Nari izandi

Oath

I, Alestor Fullplate, Swear upon my honour that I will uphold the peace and security of my lord and lady, Ryder Hightower, James Hightower and Lancel Hightower, and keep them safe. All indulgences of the world will not disrupt my task in protecting them to the best of my ability. So do I swear, Alestor Fullplate.

Application

Mc name? : minerider98 Rp name: Alestor Fullplate

Where does thou reside? : New Oren

2. What race are you? : Wood Elf

3. Have you ever been banned? If so what for? : Yes in my first couple of months for poor use of rp.

4. What reason are you joining for? : I do not tolerate injustice or law breakers I am a good fighter however and i like to observer a situation before jumping in all guns blazing, so this seems like my line of work.

5. Did anyone direct you to joining, if so who? : Yes Titiana, Corvo and I where chasing a masked

villain of some sort that seemed to be cause a disturbance near the shield headquarters.

What would you do in the situations below? :

-A man is walking down a street in fine silks and exotic velvet, running up to him you see two goblins and a orc about to corner him in a dark alley by the tavern. You hear a yelp and rush in to find him dead, the three running down the alley.

Alestor firstly observes the dead citizen to see his injuries. After noticing the deep wound in the corpse’s neck and seeing that some coins are scattered along the alley, Alestor follows the trail. Quietly Alestor sneaks down the alley, with his crossbow at the ready. As the trial of coins grows scarce, Alestor over hears what sounds like an orc and two goblins scuffling around with their new loot. With his crossbow loaded he swiftly turns a corner to find both goblins and the orc which where two busy auguring with them self’s to notice Alestor presence. Knowing the orc would be the strongest opponent, Alestor let lose his bolt in the orc’s head. As the orc wailed and dropped to the ground with the bolt embedded in it skull, the two goblins drop their valuables and draw their cutlasses attempting to ambush Alestor. Alestor retreats down the corner he emerged from, reloading his crossbow as he makes his way to the town streets where guards could subdue the goblins. Concerned citizens begin to crowd the alley as the corpse draws the eyes of the townsfolk. Alestor continues to run down the alley, where he sees two guards and the tavern owner looking down at the corpse. He yells “help” to his fellow guards to calm the situation. Doing so, he let lose another bolt into the bony leg of the closer of the two goblins. He lets out a small shriek and falls to the ground. The second goblin now hot on Alestors tail jumps on too his back and attempts to cut Alestors, neck like he did the gentleman earlier. Aware that he was in trouble Alestor stops and jumps backwards in the alley wall, knocking the goblin of his back and breaking his ribs in the process. The two guards run down the Alley to capture the goblins that had to pay for their crimes. Alestor accompanies the goblins to the gallows to see their judgment.

- Inside of the local inn you’re enjoying a nice mug of ale. You’ve had a few and you’re not in your best mind of judgement, nor are you in your uniform. A drunken man stumbles into you and believes you pushed him and begins to throw punches. What do you do?

Alestor unaware of what just hit him stumbles to the ground dropping his ale. Alestor is not one to be disturbed whilst drinking his ale. As the man attempts to throw another punch, Alestor jumps up from the floor and launches a perfect head but sending the man backwards. Alestor now disoriented stumbles over to his stool where he pulls himself back up to the bar. During this commotion the bar tender stands out from behind Alestor, aware that it was the drunken man that began this scuffle he places Alestor in his seat with new ale, and begins yelling at the drunken man. Which put an end to this unpleasant ruckus?

-You are sent by Prince Lancel himself to achieve a mission that is of the highest importance. On your way out of the city you run into a higher ranked Shield who brings you into private and orders you to do a separate, non-linked high importance mission. What do you do?

Knowing that the higher mission from prince Lancel must be carried out as soon as possible Alestor would achieve both, however in order of urgency.

Minecraft Account Name:

MineRider98

How old are you?:

14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

London (GMT)

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

Yes (I live in London)

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am 14 years old and living in London, England so off cause I have a great understanding of the English language. I have a sense of humour and a likeable personality, however griefing dose annoy me very much. I shall have respect for the sever and never dishonour or disrespect anyone be it my supervisors, or companion. And final I love Minecraft, skyrim, oblivion and fried chicken (not a game I not game know but it is so delicious).

