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Aelf Fenwulf skims over the bulletin, then frowns as she sees the name 'Flay'. She tears the bulletin off the notice board and throws it in the nearest trash bin. "Bastards," she mutters, continuing on her way.

The Diaries of Aelf Fenwulf Part 1: Becoming a SilverBlade Day 1 of having this diary: I was hired today. A man named Furor Flame hired me to capture live animals. It is the oddest job I have ever been given as a mercenary, but my policy is don't ask questions, so I didn't. It was not long that I traveled when I realized how hard animals are to find. I suppose it makes sense, why would there be a bunch of random wild animals about? But it made my job a lot harder. Finally, I lured a sheep and two chickens back to the House SilverBlade (I didn't mention Furor is a SilverBlade). For some reason, the animals would not follow me up the steps. While I was trying to shove the stubborn sheep up the steps, a man came by and addressed me. He asked where I was from. I really didn't have a home so I told him so. But I did mention my brother, who lives in Hanseti, where the man also lives. He then went on his way and I turned back to my work. But it was not long after that then someone was shouting, “Traitor, spy!” I looked around in confusion, but the man was pointing to me! “What?!” I exclaimed in surprise. “She is spying from Hanseti!” He accused as others gathered around me. “Tie her hands!” they shouted. “Arrest her!” “She is a spy!” I struggled against them, but I am so weak! “No! I- Furor Flame hired me!” I told them. They would not believe me, and called me a lying scum! “No! Go ask him!” I said desperately. Finally, Furor did show up, but they ordered him to tie my hands. He refused and tried to explain. At last, they cleared it up and released me. It must be said that I of course considered running away and leaving that house for good, but Furor had not paid me all of what he owed and I never leave a job unfinished. Day 6: I joined the SilverBlades. Yesterday, I posted my application and they responded this morning. I thought long and hard about it, and I decided I was ready to give up my mercenary life and tie myself down to a household. So I became a bannerwoman. I cannot explain the feeling of pride in my house and loyalty I felt as I knelt before Captain Peter and swore my fealty to the SilverBlades and to him as my Captain. It is strange because I have never had a captain before. But I have no doubts in the Captain. I will follow him to the end. Another bannerman named Romanen offered his bunk for the night, but a couple other men showed up and began teasing him. One of them, a man called Sir Gideon, gave me my bunk as Romanen walked sadly away. I wanted to help Romanen, but I didn't know how. He began cutting himself and I asked a woman, Mayethill, to talk to him. Sir Gideon introduced me to his son, Mizu, another bannerman. I was a bit shocked that he had a son because they look the same age. Mizu calls Sir Gideon 'Father' and Sir Gideon calls him 'Son'. It was a strange sight to me, who has not seen a true family for a while. Part 2: Misgivings Day 10: Today Sir Gideon and Mizu were teasing each other. At least I think it was just teasing. Finally, Sir Gideon turned to me and asked, “Which do you like better, me or Mizu?” I was stunned. How could I choose between a father and son? And like in what manner? “I... I assumed you were married, Sir,” I answered slowly. He assured me he wasn't, leaving me more confused than before. What is his family situation? Day 12: Today Sir- I mean Bishop, he got a promotion I guess- Bishop Gideon brought his friend Prince Archbishop James and I am ashamed to write that I don't remember his last name. His friend introduced himself as 'His Eminence', so that is what I call him. We were talking at the gate, but the Bishop had to go see about a room for a girl that is marrying into House SilverBlade and he left me to talk to His Eminence! I was so nervous. I am only a bannerwoman, and a Northerner at that! His Eminence began talking about Bishop Gideon and his situation in life. I admit I wasn't listening as well as I should have to a Prince Archbishop, but I was distracted by his rich appearance. I am such a simpleton! But I had never seen silk before. But, back to the discussion. He told me the Bishop's wife had died and it left the Bishop very sad. He said the Bishop needed someone to comfort him and that my civility might help him. I am a Northerner! Civility and Aelf Fenwulf don't even go in the same sentence! I knew where he was going and it was making me a tad uncomfortable. He had just finished the civility statement when Gideon ran up. I could smell the alcohol from a mile away. Not that he was a mile away, unfortunately he was only thirty feet or so away. “James,” he slurred, “I just got a bird. My wife died.” “Are you... A'right?” I asked, concerned. I decided he must have lied about not being married. “He is drunk,” James informed me. As if I couldn't see it! “I must go see about a funeral...” He started back up the stairs, but returned. What he did next I cannot even mention! My hope in mankind was already extremely low, but now I know it is completely hopeless. James did what they call a facepalm (must be a Southerner term) and followed the Bishop back up the steps. Later I overheard them talking about me. I admit, I am a terrible eavesdropper, but I blame my heritage. How's that for civility? Anyway, they never said my name, but I am pretty sure it was me. I am the only bannerwoman of the SilverBlades. They were talking about how I loved Mizu. I just met him! We have been hunting once together, but I am convinced a relationship with Mizu would never work. Plus, the Captain forbade it and I will never disobey him. “Why don't you challenge him?” his Eminence asked. I felt my face paling. To the death?! We had squabbles over women back in the North, but challenges were very rare. “Nay,” I heard the Bishop say, “I could kill Mizu. I taught him everything he knows. But he is like a son to me.” Like a son? Then they aren't actually related. They also talked about how Mizu and the Bishop are the same age, which would be impossible if they were truly father and son. But I find their metaphorical relationship strange to say the least. Later, he and the Bishop began drinking. This was as I was speaking to the girl who will marry into the SilverBlades. She seems kind of indifferent about it, a fact I find quite sad. Why marry if you don't love him? Anyway, the Bishop drunk is a nightmare. I excused myself from the girl and took the Bishop's ale away. Impertinent, I know, but I figured he owed me. I drank the ale myself. It was a nasty, weak brew, the kind my people would give to sick infants. It was nowhere near as strong as the Northerner's ale, but the Bishop still manages to get drunk on it. Go figure. I did give his cup back, but it was empty. I retreated then, but I could hear his Eminence laughing back in the dining hall. Later, I asked Furor to cook some meat for me. I hunted the meat and it seemed such a waste not to do something with it. I guess the Bishop smelled it because he yelled, “Bring that delicious-smelling food up here!” Someone found him more ale, the gods curse them. I did bring the food. He is still a Bishop, and one that no longer owes me. “Eat a real meal for once,” I said. I gave him the food from a safe distance away, then retreated again. I don't remember how much later it was, but he called, “Come up here and eat with us.” He seemed completely sober at the moment, but I was going to decline. Instead, beside me, Furor accepted the invitation and I deemed it safe to go as well. During the meal, his Eminence reflected, “I've never dined with bannermen before.” What a sheltered life! I suppose he was born into royalty, a position I might envy if I did not enjoy hunting so much. I had never eaten with royalty before, but now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever sat down and 'dined'. Later, they began talking about religion. I think Furor's science experiments brought it up. His Eminence began telling Furor that the only reason he could discover anything through science is because it is the will of God. I don't think Furor really believes in any gods, but he answered amiably enough. He said he would think about it, and, knowing Furor, he probably will. I thankfully went unnoticed in this conversation. I know they are men of the church and firm believers in the God, so I wouldn't want to offend them. I am a Northerner and I believe in many gods. How could one being create the entire world? Anyway, I doubt I will ever convert, but you never know. This is yet another reason why I cannot be the Bishop's 'comfort', and a reason I doubt his Eminence even considered. Day 15: The Bishop's family came to visit today. He has a brother apparently, and I found out they are both elves. I don't know whether