif’s ears, ‘Course there is a reward if they kill the bandits, they would be dead if they failed.’ Zalkif chuckles to himself and the guard looks at the elf weirdly. “So you’re in?” the guard asks finally. Zalkif nods.