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

4-6 days a week. When I am free of school and got no homework.

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

My knowledge of role is when you take the persona of the character you intend to be on the sever, so you are the merchant, warrior, wizard, elf etc.

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

I have be on various roleplaying severs such as obsidian craft and meepcraft and I have never left character I never ask for promotions or money I simply wait and work.

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

I understand Meta-gaming to be ooc out of character/out of role-play. meta gaming is a term used for anyone that makes decisions for the character they are role-playing as, using knowledge that the player (not the character) would know.eg see the name above them and saying “hi (name here) how are you.

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

Power gaming is as I understand it is forcing actions against another player. As so if in real life you would not instantly kill someone. Take their money and walk away with no harm to yourself.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I hope the server to be containing tonnes of people that stick to the principles of lord of the craft and role-play. I just really want to enjoy myself and role-play with the community.

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

I have played on obsidian craft and meepcraft and, I left as the admins where idiots and overpowered. Also, not caring about the members of their sever so I hope lord of the craft is a better run sever.

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

Yes. I have no intention of breaking the law.

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

promise to respect the laws of the Sever, the Forum and Teamspeak.

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

It was mentioned by my friend Huw/Huwbert98 . So I thought that I should give it a try.

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

My second application

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/):

Character Name:

Astër Melâne

What Race are you?:

Elven/ I think it’s Mali in elven

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

Wood Elf

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.):

I was born into a stable family of caring elves known as the Melâne’s, which lived in the city Alras. No catastrophe happened to them but old age. As an only elf child from a wealthy family, I have been given many privileges, never gone hungry, had everything I wished for and nothing haunts my very existence. I was very young during the war I have faint memories of it. I only remember the few wounded who returned. One of whom was my father. Luckily with the help of medical experts and my mother’s love and care My Father made a full recovery. During my school years I was popular, all elves and humans spoke to me, but who could blame them I took full advantage of their parent minas by providing them with luxuries such as sweets, sugar and occasionally fried chicken, that their parents had forbidden them from purchasing! By my third year I had come to grips with my future “I’m going to be a merchant!” I told myself each morning. It was my daily Mantra. To my dismay my simple school store was put on hold by a complaining parent, so now I was out of school and had nothing to do, My Mother insisted that I worked with my father on the farm. By the age of 16 I had completely forgotten my ambitions to set up a small trading post that showcased to the general public of Alras, my capabilities as a merchant. I had just finished collecting the wheat which had to be stored, when I stumbled across my old school sack. I opened it and immediately all my ideas, ambitions and plans for my future of becoming a merchant came rushing back to me.

So I began to organise my thoughts, what could I sell? Weapons and Armour, far too expensive to purchase in bulk, plus I will have to consult with the blacksmith, and for sure he will demand payment. Ores, Gemstones? They will sell, but I am terrified of those dwarves and for sure I will have to consult with them too. It took me a good few days’ until I worked it out. Finally I awoke one night yelling “random, anything, everything!” it was so obvious, staring me right in the face. The people of Alras want a selection. That morning I grabbed my sack, said my goodbyes and headed off. “

Then just as things where looking up, and my stores were high. Disaster stuck! One night as I travelled home to Alras, I heard a sudden sound of a breaking branch. The whole forest was alive. It obvious I was being tracked. This was the perfect place for an ambush. “Bandits!” I muttered I could sense their presence, they must have been tracking me for days I could see it in their eyes. “Damn it!” I should have never let my guard down. How could I have been so careless? I am going to have to fight them off. I drew my hunting knife and readied for a long night. I managed to hold off four of them, before they stepped up their game, and begun with the throwing knifes. It was like being attacked by sparrows. I look around trying to triangulate the thrower, but as a result I took a knife across my left eye. I didn’t even feel the blade so why I am in such pain? Now blinded in one eye and my face streaming with blood, I try to regain my surroundings. It hopeless I’m out numbered, and before regain my senses a fist slams straight into my face. I’m out cold.