to think “That explains a lot.” or “I thought elves were...” I forgot how it came up, but the Bishop told me to call him 'Your Grace'. It was a foolish choice on his part because now every time I say it, I can remark on how little of that he actually has. His Grace, though he has little, took in his cousin's son. Both the lad's parents died. Personally I wish he had died with them. Cruel, I know. He is a nuisance that no one understands a word of except 'papa' and 'mama'. He calls his Grace 'papa' and asked if I was 'mama'. I said no, his Grace was 'mama' too. Needless to say, his Grace was annoyed, but his brother thought it was funny. When his Grace decided to have a private chat with his brother, he asked me to watch the kid. A man I had never seen before came, and we were introducing ourselves but the lad kept interrupting. “Quiet, kid, play with this,” I said and handed him a feather. I am horrible with children, yet another reason why marrying is a bad idea. He got mad and threw it back at me after that, but it just meant I still had some fletching to sell. Later, some guy, maybe the one I met before, I can't tell because most of them look alike with armor on, wanted a 'private' talk with me. I should have known it would be trouble when his Grace told me the man wanted a talk, but I was stupid and said I would meet him at the gate. He, another elf, blond with a weird helmet, took me in the dining room. “You are influential with the elves, yes?” I forget if 'influential was the real word, but it was something like that. “No,” I said, “I'm not even an elf. If you mean his Grace and his brother, I just found out they were elves.” Then he radically changed the subject and started talking about how he needed to marry a human for some reason or other. Something about power. “You're talking to the wrong girl,” I told him. He moved in close, making me nervous. I made a mental note to never again accept 'private' talks with strangers. Or even anyone, actually. “No I'm not,” he insisted. “The Bishop already asked and what makes you think you're any different?” I asked. Technically it was a lie, his Grace never actually proposed, but he's told me he loves me (words I have completely ignored) so I figured it counts. “What do you think about Gideon?” he asked and stopped following me around the room. I guess it's one of those, if I can't have her, maybe he can things. Or maybe he was just going to try to convince me how much better he was. “What, the Bishop? He's okay I guess.” I silently added, when he's not drunk. I forget what he said then, it must have completely not registered, but long story short I abandoned our 'private' talk. It was going in a bad direction anyway. Day 16: I realized today that his Grace spelled my name wrong on my sign. He probably did it on purpose. I got the new guy, Jux, to change it. Day17: I overheard the weapon's master Thork talking to someone. I can't be sure, but I think he was implying that he loved her. He is such a nice guy, but I don't think she returns his feelings. It's sad because I don't think dark elves, or even elves in general, love very often. She should rethink her feelings. Day 19: Today some new guy came and grabbed me. I tried to fight back, but somehow everyone is always stronger than me. He ended up punching me in the nose with a crack. I was stuck with a bleeding nose while he suppressed me. I looked pleadingly at the Bishop. “Your Grace...” I whimpered. I don't usually play the puppy face card, but now that I think about it, maybe I should do it more often. His Grace told the new guy to let me go or not touch me or something like that. He's so dramatic sometimes, it's hard to remember exactly what he says. “She's mine!” the new guy said. Again, if I could have fought him and even had a drop of a chance, he would have been the one with a bloody nose... Somehow amidst their threatening and challenging, the new guy found out his Grace was Gideon the Lionhearted, a term I have never heard before. He immediately apologized and let me go. It really stinks to have to have others protect you all the time. Why am I so weak?! Anyway, seeing the way the new guy, who was way stronger than me, respected his Grace kind of made me admire him. A little. Day21 I take my admiration back. Today as I was returning after a hunt, both gates were open but no one was home. It was disturbing so I closed the outer gate. Soon after, his Grace shouted, “Open the gate, wench!” I changed the last word in my diary because I refuse to ever write that word, but suffice to say it began with a stupid 'b'. I opened the gate and ran out myself, leaving the household to his Grace and his company, an orc and that blond guy that I had a 'private' talk with. He called after me and ran down the steps, his posse following, just as I reached the tents. “Aelf!” “JERK!” I shouted back. Again, impertinent, but once more I figured he owed me. I don't remember exactly how the rest of it went, but it was something like, “Come back, Aelf! I love you! I want you to know that I love you! Come back!” How do you say 'no' to any guy that says he loves you? Okay, I take that back. There are a lot of circumstances that I would say 'no' no matter what the guy says, but this time I said 'yes'. Or rather, just came back. I prayed he wasn't drunk and I don't think he was, but something was wrong with him. “Aelf, I love you,” he said. After a pause, I said, “Thanks...” “Do you love me?” I thought about this while his orc friend circled around me and began breathing down my neck. “Well, you're okay when you're not drunk or slandering me,” I was a bit distracted by the orc, “Or bringing orc friends home.” Just then, the orc said, “Let's mayte.” Okay, it was a lot longer than that, but his accent was hard to understand and maybe it was even in his own language. But that was the gist of it. “But do you love me?” the Bishop persisted. I did what any sane girl would do. I ran. Down the path I went, but somehow they were faster than me and they kept attacking me with things like bread. Finally, I accidentally got stuck in a corner, so again I did what any sane girl would do. I used my portal magic. I could tell they knew what I was doing because they began attacking me more, but fifteen more seconds and I was gone to the center of the stone paths. I took a horse. I had to. The household is so far from the stone paths! Twenty-five minas is a lot for a girl with no more than two hundred and fifty. I sent a pigeon ahead of me with an angry note to his Grace. It read: You made me waste twenty-five minas! He sent one back as I was still traveling. This one read: It was for love. My last one was: Sure it was, rich guy. I have no idea if he ever got the last note because he never said anything about it. I made another mental note to always have someone with high morals around whenever dealing with anyone. Somehow the Bishop doesn't seem like a man of God... And I don't think he really loves me and the next time he asks, I will tell him so. Day 23: I hope Mizu is okay! Today he gave me an old set of iron armor and we went out hunting together. I feel bad for doing anything with Mizu because I know he likes me, and I don't think I can like him back. But we went hunting and I lead the way. We went a new way, on a path I had never been before. Suddenly there was a big group ahead of us, and I should have turned and ran right then, but I foolishly kept going. Then, just like that, they were all around us and demanding we hand over our armor and weapons. Their leader, a blond bandit with a red mask, kept threatening to kill us. He said he was heartless. Did I believe him? Yes I did. Mizu told me to give them my armor and run. I wanted to give them a piece of my mind too, but I didn't want to end up 'gutted', so I handed my armor over. I definitely didn't want to run, but I am not even much good at the axe! I even only had a wooden one that they did not want. The bandits were calling us dramatic and threatening us even more. I didn't think I would be any help to Mizu, so I ran like he told me to. I ran all the way back to the house, hating myself for running. Mizu came back sometime later, but they told me to leave the room and won't let me back in. ~~~ Mizu woke up, but he does not remember anything about the bandits. He only remembers we went hunting. But they told him all about it, and the first thing he did was go see me. He keeps telling me 'it' was worth it to keep me safe, and that he's just glad I'm okay. Now, not only had Mizu helped me escape and stayed to defend our honor, he keeps acting like it was all for me! Which, I guess maybe it was. I feel horrible! This would all be okay if I could like him back, but I can't. I just can't. Now I feel like I'm leading him on. One day it has to end, right? Day 37: I have been on a hunting trip for a couple weeks, but when I returned today I saw that his Grace is now sharing a room with someone named Rebahka. There