I awake to the sounds of triumph. The bandits must love their new loot. I open my eye to find I am in a, magnificent tent? I try to ignore the new searing pain that runs down the left side off my face. I need to see the damage to my face. I hunt and find a luxurious mirror with crystal blue glass, and jewels at its hilt, Staring at my sapphire reflection I notice I have bandage over my eye, I tremble as I remove the bandage, I am shocked to see a dark red cut running from my eye brow onto my eyelids and down my cheek. I need to get out of here. I gather my remaining belongings and the mirror, I reapply the bandage, Just as I am about to make my escape someone comes in. I fall back in a shock, crashing onto the floor. I turn and see a beautiful woman offering me her hand. I take it gratefully, she is a little older than I, and I am mesmerised. Her Mediterranean skin gleams shone like gold, her flowing dark hair sparkling in the sunlight. She’s just perfect I thought, she seemed to be in battle gear. Well she is a bandit remember, Can I trust her?

“Um you okay?” she asks. What she mean? I realize I’m drooling.

“Oh right um sorry about that, so were you coming to check up on me?” I ask foolishly.

“Yup just came to check up on your scar as soon as it’s healed you can continue on your journey.” She replies “so let’s see the scar.” she says going for the bandage.

“NO!” I yell “why would I let you see the wound that you and friends did.”

“Friends.” she laughs they are defiantly not my friends. I’m not even a real bandit.”

“Sure you’re not a bandit.” I say sarcastically.

“No I’m serious. I was only brought up here, but apparently I’m not ambush material.” She replies.

“Erm sorry about that I guess.” I say stupidly. I notice her pointed ears shooting from her hair, and immediately I comment. “So I take it by your ears that you elf to.”

“Oh.” she say, fixing her hair she replied “yes Wood Elf. You?”

I freeze what Elf am I? “I don’t actually know.” I whisper “I guess high El-.”

“No you’re not a high Elf you features say otherwise.” She stares at me observing my posture and face like a cat.

“Oh am I a dark elf then?” I say anxious to know what sub-race I am.

“Off course not.” she giggles “I can’t say for sure but I think you’re wood elf.”

“Wow. It’s a lot to take in.” I say confused. There are couple minutes of silence. Wow I am wood elf how come my parents never told me I just assumed I was a high elf. Then I remember still adjusting to the town when I was born they must have moved there to start a new life. I don’t notice at first when she grasps my hand. I see she’s holding my sack. I follow her out of the tent, around the camp and through the forest and on the path to Alras.

“So this is not usual protocol for bandits.” She says “So you must return on your journey.” She says with a tone of sadness.

“So I this is goodbye?” I ask.

“Yes, oh by the way I never got your name wood Elf?” she asks with a sly expression.

“Astër Melâne.” I shoot back. “And you?”

“Miclë Ärta.” she Responds. “May our paths cross again one day?” I take a mental recording of this moment as she disappeared into the forest and I set foot on the path.

Character info:

Age: 23

Height: 5ft

Weight: 75k

What is your Character's ambitions?:

Astër Melâne ambitions are to sell and trade. I just wish to be a merchant.

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

Iron Axe(protection purposes).

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

Selling, trading, speech (talk my way out of anything. Unless it’s dwarfs they scare me)

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

My skin

Other Information about your Character:

Very opportunistic, welcoming, maybe changes his tunic now and then and highly likeable (scared of dwarves)

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?

Answer: I would approach the two warriors with a slow stride and begin to work my charms in speech. “Well hello now why on earth are you harassing this poor gentleman?” I say sarcastically. “Jog on mate.” Armed warrior one says gruffly standing tall over me. “Now don’t get your chain male in a twist.” I chirp. “Oy!” Armed warrior two “he said jog on.” And sends Punch in to my torso. “Well.” I cough “Well this no way to treat a politician.” I say furiously. “P p p politician” they both stutter curiously “sorry sir, we didn’t mean-” I cut them off “Now let’s pretend this did not happen before send both you to the Alras dungeon! We would want that would we?” I say demandingly. “No sir” they both squeal, dropping the money as they running away. I Help the Halfling up and pack his belongs. “Thank you sir.” He says contently “and good to you luck in politics.” “Ha. I’m not a politician. I’m just a merchant.” I chuckle. “You got me you’re a better actor.” He says as we leave the path for civilisation.

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?

Answer: As a merchant myself I am aware of crooks; however I approach the stall admiring the produce “Hiya mate what you selling.” I reply. “A bit of everything.” He laughs. Displaying some wools, swords, various leather items, spider eyes, and a music disc. “Ha hardly everything.” I say. Chuckling to myself as, I leave for a decent stall for trade.

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?:

Answer: I love loot but as I am Unaware of what poisons and traps are lurking around this deserted hut so I leave the items be. Who knows it might be sacred or not even abandoned. as pain full as it is I guess it will stay alone, untouched, unnoticed , unused.

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

Answer: I great them as I normally would and ask of food and temporary accommodation In their own tongue of cause. Over all I would stay on high alert last thing I need is a tribe of orcs, bandits, dwarfs especially high alert if it were dwarfs. I would want to be a burden to them either so once I’m good, I’m gone.

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?:

Answer: I am always looking for a reward and now bandits are involved too, this may be a chance to find Miclë. First I need to know what kind of reward or bandits I’m facing. “So what kind of reward are we talking about?” I ask curiously. “Well maybe couple 100 minas or so.” “Sounds Interesting I guess I’m in.” Weapons? I don’t like anything but my axe. “I would like to use my axe that ok with you guys.” “Ok what about armour and protection.” I say anxiously. “Well is there’s going to be a whole squad of troops so it’s safe and perfectly planned nothing will go wrong.” They reply. “So why do you need me?” I grin. “Um err.” Emanate from the group. “I have one last question, what colour tents do they have?” I add. “I believe its bordeaux red.” Reply’s the chief “So you in?” “I’m not interested plus, you don’t need me with warriors such as yourself.” I laugh sarcastically as I leave the crowd.

My utmost apologies if I post this to early, and I hope this is my last post.

Lord of the craft Application

Out of character

Minecraft Account Name: How old are you? : MineRider98

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: London (GMT)

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? : Yes (I live in London)

Description of yourself: I am 14 years old and living in London, England so off cause I have a great understanding of the English language. I have a sense of humour and a likeable personality, however griefing dose annoy me very much. I shall have respect for the sever and never dishonour or disrespect anyone be it my supervisors, or companion. And final I love Minecraft, skyrim, oblivion and fried chicken (not a game I not game know but it is so delicious).

How much time could you be on the server weekly? : 4-6 days a week. When I am free of school and got no homework.

What do you know about Roleplaying? : My knowledge of role is when you take the persona of the character you intend to be on the sever, so you are the merchant, warrior, wizard, elf etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any? : Yes. I have be on various roleplaying severs such as obsidian craft and meepcraft and I have never left character I never ask for promotions or money I simply wait and work.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I understand Meta-gaming to be ooc out of character/out of role-play.eg see the name above them and saying “hi (name here) how are you.”

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the opposite of meta-gaming and as I understand it is forcing actions against another player. As so if in real life you would not instantly kill someone. Take their money and walk away with no harm to yourself.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? : I have played on obsidian craft and meepcraft and, I left as the admins where idiots and overpowered. Also, not caring about the members of their sever so I hope lord of the craft is a better run sever.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? : Yes. I have no intention of breaking the law.

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

How did you hear about us? : It was mentioned by my friend Huw/Huwbert98 . So I thought that I should give it a try.

In character

Character Name: Astër Melâne

What Race are you? : Elven/ I think it’s Mali in elven

What Sub-Race are you? : wood Elf

Biography: I was born into a stable family of caring elves known as the Melâne’s, which lived in the city Alras. No

catastrophe happened to them but old age. As an only elf child from a wealthy family, I have been given many privileges, never gone hungry, had everything I wished for and nothing haunts my very existence. I was very young during the war I have faint memories of it. I only remember the few wounded who returned. One of whom was my father. Luckily with the help of medical experts and my mother’s love and care My Father made a full recovery. During my school years I was popular, all elves and humans spoke to me, but who could blame them I took full advantage of their parent minas by providing them with luxuries such as sweets, sugar and occasionally fried chicken, that their parents had forbidden them from purchasing. By my third year I had come to grips with my future “I’m going to be a merchant!” I told myself each morning. It was my daily Mantra. By 16 years old I had set up a small trading post and began to show the general public of Alras, my capabilities as a merchant. It did not go according to my great plan! I guess not everyone’s thinks like school kids, as it wasn’t long before I noticed that adults are not sweet and sugar fans.