are strange names in the world, but this one is no doubt a girl. On the one hand I am glad his Grace finally found someone to fit his and everyone else's standards, but on the other hand I am a bit disappointed in him. I always suspected he was just a hopeless drunk that could move on to any girl without a thought(what the Southerners would call a 'player'), but now I feel like he has proved my theory. Or maybe the fact that I did not answer his question the last time I saw him finally turned him in a different direction. It is not that he couldn't love someone else, I am all for the idea. But he forgot about me, who he confessed if not most foolishly, most fervently to in a matter of two weeks. In any case, it is better this way. I was never the girl for him, and he is too fickle (not to mention drunk and jerkish) for me. But it is his mistake to love so soon after loving before. No, his first mistake was to ever tell me that he loved me. Day 38: I am wondering if they have had the wedding yet. How could I have missed it? I was only gone two weeks! I truly hope they are married since they are living together. If not, I again doubt the merit of Bishop Gideon Silverblade, and frankly, the church in general. I am most anxious to meet this Rebahka. It is a rare woman that would put up with his Grace's shenanigans. By the by, I suppose I can go back to calling his Grace 'Pops'. I think I can call him that at least as many times as he ever told me he loved me, which is a store enough to last me a while. I will probably only call him so when Rebahka isn't around, though. To tell the truth, I hope she and I can become friends. Day 40: The girl's name on the sign has disappeared. I am wondering what it all means. Maybe I will ask his Grace one day. Day 42: Mizu kissed me on the cheek today. I was too shocked to say anything, but there is an icky black ball of pain in my chest. I am full of dread for the day when the words, whatever they may be, will be dragged out of me. And the worst part is that it's all my fault. Day 47: I turned Mizu down today. It was one of the worst conversations of my life. We were talking in a group at the door of the fort. I believe there was Mizu, his Grace, Furor, and Mizu's brother. Mizu picked a rose and gave it to me. He also kissed me on the cheek. “Mizu,”I said, “I can't accept this.” I gave the flower back. “But... Why?” He asked, his clear blue eyes sadly confused. I forget what I said then. Probably something stupid like, 'I just can't.' I have a real way with words sometimes. Mizu's brother started making fun of him and calling him 'rejected'. I glared at him. Gideon scolded him. I'm pretty sure Mizu wanted to kill him. I certainly did. Sometime later I found out he's only ten years old. Ten year olds these days sure look a lot older than they used to. “That explains a lot,” I said. His Grace, someone I have never met, and I went inside while Mizu and his brother had a 'man to man' talk. I introduced myself to the man as, “Silverblade Bannerwoman Aelf Fenwulf”. “I've never met a woman bannerman before,” he remarked. His Grace chuckled. “Aelf's not completely woman.” I looked at him sarcastically. “Oh yes, I'm half and half.” Later Mizu's brother came back inside. I don't think Mizu came with him, but I could be wrong. “I'm sorry about earlier,” he said to me. “Don't worry about it, kid,” I told him, then extended my hand. “Let's shake on it, man to half-man.” Of course, then I had to explain the joke to a ten year old and it kind of lost it's novelty, but hey, being half man has it's advantages too. Day 49: I think Mizu doesn't like me anymore, which is a relief. But I think he may be the opposite of that. I think he may actually dislike me, which is, once again, all my fault. I guess there can't help but be a little bitterness between two people when one has been wronged. For now, I shamefully avoid him. This will probably be for the worse if it turns out I am wrong and he harbors no ill feelings. Part 3: All's Fair in Love and War Day 50: The weapon's master decided to give me my 'initiation's training test', or something like that. As far as I could understand, it meant dropping all my stuff, grabbing my axe, and parrying for dear life against a man who is probably four times stronger than me, and at least ten times more skilled than me. How's that for an initiation? He took me to the training camp, which consists of one tent, one fire pit, and about twenty or so dummies. On one side there were wool dummies and on the other side were wood dummies. “Try hitting the dummies a few times,” Thork told me. “Yes, sir.” I walked to the wool dummies and began to hit them. “Those are the wrong dummies, dummy,” Thork scoffed. I felt my face grow hot. “See the colors for accuracy on the ground? Those are for archery.” I had seen the colors, but they meant nothing to me, who has never held a bow in my life. I am a Northerner! In our book, bows and arrows go right alongside knitting needles! How was I supposed to know a little color on the ground wasn't just decoration? But I crossed to the wooden dummies and began to hit them, moving around every swing as if dodging an attack. “Okay.” He nodded his approval. At least, I think that's what it was. “Ready?” He didn't have a stone axe and I only had one, so we decided to use wooden. We had just begun the spar when there was a loud 'crack!' and the head of my axe went flying away. “What the heck...” That had never happened to me before, not even on my hunting or monsterslaying trips. Thork told me how lower-skilled warriors can sometimes put too much pressure on their axes, especially if they hold them farther away from the head. I readjusted my hold on a new axe, and we were off again. Needless to say he won. I hardly feel any better at the axe than before, and I think Thork's 'you did okay' was just a kind gesture. In warrior terms, I suck. In Northern warrior terms, I really suck. Day 54: Today I went to the capitol, where the king lives. I wanted to visit the church first, but when I went inside, there were already two men there. They did not seem happy that I intruded, so I took my leave. The castle is probably the largest building I have ever seen. It has a sort of rugged beauty, but I believe Fort Boot is more attractive. One can walk on the outside walls and go to the tops of the towers, where the entire city is visible. I could see the tall bell tower of the church in the distance. In the throne room, there was no one there. I felt uneasy anyway. I didn't really know if a simple bannerwoman was allowed, but I walked down the red carpet anyway. Later I met some nobles that were talking with his Grace. They teased him a lot about me, but I told them we weren't together. They said, “Watch that Gideon, he's had six wives, all died.” I smiled. “I heard he had seven.” We returned to Fort Boot with his Grace's father, Archbishop Bioendel. We were to go hunting, but his Grace got distracted. I was tired anyway. Day56: There is a war looming over our heads. It is scary, and it has made me foolish and less reserved. His Grace took me to dinner today. In town. At a restaurant. It was the first time I had ever eaten at an actual restaurant. We started talking and I finally answered some questions about his Grace. He has only ever had one wife. He's twenty-two. It's okay if I call him Gideon. Unfortunately, that's about when I got struck by lightening. After everything was sorted, we returned, but we still hadn't even gotten to the food. Gideon chose a wine, but the waiter spilled it on me. We went inside and Gideon tried to help me dry off. I wanted to wipe the wine that was dripping down my chest myself, but he insisted he help. I finally got the towel away from him, but I think I hurt his feelings. “I was just trying to help,” he said. I sighed. “I know, thank you.” When I was dry, I asked. “Shall we continue dinner?” “I guess not, since you obviously don't want to be here with me,” he said. I was surprised and kind of hurt. “I never said that...” He was silent and looked away from me. “Okay, then. I will see you later then.” The dinner was a disaster. The lightening, the wine, everything was just against us. I am a fool. I returned to Fort Boot, where everyone was getting ready to march. I got ready too, and we went to the battlefield. Day 59: We are sitting here, waiting for the Hansetians to show their faces. There are massive wooden trebuchets and catapults around us. There are more people than I have ever seen in my life, all in armor and brandishing weapons meant for the warriors on the other side of the wall. With the war and everything, sitting there with Gideon, who I might never see again, I got carried away again. “Aelf, since we may never see each other again, I want you to know I love you,” Gideon said. I wasn't going to tell him I loved him back, I swear. But Thork called me away anyway. “Do you like him?” he asked me. “I don't know....” I said. I