So I thought of items, worthy to sell, weapons, and armour? Too expensive to purchase in bulk, plus I will have to consult with the blacksmith and he will want payment too. Ores? Gemstones? It will sell, but I hate dwarfs and for sure I will have to consult with them too…. It took me days’ work out, until I awoke one night yelling “random, anything, everything!” it was so obvious the people of Alras want a selection. That morning I grabbed my sack and head off. “All I need is a couple months of hording, and I will have enough items for a year.” I kept telling myself this and travelled back and forth, deposit the goods at home and stock up. Sounds easy, but I was wrong. Half way through the second month I had been ambushed and looted. “Let’s just drop this off at home and in the future hire someone to do it for me.” Then just as things where looking up, there’s sound of a broken branch. Creatures were moving around the forest, around me. “Bandits!” they been tracking me, damn it I should have never let my guard down. Guess I have to fight them off as I did last week (barely made that night I thought). I drew my hunting knife and readied for a long night. I managed to hold of four before they up there game, and begin with I throwing knifes. It is like being attacked by sparrows as I kept receiving multiple knifes to the gut. I look around trying to triangulate the thrower, but as a result I took knife a across my left eye .I didn’t even care, I didn’t even feel it so why should I be in pain. They could do anything I am not budging .The knifes stopped darting at me in an instant. Now blinded in one and the other drowning in blood, I had no sight. Shielding the blood form my one good eye I noticed a fist come straight to my face. I’m out cold.

I awake by the sound of shouts of bandits enjoying their new loot. I open my eyes “I am in a tent? I ignore the searing pain runs down the left side off my face. I find a luxurious mirror with jewels at it hilt, and crystal blue glass. Staring at my sapphire reflection I notice I have bandage over my eye “great now look like a pirate.” I admire these treasures for a moment then it occurs to, me there all STOLEN! I need to get out of here it gather my stuff clothes and the mirror. Just as I walk up to the leave, someone comes in. I fall back in a shock, crashing into my sleep bag. I turn and see a beautiful woman offering a hand up. I take it gratefully and now that I’m stand I see she about 23 -25 maybe. Her Mediterranean skin matches the olive tents, her flowing dark hair sparkling in the sunlight. She’s just perfect.

“Um you okay?” she asks. What she mean? I realize I’m drooling. “Oh right um sorry about that, so were you coming to check up on me?” I ask foolishly. “Yup just came to check up on your scar as soon as it’s healed you can continue on your journey.” She replies “so let’s see the scar. She removes the bandage softly reviling the scar “Oh, its terrible!” she squealed. “What no. let me see?” I take out the blue mirror to see a nothing but a basic scar running along my lids over a now grey pupil and over my eyebrow. “It’s not that ba-.” “Hahaha!” she laughed “I was just messing around it healed fine.” Her laughter was so hysterical her hair shook around reviling her pointed ears. “You’re an elf too?” I say surprised. Fixing her hair she replied “yes Wood Elf. You?” I freeze what Elf am I? “I don’t know.” I whisper “I guess high El-.” “No you’re not a high Elf you features say otherwise.” She stares at me observing my posture and face like a cat. “Oh am I a dark elf then?” I say anxious to know what sub-race I am. “Off course not.” she giggles “I can’t say for sure but I think you’re wood elf.” “Wow. It’s a lot to take in.” I say confused. There are couple minutes of silence. Until a she grasps my hand shows me out of the tent, around the camp and through the forest and on the path to Alras. “I hate to say but you must continue on your journey.” She says with a sense of sadness. “So I this is goodbye?” I ask. “Yes, oh by the way I never got your name wood Elf?” she asks with a sly expression. “Astër Melâne.” I shoot back. “And you?” “Miclë Ärta.” she Responds. “May our paths cross again one day?” I take a mental recording of this moment as she disappeared into the forest and I set foot on the path.

What are your Character’s ambitions? : Astër Melâne ambitions are to sell and trade. I just wish to be a merchant.

What is your character’s favourite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc.): Iron Axe(protection purposes).

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? : Selling, trading, speech (talk my way out of anything. Unless it’s dwarfs they scare me)

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/me-852799/

Other Information about your Character: Very opportunistic, welcoming, maybe changes his tunic now and then and highly likeable (scared of dwarfs)

Open-Response-Questions

1) 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?

Answer: I would approach the two warriors with a slow stride and begin to work my charms in speech. “Well hello now why on earth are you harassing this poor gentleman?” I say sarcastically. “Jog on mate.” Armed warrior one says gruffly standing tall over me. “Now don’t get your chain male in a twist.” I chirp. “Oy!” Armed warrior two “he said jog on.” And sends Punch in to my torso. “Well.” I cough “Well this no way to treat a politician.” I say furiously. “P p p politician” they both stutter curiously “sorry sir, we didn’t mean-” I cut them off “Now let’s pretend this did not happen before send both you to the Alras dungeon! We would want that would we?” I say demandingly. “No sir” they both squeal, dropping the money as they running away. I Help the Halfling up and pack his belongs. “Thank you sir.” He says contently “and good to you luck in politics.” “Ha. I’m not a politician. I’m just a merchant.” I chuckle. “You got me you’re a better actor.” He says as we leave the path for civilisation.

2) 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?

Answer: As a merchant myself I am aware of crooks; however I approach the stall admiring the produce “Hiya mate what you selling.” I reply. “A bit of everything.” He laughs. Displaying some wools, swords, various leather items, spider eyes, and a music disc. “Ha hardly everything.” I say. Chuckling to myself as, I leave for a decent stall for trade.

3) 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? :

Answer: I love loot but as I am Unaware of what poisons and traps are lurking around this deserted hut so I leave the items be. Who knows it might be sacred or not even abandoned. as pain full as it is I guess it will stay alone, untouched, unnoticed , unused.

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

Answer: I great them as I normally would and ask of food and temporary accommodation In their own tongue of cause. Over all I would stay on high alert last thing I need is a tribe of orcs, bandits, dwarfs especially high alert if it were dwarfs. I would want to be a burden to them either so once I’m good, I’m gone.

5) 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 offers their support. How does your character act on this information? :

Answer: I am always looking for a reward and now bandits are involved too, this may be a chance to find Miclë. First I need to know what kind of reward or bandits I’m facing. “So what kind of reward are we talking about?” I ask curiously. “Well maybe couple 100 minas or so.” “Sounds Interesting I guess I’m in.” Weapons? I don’t like anything but my axe. “I would like to use my axe that ok with you guys.” “Ok what about armour and protection.” I say anxiously. “Well is there’s going to be a whole squad of troops so it’s safe and perfectly planned nothing will go wrong.” They reply. “So why do you need me?” I grin. “Um err.” Emanate from the group. “I have one last question, what colour tents do they have?” I add. “I believe its bordeaux red.” Reply’s the chief “So you in?” “I’m not interested plus, you don’t need me with warriors such as yourself.” I laugh sarcastically as I leave the crowd.

My utmost apologies if I post this to early.

Lord of the craft Application

Out of character

Minecraft Account Name: How old are you? : MineRider98

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: London (GMT)

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? : Yes (I live in London)

Description of yourself: I am 14 years old and living in London, England so off cause I have a great understanding of the English language. I have a sense of humour and a likeable personality, however griefing dose annoy me very much. I shall have respect for the sever and never dishonour or disrespect anyone be it my supervisors, or companion. And final I love Minecraft, skyrim, oblivion and fried chicken (not a game I not game know but it is so delicious).

How much time could you be on the server weekly? : 4-6 days a week. When I am free of school and got no homework.

What do you know about Roleplaying? : My knowledge of role is when you take the persona of the character you intend to be on the sever, so you are the merchant, warrior, wizard, elf etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any? : Yes. I have be on various roleplaying severs such as obsidian craft and meepcraft and I have never left character I never ask for promotions or money I simply wait and work.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I understand Meta-gaming to be ooc out of character/out of role-play.eg see the name above them and saying “hi (name here) how are you.”

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the opposite of meta-gaming and as I understand it is when role-play is serious e.g. in a fight, overpowered characters, level 100 skills etc.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? : I have played on obsidian craft and meepcraft and, I left as the admins where idiots and overpowered. Also, not caring about the members of their sever so I hope lord of the craft is a better run sever.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? : Yes. I have no intention of breaking the law.