wanted to like him, but there's so much against us being together! “We are on the battlefield. You two may never see each other again. So go kiss him and tell him you love him,” he pointed over to where Gideon was sitting. “Is that an order, sir?” “No, it's just advice,” he said with a sigh. The moment of truth: “I think I'll take it anyway, sir.” He smiled. “Good lass.” I went back to Gideon. “Gideon,” I said, “I love you.” And I kissed him. It was a strange feeling, but it was over in a flash. Then they were calling us to form our ranks and I was telling Gideon 'good luck' as he disappeared into the crowd. Day 74: I have been gone a long time. The war finally happened. I didn't do much, but we won anyway. After I rejoiced he was actually alive, Gideon told me Hanseti was now a part of Renatus and they turned it into a duchy. They gave the land to the old ruler of Hanseti, a move I thought quite generous, if not foolish. I know his Majesty knows what he is doing, though. After he finished explaining everything to me, Gideon told me to kiss him and pointed to his cheek. I realized I had stupidly fallen into his trap. I now owed him for wasting time with me. Even he said so. So I kissed him on the cheek. Then Thork came by and scowled at us. “Greetings, sir!” I called, because he told me to always greet him, but he seemed angry. I was confused. Gideon told me to kiss him one more time, this time on the lips. I did it this time because I had told him I loved him. When I looked up, Mizu was watching too. I looked at Gideon, but he didn't look surprised. I think he tricked me into flaunting us in front of Mizu! I felt bad, and it was obvious Mizu was mad. Thork started talking about his girl, Poppy Leafhelm. She's a redheaded soft girl who doesn't know how to firmly say 'no'.. He was talking about how much better she was than me. How much cuter and more faithful. Then she showed up, and they had us stand side by side. Thork and Mizu were going Poppy all the way, Thork because she's his girl and Mizu because he's really mad at me I guess. Thork kept saying how beautiful and radiant and cute Poppy was, and Mizu said she was cuter and much much more faithful. He said he had thought I was faithful, but I wasn't. I tried to tell him we were never like that, but he wasn't listening. Gideon said Poppy was cuter than I was, but in everything else I was better. Thork and Mizu immediately disagreed. Personally I was tired of the beauty contest. I admit, I thought it was a bit stilted and it was really hurting me because Gideon was not defending me, but I am known for endurance, something Poppy could never boast in a million years (and she'll probably live that long because she's probably an elf). Their verdict: Poppy is much cuter and more faithful than me. My verdict: Poppy is much cuter and more faithful than me, but lacks obvious necessities such as a brain. They say Poppy has always been faithful to Thork and I never knew her before now, so I suppose they must be right. In that area, I commend her. Well done Poppy Leafhelm for a clean conquest. Poppy may be cuter, but cute isn't usually a word I go for. Try tough, striking, I'd even go for refined. But I never asked for any of their opinions and they are all under the mistaken impression that I actually care what they think. The only one I cared about was Gideon, and frankly, I feel betrayed. He tricked me into revealing our- well, whatever it is we have or had- to the world, he thinks Poppy is more attractive than the girl he loves (or said he loved, I'm a little uncertain nowadays), and he did a horrible job of defending me against the attack, all after taking two kisses. I am an idiot. Gideon is the son of an undead dragon. Mizu is a grudge-holder. Poppy is... really sweet. I probably owe her an apology. ((OOC: I realize I forgot a lot of names and perhaps didn't get it chronologically right, but if it bothers you, just drop me a message or reply. These are Aelf's private thoughts to help others to understand the way she thinks.. Take no offense because she does not mean to give any. Please do not use any of this information in-game for any reason. I will add more as it happens, you may be able to tell I am new. Thanks. -Lonewolf190))

* Aelf studies the summons, running a finger along the perks. Smiling to herself, she takes an empty form and sits down, quill pen poised over the blank parts. -((OOC))- Mc name: lonewolf190 Age: 16 Can we trust you not to meta-game, or perform acts that would break the server rules?: Absolutely. I have no marks on my record and I intend to keep it that way. How active can we expect you to be?: I will be on around twelve hours a week. -*Rp*- Name: Aelf Fenwulf Age: I am twenty human years. Race: My heritage is human northerner from Aegis. Weapon of choice: My bare fists have long been my most trustworthy weapon, but I have recently become strong enough to wield an axe. How skilled are you, with said weapon of choice?: I believe I could beat a full-grown man with hand-to-hand combat, if he were less or as skilled as me. Sometimes I can beat men with higher skills with a lucky punch. As my brother says, fighting with fists is one part skill, one part luck. I must admit my skill with the axe is crude at best. I hope to train it more in the months to come. (My wrestling is level 45, and my axe wielding is level 5) Military Experiance (If any): I have no military experience, but I will learn fast. Why you want to join: I have very little money and I need a place to call base. I will be out hunting often, but I want a place to return to. I also would like someone who will benefit from what I bring back. Other Information: I am a hunter and aim to become a monsterslayer. *Aelf puts the quill pen firmly back in the inkwell and posts her application over the others that have long ago been answered. With no more business there, Aelf turns and walks out to seek a new hunt.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: My account is named lonewolf190, but do not be mislead. I do not usually choose a life of solitude. How old are you?: I am 16 years of age. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central Time, USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I do, as I am a writer and avid reader. Good grammar is very important to me, and I appreciate proper use of it. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a female who has often dreamed of other worlds. I love to play minecraft and roleplay, as well as help others in their roleplaying journeys. I enjoy making characters and knowing them through-and-through so that I never react in a way that they wouldn't. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would estimate about 14 hours weekly, but of course there will be times I play more or less, as well as vacations. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is becoming another person through writing or acting. It is when one is a new person in a new world, and thus forced to act in new or different ways than that one would act in real life. Reading or writing can be considered roleplaying, and many games have been given the title RPG. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: As I mentioned before, I am a writer and have begun several roleplays with friends before. I have not played as many roleplaying games as I would like to say I have, but I have played a few. My all-time favorite RPG is Fate. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I did not know what meta-gaming was before reading your description, as well as wikipedia's. As I understand it, meta-gaming is allowing your character to use information that you have, but your character should not or would not naturally have. An example would be if I looked up the coordinates of a city, then used them to get there. The proper way to do it would be to ask directions (such as north of the pear-shaped mountain)or request an escort/guide. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: I also did not know what power-gaming was, but it seems to be the act of controlling another's character. It is unfairly trying to come out on top in every struggle, without giving others a chance to resist. I would call this, playing god. An example would be like this: Aelfwyn raises her sword and slices off the head of the elf. It rolls on the ground like a wandering melon. The proper way to do it: Aelfwyn raises her sword, aiming for the elf's neck. She swings at the neck. The second way gives the elf a chance to dodge and return attack, whereas the first gives no reaction time. What do you expect this server will be like?: This server appears to be a writer's combined with gamer's dream come true. I expect the server to be very organized, the rules well established and carried out, and the characters somewhat developed. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Aside from small friends' servers, I have only been on one other server, and I have not left it, but I play less than I used to. There is not too much to do on the average server because one can only build one's house so long without becoming bored. With roleplay, I expect to have a lot more activity and interest. The other server is also a tekkit server, and I have been searching for a vanilla server. As a builder and gardener, I find vanilla's more challenging materials to my preference. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read them all, and yes I understand and agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I promise. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: The server was recommended by zredwind, whom I know in real life, and google and minecraft forums recommend you also. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yes, this is my third application. Here is the second: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53480-lonewolf190s-second-application/ In-Character: Character Name: Aelf Fenwulf What Race are you?: I am human. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): I am a northerner of Asulon. 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.): Although I live in Asulon now, my family originally traveled here from Aegis, where I was born. I was sixteen at the time. The ships took us across the ocean, but my two younger brothers did not make it across the sea. Once in Asulon, we sought out a city in which to live. My three older brothers and my father encouraged me and my mother on the two year journey, but only one of them made it to Asulon. We were ambushed by zombies and my father and one of my brothers died defending us. It was the first time I had ever seen an organized zombie ambush. One moment we were setting out the mushroom stew and helping my pregnant mother stay cool, and the next my mother was screaming and my brothers were grabbing their axes. I too grabbed an axe, but I could barely lift it. The zombie simply hit the axe from my grasp. I clawed for anything that could hurt a zombie- a staff,a rock, a shovelful of burning coals. My hands met my bowl of stew and I slammed it into the zombie's face. I could not have killed it. My father beheaded it with a powerful swing of his axe just before another enemy cast a fatal blow to his head, snapping the upper part of his spine. The zombie lay dead at my feet, but so did my father. And there was no stew for me that night. The second time we were ambushed, we were nearly to our destination. They were thieves this time and I don't think they meant to kill my brother. I remember every word of my first and only encounter with bandits. It was in the desert, a place I hate more than anywhere else now. My oldest brother was out hunting the scarce, desert wildlife. The thief distracted my second-oldest brother while another sneaked up behind him. The sneaking one leaped and grappled my brother for his axe. They disarmed him, then twisted his hands behind his back. I could see the cold flash of steel as they pressed a knife to his back. “'and over the gold, iron, anythin' you got!” The one with the knife demanded. I was too busy showing my weakness by sobbing to answer that we had nothing. I forever hated myself because of my reaction. My mother spoke up. “I can offer only the axes of my sons and husband,” she told them, straightening up bravely. “That be not enough!” The dagger flashed and suddenly it was at my brother's throat. I could hear my brother's breathing quicken and watched his muscles tense as if they wished they could use their strength to get us all out of this situation. “Zerin,” one of the other thieves called, pointing to the horizon. We all looked as the cloud of dust began to grow and grow, a deadly blanket of dust. Zerin spat and cursed. “Move!” he ordered, grabbing my brothers' axes. “This raid been cursed to begin with.” They pushed my brother down to the sand, but the dagger slipped from Zerin's fingers, leaving my brother to land on it. Zerin took no time to retrieve the dagger, and just like that, they were gone. My oldest brother, Edwin Fenwulf, chose that moment to return. “Down!” he screamed through his dry throat as the wave of thick sand began to wash over us. He threw a blanket over my mother's head, but I had nothing to defend against the onslaught to come. I have never again heard any sound like that wind raging in my own ears, never again felt any pain like the flying sand. It was a thousand tiny needles weaseling their way into every place on my body. It seemed like hours before the sandstorm calmed and we unburied ourselves. We never found my second-oldest brother, the one wounded by thieves. There was nowhere on us that was not covered in sand. We had even breathed in sand. Six hours later, my mother went into labor. She could not survive in the parched, god-forsaken wasteland of sand dunes, let alone bring new life into the world. She did not make it, and neither did my new baby brother. We buried them in shallow graves, but we lost the graves in the shifting sand as soon as we turned our backs. It was my brother and me, the final survivors. He was the strong one, I was the lucky one. That was the only way I survived. It was no strength or skill of mine that kept me from joining my family in the High Place. It was sheer luck and I hate that fact. At last, Edwin and I made it to the safety of Hanseti. There, my brother runs a tailoring shop. He is happy and married and living a life of peace. I could never settle. My brother told me it was my lasting hate for the world, the one emotion that made it through the journey to Asulon. “Until you rid yourself of your hatred for the world and everything in it, including yourself,” he said to me in his cottage kitchen, surrounded by sunshine and peacefulness, “You will never be able to accept the life of happiness you deserve.” At twenty years old, I have decided to strike out on my own. My brother's home is nice, but it is more sunshine and lollipops than my self-hated person can handle. Perhaps I will find a house who would like an extra pair of hands to destroy their families as well. I am hard-worker, if you don't mind destruction on you and your family. My hair is brown like my mother's was. She was a southerner of Aegis, while my father was a northerner. My eyes are blue like my father. He would tell me how they reminded him of the cornflowers back in Aegis. Sometimes my mother would braid my hair for me to keep it out of my face, but when she passed away, I could never pick up the skill. Instead I keep it in what my father would call a 'warrior's wolftail'. My skin is light tan, kept pale by the snows of my homeland. But these memories are too painful to dwell on. What is your Character's ambitions?: I will try to give an honest answer, but as you may have guessed, I am prone to sarcasm. What I would really like is to one day become a monsterslayer and protect the helpless against mobs. I know in my heart that I will always begrudge those families that I protect because I could not protect my own family and they are gone, but as my brother tells me, “We do the right thing because it is right. Not because it feels right to us.” Maybe one day I will fully understand what he means, but for now it means doing what I know is right. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My brothers trained me in hand-to-hand combat, also known as wrestling in the short amount of time after the zombie ambush. My father passed his battleaxe to me (okay, so maybe I comandeered it from my brother, but what tailor needs a battleaxe anyway?). I am finally strong enough to wield it after much practice and conditioning. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I am a hunter. I do not mind going far in search of beasts. My father taught me to hunt on our journey, before the zombie ambush. Because I was small, I could move more quietly than my brothers. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/442/warriorgirlpic.png/ Other Information about your Character: My other ambition is to by a cake every December, in remembrance of my mothers' final son. Open-Response-Questions 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? Aelf turns the corner of the final cottage on the way to the outskirts of the city. She looks surprised as she sees the little party of three. The warriors are apparently robbing the halfling. Aelf walks briskly toward the scene, then pushes the halfling behind her. She is between the halfling and the warriors, hands itching to draw her battleaxe. She ***** her head, puts one hand on her hip, and asks sweetly, “Do you need something from this fine gentleman?” The warrior looks flustered for a moment, but he notices Aelf's youth and gender and regains his resolve. “As a matter 'o fact, yes,” he responds, his hand on his sword hilt, “But it's private business, so run along lassie.” Aelf feels the red blooming on her heated face and she draws her axe. Her embarrassment only worsens as the head of the axe snags on the leather straps. Aelf finds herself thinking once again how pathetic she is as the warriors chuckle at her obvious inability. The halfling cowers behind her. He is a little fellow, a businessman. He squeezes the handle of his briefcase and tries to refrain from nervously gnawing on his nails. “Run,” Aelf tells him quietly, but he does not get it. “Run!” she yells and tries to push him back with one hand. “I'll take care of this,” she says to herself. The halfling scampers off into the night. Aelf is left to face his tormentors. “Me mum always said never 'it a girl,” one warrior sniggers. The other guffaws loudly and slaps him on the back, “Same, 'ere, same 'ere.” Aelf by now despises these warriors. “You don't have much of a choice,” she says angrily. She swings her axe at his left side. The warrior's sword rises to meet her axehead, colliding with a loud clang. A couple of guard appear from around the corner of the cottage. Aelf is in the middle of her second stroke, but the guards grab at her arms to hold them back. The axe falls from Aelf's grip as they restrain her. She glares at the warriors, but no longer fights the guards efforts. “Anger can get us carried away, I understand,” one of the guards says to Aelf. “We will forget this stray once, but only once.” He pats her on the shoulder. Aelf realizes they think she assaulted the warriors for no reason. She struggles to turn her head and look them in the face. “But I-” “No 'buts',” he says with finality. “Get goin' 'afore your ma comes after me,” he jokes dryly. The warriors are struggling to keep their laughter quiet, but they are losing the battle. The guards release Aelf and wave her back toward the street. She gives one last glare to the warriors and picks up her battleaxe. Aelf puts it on her back and walks away simmering. She does not look back. Aelf looks to her right and sees her reflection in a passing window. She hates how young she looks in that window. 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? Aelf looks at him suspiciously. She fingers the head of her battleaxe, always anticipating a fight (such is her faith in humanity and, er, elfanity...?). “What do you have?” she asks, glancing over his obvious wares. She brushes her hand across his fine-looking compass and wishes she could have it on her hunts. “The usual,” he replies. “I don't sell food, but we 'ave the finest assorment of saddles. Well, I see ya take quite a likin' to my compass.” He looks at Aelf expectantly. He also places one hand on the compass. Aelf is slightly insulted that he would think she would steal it, but she supposes one never can know. “I give you 200 minas for it,” Aelf offers, hoping to intimidate him. Then again, she was obviously not an intimidating figure. He chuckles, obviously on to my tactic. “300,” he states. I dig my hand into my coin purse, but 223 minas is all I have. “220. Final offer,” I am hoping against hopes, but I know he will refuse (such is my faith in humanity). He laughs again and I know it's over. “You drive a 'ard bargain, miss, but a fella's gotta eat.” He slides the compass toward him and shakes his head sympathetically. “I'll trade you for it,” Aelf offers desperately. She leans forward on the table eagerly. He immediately perks up. “What do you 'ave?” There is a greedy glint in his eyes. He strokes the compass as if it is now some great treasure. “I give you 220 minas, plus 2 spider eyes,” Aelf offers. “Hmm,” he humms and makes a clicking noise with his tongue. He puts his hand on his chin and strokes an imaginary beard. “Too little. 'ave anything else?” Aelf shakes her head and takes her hands off the table. She looks disappointed, but tries to hide it. She turns away. “Thanks for... nothing,” she mumbles. Aelf tells herself she knew she couldn't afford it in the first place. 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?: Aelf draws her battleaxe, ambush forever at the forefront of her mind. “Hello,” she calls warily, then inches around the corner. A drawn bow stares Aelf in the face and she ducks back around the corner. But she knows if this warrior had wanted her dead, she would be pushing up daisies already. Aelf is contemplating what how she should approach him when he turns the corner. His bow is drawn still and Aelf's first impulse is to run. But she pushes the impulse back. “Jark Tarren, at your service,” he says. He lowers the bow and holds out a hand. He has obviously decided Aelf is no threat to him, a fact she finds highly insulting. “Aelf Fenwulf,” Aelf replies through clenched teeth. She doesn't bother with any pleasantries and he notices this. He drops all pretense of friendliness. “This is my home, and I appreciate solitude.” He grips his bow with white knuckles. “You and me both,” Aelf lies. Given the choice between solitude and this guy, Aelf would gladly choose the loneliest number. “May forests ever favor you.” He gives a slight bow and I notice his pointed ears. No wonder we didn't get along so well, Aelf thinks. An elf living alone in this part of Asulon is rare, but it is really of no interest to Aelf. By now her mind is on the wolf she had been tracking and she is suddenly even more tired of this guy. She bows and backs away, eyes on the bow in his hands. She retreats into the forests that now may or may not favor her. The latter is more likely. 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? “Aelf Fenwulf, you have my axe.” Aelf looks around at the ragged clothing and pale faces. “Is there any way I could trade for some food around here?” An older man, most likely the camp's leader replies in a scratchy voice, “Of course. You may trade with Rem over there.” He waves Aelf toward a tent on the other side of the camp and watches as she walks toward it. There is something about them I do not trust, I tell myself. Trust usually never comes to me in any circumstance, but there is something about these people that is not right. There is something they have not yet told me. Rem grins. She is missing several teeth. She offers Aelf a tough mass of meat. Half is green and half is an angry blood-red. “All we 'ave left is meat, but the way you look, I figure you won't oppose?” She nods at the meat. Aelf gags at the smell and staggers backward. She coughs and spits on the ground, trying to rid her nostrils of the horridness. She knows what the meat is. It is raw, rancid meat, the kind she would have thrown out days ago. The kind one would get from slaying zombies as well. Rem smiles over at me. “Where ya goin', honey?” She holds the meat up with one hand and waves it in the air. “Er...” Aelf is famished, but now she has realized what is bothering the camp. They are diseased. Green spots have even broken out on some of the faces in the camp. Aelf draws her battleaxe and backs away from the camp. They approach in a confused and innocent way. They wave their sickly yellow hands at Aelf, beckoning her to come back. Aelf prays it is not the Plague, but she has no way of knowing. Before her eyes a man grows even paler in a moment and topples over. He groans, but the others ignore him. “Where are you going?” the leader asks. He is smiling at Aelf. Aelf looks at him, horrified. She then turns and sprints out of the camp, hungry and tired but hopefully safe. 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?: Aelf runs her finger across the paper as she reads the summons. She stands back and contemplates the situation. Ordinarily Aelf would accept the call for help anyway. She is here to protect. But the reward particularly catches her interest, as the hunting has been slow lately and a lady can always use a few extra minas. She signs the bottom of the sheet, swearing to follow whatever leader they assign her. Frankly, she could care less about whether there's a leader or not and it bothers her a bit that I will have to follow one, but a reward is a reward and justice is never fair. That night Aelf and her comrades ambush the thieves. Her conscience screams 'Coward!' at her, but for once she ignores her self-disdain and leaps into battle. The thief attempts a jab at Aelf's midsection with his knife and she knows this is going to be a hard battle for the axe wielder. She catches the blade on the head of her axe, which, Aelf reflects with a snarl, is probably not even a legitimate move. The thief tries to slash her throat this time. He grins as the blade flashes close to Aelf. Aelf leans back to avoid the blow, then returns with a small but quick arc. She grimaces with the effort of swinging the heavy axe. The thief ducks under her arc and aims for under my ribs. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead. Aelf knows what he is thinking. Who gave this little girl her daddy's hammer? The knife catches on Aelf's chain mail, but she is only a bit bruised. The sweat drips down her own forehead now and her hands clench and unclench the handle of her battleaxe. Suddenly, a cry rings out, “Retreat, retreat!” Aelf knows it is her leader. She looks around to see that she is now nearly fighting alone. A couple bodies lay on the ground. The majority of them are breathing. Aelf hates the idea of running away from the danger, but as two other thieves approach, she knows she has no chance. She runs back to the ranks of guards for safety and glares back out at the night, where somewhere, the thieves are escaping to raid another night. Thank you for considering my application, Lonewolf190