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

How did you hear about us? : It was mentioned by my friend Huw/Huwbert98 . So I thought that I should give it a try.

In character

Character Name: Nâri Izandi

What Race are you? : Elven/ I think it’s Mali in elven

What Sub-Race are you? : wood Elf

Biography: I was born into a stable family of caring elves known as the Izandi’s, which lived in the city Alras. No catastrophe happened to them but old age. As an only elf child from a wealthy family, I have been given many privileges, never gone hungry, had everything I wished for and nothing haunts my very existence. I was very young during the war I have faint memories of it. I only remember the few wounded who returned. One of whom was my father. Luckily with the help of medical experts and my mother’s love and care My Father made a full recovery. During my school years I was popular, all elves and humans spoke to me, but who could blame them I took full advantage of their parent minas by providing them with luxuries such as sweets, sugar and occasionally fried chicken, that their parents had forbidden them from purchasing. By my third year I had come to grips with my future “I’m going to be a merchant!” I told myself each morning. It was my daily Mantra. By 16 years old I had set up a small trading post and began to show the general public of Alras, my capabilities as a merchant. It did not go according to my great plan! I guess not everyone’s thinks like school kids, as it wasn’t long before I noticed that adults are not sweet and sugar fans.

So I thought of items, worthy to sell, weapons, and armour? Too expensive to purchase in bulk, plus I will have to consult with the blacksmith and he will want payment too. Ores? Gemstones? It will sell, but I hate dwarfs and for sure I will have to consult with them too…. It took me days’ work out, until I awoke one night yelling “random, anything, everything!” it was so obvious the people of Alras want a selection. That morning I grabbed my sack and head off. “All I need is a couple months of hording, and I will have enough items for a year.” I kept telling myself this and travelled back and forth, deposit the goods at home and stock up. Sounds easy, but I was wrong. Half way through the second month I had been ambushed and looted. “Let’s just drop this off at home and in the future hire someone to do it for me.” Then just as things where looking up, there’s sound of a broken branch. Creatures were moving around the forest, around me. “Bandits!” they been tracking me, damn it I should have never let my guard down. Guess I have to fight them off as I did last week (barely made that night I thought). I drew my hunting knife and readied for a long night. I managed to hold of four before they up there game, and begin with I throwing knifes. It is like being attacked by sparrows as I kept receiving multiple knifes to the gut. I look around trying to triangulate the thrower, but as a result I took knife a across my left eye .I didn’t even care, I didn’t even feel it so why should I be in pain. They could do anything I am not budging .The knifes stopped darting at me in an instant. Now blinded in one and the other drowning in blood, I had no sight. Shielding the blood form my one good eye I noticed a fist come straight to my face. I’m out cold.

I awake by the sound of shouts. I open my eyes “I am in a tent? I ignore the searing pain runs down the left side off my face. I find a luxurious mirror with jewels at it hilt, and crystal blue glass. Staring at my sapphire reflection I notice I have bandage over my eye “great now look like a pirate.” I admire these treasures for a moment then it occurs to, me there all STOLEN! I need to get out of here it gather my stuff clothes and the mirror. Just as I walk up to the leave, someone comes in. I fall back in a shock, crashing into my sleep bag. I turn and see a beautiful woman offering a hand up. I take it gratefully and now that I’m stand I see she about 23 -25 maybe. Her Mediterranean skin matches the olive tents, her flowing dark hair sparkling in the sunlight. She’s just perfect. “Um you okay?” she asks. What she mean? I realize I’m drooling. “Oh right um sorry about that, so were you coming to check up on me?” I ask foolishly. “Yup just came to check up on your scar as soon as it’s healed you can continue on your journey.” She replies “so let’s see the scar. She removes the bandage softly reviling the scar “Oh, its terrible!” she squealed. “What no. let me see?” I take out the blue mirror to see a nothing but a basic scar running along my lids over a now grey pupil and over my eyebrow. “It’s not that ba-.” “Hahaha!” she laughed “I was just messing around it healed fine.” Her laughter was so hysterical her hair shook around reviling her pointed ears. “You’re an elf too?” I say surprised. Fixing her hair she replied “yes Wood Elf. You?” I freeze what Elf am I? “I don’t know.” I whisper “I guess high El-.” “No you’re not a high Elf you features say otherwise.” She stares at me observing my posture and face like a cat. “Oh am I a dark elf then?” I say anxious to know what sub-race I am. “Off course not.” she giggles “I can’t say for sure but I think you’re wood elf.” “Wow. It’s a lot to take in.” I say confused. There are couple minutes of silence. Until a she grasps my hand shows me out of the tent, around the camp and through the forest and on the path to Alras. “I hate to say but you must continue on your journey.” She says with a sense of sadness. “So I this is goodbye?” I ask. “Yes, oh by the way I never got your name wood Elf?” she asks with a sly expression. “Nâri Izandi.” I shoot back. “And you?” “Aryä Alagaësia.” she Responds. “May our paths cross again one day?” I take a mental recording of this moment as she disappeared into the forest and I set foot on the path.