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: My account is named lonewolf190, but do not be mislead. I do not usually choose a life of solitude. How old are you?: I am 16 years of age. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Central Time, USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I do, as I am a writer and avid reader. Good grammar is very important to me, and I appreciate proper use of it. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a female who has often dreamed of other worlds. I love to play minecraft and roleplay, as well as help others in their roleplaying journeys. I enjoy making characters and knowing them through-and-through so that I never react in a way that they wouldn't. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would estimate about 14 hours weekly, but of course there will be times I play more or less, as well as vacations. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is becoming another person through writing or acting. It is when one is a new person in a new world, and thus forced to act in new or different ways than that one would act in real life. Reading or writing can be considered roleplaying, and many games have been given the title RPG. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: As I mentioned before, I am a writer and have begun several roleplays with friends before. I have not played as many roleplaying games as I would like to say I have, but I have played a few. My all-time favorite RPG is Fate. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I did not know what meta-gaming was before reading your description, as well as wikipedia's. As I understand it, meta-gaming is allowing your character to use information that you have, but your character should not or would not naturally have. An example would be if I looked up the coordinates of a city, then used them to get there. The proper way to do it would be to ask directions (such as north of the pear-shaped mountain)or request an escort/guide. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: I also did not know what power-gaming was, but it seems to be the act of controlling another's character. It is unfairly trying to come out on top in every struggle, without giving others a chance to resist. I would call this, playing god. An example would be like this: Aelfwyn raises her sword and slices off the head of the elf. It rolls on the ground like a wandering melon. The proper way to do it: Aelfwyn raises her sword, aiming for the elf's neck. She swings at the neck. The second way gives the elf a chance to dodge and return attack, whereas the first gives no reaction time. What do you expect this server will be like?: This server appears to be a writer's combined with gamer's dream come true. I expect the server to be very organized, the rules well established and carried out, and the characters somewhat developed. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Aside from small friends' servers, I have only been on one other server, and I have not left it, but I play less than I used to. There is not too much to do on the average server because one can only build one's house so long without becoming bored. With roleplay, I expect to have a lot more activity and interest. The other server is also a tekkit server, and I have been searching for a vanilla server. As a builder and gardener, I find vanilla's more challenging materials to my preference. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read them all, and yes I understand and agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I promise. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: The server was recommended by zredwind, whom I know in real life, and google and minecraft forums recommend you also. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yes, this is my second application. Here is the first: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53305-lonewolf190s-application/page__p__409404__hl__lonewolf190__fromsearch__1#entry409404 In-Character: Character Name: Aelf Fenwulf What Race are you?: I am human. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): I am a northerner of Asulon. 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.): Although I live in Asulon now, my family originally traveled here from Aegis, where I was born. I was sixteen at the time. The ships took us across the ocean, but my two younger brothers did not make it across the sea. Once in Asulon, we sought out a city in which to live. My three older brothers and my father encouraged me and my mother on the two year journey, but only one of them made it to Asulon. We were ambushed by zombies and my father and one of my brothers died defending us. We were nearly to our destination, but we were ambushed again, this time by thieves. My second-oldest brother died in my arms. My mother soon joined my family in the High Place after we attempted to help her through a difficult birth. The baby also did not make it. At last, my final brother and I made it to the safety of Hanseti. There, my brother runs a tailoring shop. He is happy and married and living a life of peace. I could never quite settle, though. At twenty years old, I have decided to strike out on my own. Perhaps I will find a house who would like an extra pair of hands. I am hard-working and I will learn fast. I will always give my best no matter what. My hair is brown like my mother's was. She was a southerner of Aegis, while my father was a northerner. My eyes are blue like my father. He would tell me how they reminded him of the cornflowers back in Aegis. Sometimes my mother would braid my hair for me to keep it out of my face, but when she passed away, I could never pick up the skill. Instead I keep it in what my father would call a 'warrior's wolftail'. My skin is light tan, kept pale by the snows of my homeland. What is your Character's ambitions?: One day I will become a monsterslayer and protect the helpless against mobs. I could not protect my own family, but I can protect others. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My brothers trained me in hand-to-hand combat, also known as wrestling. I prefer to use my hands, but my father passed his battleaxe to me. I am finally strong enough to wield it after much practice and conditioning. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I am a hunter. I do not mind going far in search of beasts. My father taught me to hunt on our journey. Because I was small, I could move more quietly than my brothers. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/442/warriorgirlpic.png/ Other Information about your Character: My other ambition is to by a cake every December, in remembrance of my mothers' final son. Open-Response-Questions 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? I walk up to the guards and place myself between the halfling and the warriors. “Do you need something from this fine gentleman?” I ask warningly. “You want to find out?” they respond, fingering their swords. “Yeah,” I snarl. I reach for the battleaxe on my back. Suddenly, the halfling calls, “Guards!” The warriors and I turn to look. The guards had curiously walked closer. They break it up and I continue on my way. 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? I look at him suspiciously. Usually salesman throw their product in passerbys' faces. “What do ya have?” I ask. “The usual,” he says, “Saddles, apples... map coordinates.” I immediately frown. “No, thank you kindly.” I turn and walk away quickly. 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?: I call, “'hello?” No one answers and I enter the hut. The iron is tempting to me because I could get a blacksmith to make me armor, and I could pay him with the sword. But I remember the words of my father, “Honesty 's always the best policy.” I leave the items and continue my journey. I will find my own way to supply for myself. 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? “'ello. Aelf Fenwulf, you 'ave my axe. Is there any way I can get a trade fer some food and such?” They respond and generously offer a fair trade. I accept and request to stay the night. The next morning, I ask for the way to the nearest city and they kindly point me in the right direction. 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?: I do not hesitate to volunteer. Protecting the helpless also means from thieves. I will fight to the best of my abilities and always obey my leader. I will rejoice with the men should we have victory, and will die trying to achieve it. Thank you for considering my application, lonewolf190

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name:My account is named lonewolf190, but do not be mislead. I do not usually choose a life of solitude. How old are you?: I am 16 years of age. Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central Time, USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I do, as I am a writer and avid reader. Good grammar is very important to me, and I appreciate proper use of it. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a female who has often dreamed of other worlds. I love to play minecraft and roleplay, as well as help others in their roleplaying journeys. I enjoy making characters and knowing them through-and-through so that I never react in a way that they wouldn't. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would estimate about 12 hours weekly, but of course there will be times I play more or less, as well as vacations. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is becoming another person through writing or acting. It is when one is a new person in a new world, and thus forced to act in new or different ways than that one would act in real life. Reading or writing can be considered roleplaying, and many games have been given the title RPG. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:As I mentioned before, I am a writer and have begun several roleplays with friends before. I have not played as many roleplaying games as I would like to say I have, but I have played a few. My all-time favorite RPG is Fate. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I did not know what meta-gaming was before reading your description, as well as wikipedia's. As I understand it, meta-gaming is allowing your character to use information that you have, but your character should not or would not naturally have. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: I also did not know what power-gaming was, but it seems to be the act of controlling another's character. It is unfairly trying to come out on top in every struggle, without giving others a chance to resist. I would call this, playing god. What do you expect this server will be like?:This server appears to be a writer's combined with gamer's dream come true. I expect the server to be very organized, the rules well established and carried out, and the characters somewhat developed. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:Aside from small friends' servers, I have only been on one other server, and I have not left it, but I play less than I used to. There is not too much to do on the average server because one can only build one's house so long without becoming bored. With roleplay, I expect to have a lot more activity and interest. The other server is also a tekkit server, and I have been searching for a vanilla server. As a builder and gardener, I find vanilla's more challenging materials to my preference. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read them all, and yes I understand and agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:I promise. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?:The server was recommended by zredwind, whom I know in real life, and google and minecraft forums recommend you also. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:I have not. In-Character: Character Name: Faber Wolfsbane, daughter of Orar Dragonslayer and Fari the Treesinger What Race are you?:I am of the Elvish decent. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): I am proud to say that wood elf is my heritage. 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 always curious about what lied beyond the forest. My mother, the Treesinger, discouraged my curiosity and told me of the horrors beyond the safety of the trees. But they were not horrors to me. Her tales of skeletons, blazes, and enderman weaseled their way into my dreams, but they were no nightmares. They were dreams of becoming a hero, of rescuing villages, and above all, protecting the innocent. My father encouraged my dreams. He was of a warrior family, the brave and bold. It is rare to find an elf that seeks glory in battle as he did. He passed the trait on to me, and I decided that one day I too would slay a dragon, just as my father before me. One day I would strike down my foe and be declared a dragonslayer too. It was not soon after that my father was called to defend the town from bandits. He valiantly went to defend us, but he returned stone cold and forever asleep. My father, a great hero and slayer of dragons, was killed by a lowly thief, a breaker of laws and betrayer of their own kind. My anger against thieves knows no bounds. I tolerate no thievery of any kind, no matter what. One day I will rid the world of thieves forever and the innocent can live in peace. (No doubt by now you have discovered my flaw is over-zealousness, but perhaps one day I will be cured.) My skin is coffee brown and smooth. My hair is colored white, after the blossoms that bloom at the grave of my father, may he forever rest in serenity. My eyes are blue, like the sky I was once unable to see through the foliage of my home. My father once said they foretold I would one day leave the forest as he did. I am short for my kind, 5'7”, and thin. But I am strong. My father trained me before he left. It was not as long as I needed, to be sure, but I will grow in skills. I am also young. I am only thirty-two human years, making me still a child in my own land. But I will not be taken lightly. As the human saying goes, “I have a sword and I am not afraid to use it.” What is your Character's ambitions?: I dream of becoming a hero who is accepted by all. I dream of protecting the innocent as my father did. I dream of ridding the world of thieves, and slaying a dragon for the good of all. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My father taught me to use a sword, but I never had one of my own. My mother has kept his sword from me, but I will find one on my own. It is widely known that the bow is the weapon of the elves, but my father told me that, although the bow is well and good, the sword is the weapon of the courageous. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I am trained with the sword, but as I have mentioned, not as long as any elf would deem acceptable. I also grow things as my mother did. Although I complained to her at every opportunity of the monotony of growing and treesinging, in my heart I love it and thank her for teaching it to me. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Uploaded with ImageShack.us Other Information about your Character:I think chickens are a nuisance. Open-Response-Questions 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?I quickly position myself between the halfling and the warriors, demanding what they are doing. If they are not truly stealing from him, I am in for an embarrassing situation, but I could not help but be blunt. As I mentioned before, thieves are my greatest hatred. If they respond in the area of, “Nutin'.”, I say, “It did not appear to be 'nutin' to me.” They challenge me, seeing my youth and apparent inexperience. I accept with anticipation. It would have been wiser for me to find help, but I am a rare, hot-headed elf. If they are not thieving, I apologize to both the halfling and the warriors, then take my leave. 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? I ask the man what he is selling, my curiosity always coming before my good sense. “True love,” he says. I am immediately infinitely more curious, but the merchant gives me a toothy grin and I realize what he meant. Blushing, I stammer out a, “No, thanks,” and back away. I retreat into the streets and try to forget the incident. 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?: I call, “Is anyone here?” There is no answer and I am tempted to take the items. The sword particularly calls to me, but I remember my hatred for thieves and I will never become one. I leave the items where they are, close the hut's door, and continue on my journey. 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? I greet them as well, then, amidst the grumblings of my tortured stomach, I ask if it would be possible to trade for food and ale. They smile knowingly and mercifully arrange a trade quickly. I pay them and take my food to a table with others to laugh and converse while I eat. 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?: I do not hesitate to volunteer. I refuse their reward because a real hero needs no compensation, or if he does it is the glory of battle only. I follow my leader's every word and fight to the best of my abilities. With my hatred of bandits, it is hard for me to keep from trying to slaughter ever one of them, but I would never disobey my leader. Thank you for considering my application. ~lonewolf190