What are your Character’s ambitions? : Nâri Izandi’s ambitions are to enjoy myself, adventure,sell and trade. I just wish to be a merchant.

What is your character’s favourite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc.): Iron Axe(protection purposes).

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? : Selling, trading, speech (talk my way out of anything. Unless it’s dwarfs they scare me)

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/me-852799/

Other Information about your Character: Very opportunistic, welcoming, maybe changes his tunic now and then and highly likeable (scared of dwarfs)

Open-Response-Questions

1) 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?

Answer: I would approach the two warriors with a slow stride and begin to work my charms in speech. “Well hello now why on earth are you harassing this poor gentleman?” I say sarcastically. “Jog on mate.” Armed warrior one says gruffly standing tall over me. “Now don’t get your chain male in a twist.” I chirp. “Oy!” Armed warrior two “he said jog on.” And sends Punch in to my torso. “Well.” I cough “Well this no way to treat a politician.” I say furiously. “P p p politician” they both stutter curiously “sorry sir, we didn’t mean-” I cut them off “Now let’s pretend this did not happen before send both you to the Alras dungeon! We would want that would we?” I say demandingly. “No sir” they both squeal, dropping the money as they running away. I Help the Halfling up and pack his belongs. “Thank you sir.” He says contently “and good to you luck in politics.” “Ha. I’m not a politician. I’m just a merchant.” I chuckle. “You got me you’re a better actor.” He says as we leave the path for civilisation.

2) 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?

Answer: As a merchant myself I am aware of crooks; however I approach the stall admiring the produce “Hiya mate what you selling.” I reply. “A bit of everything.” He laughs. Displaying some wools, swords, various leather items, spider eyes, and a music disc. “Ha hardly everything.” I say. Chuckling to myself as, I leave for a decent stall for trade.

3) 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? :

Answer: I love loot but as I am Unaware of what poisons and traps are lurking around this deserted hut so I leave the items be. Who knows it might be sacred or not even abandoned. as pain full as it is I guess it will stay alone, untouched, unnoticed , unused.

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

Answer: I great them as I normally would and ask of food and temporary accommodation In their own tongue of cause. Over all I would stay on high alert last thing I need is a tribe of orcs, bandits, dwarfs especially high alert if it were dwarfs. I would want to be a burden to them either so once I’m good, I’m gone.

5) 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 offers their support. How does your character act on this information? :

Answer: I am always looking for a reward and now bandits are involved too, this may be a chance to find Aryä. first I need to know what kind of reward or bandits I’m facing. “So what kind of reward are we talking about?” I ask curiously. “Well maybe couple 100 minas or so.” “Sounds Interesting I guess I’m in.” Weapons? I don’t like anything but my axe. “I would like to use my axe that ok with you guys.” “Ok what about armour and protection.” I say anxiously. “Well is there’s going to be a whole squad of troops so it’s safe and perfectly planned nothing will go wrong.” They reply. “So why do you need me?” I grin. “Um err.” Emanate from the group. “I have one last question, what colour tents do they have?” I add. “I believe its bordeaux red.” Reply’s the chief “So you in?” “I’m not interested plus, you don’t need me with warriors such as yourself.” I laugh sarcastically as I leave the crowd.

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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?

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?

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?:

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

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?: