Maxxorlord

He examines the noticing, chuckling. "Finally, some action." The mercenary checks his sword, and marches off to find a group to travel with.

Banned for not being a weapon wielding drunk.

His application is pinned to the board, a piece of old rugged paper, with a few spelling errors. Name: Domicus Race: Human Age: 20 Skill: I am a vetran swordsman, but far from mastering the art. I am also rather adept at mining. A bit about myself: I was born in Oren, I grew up on a farmstead in the wilds with my small family. When I was sixteen, my father wanted me to take over the farm. I, of course, had no want to do this. I wanted to be a soldier, and fight among heroes, and serve the Empire. So, I ran away to Aethor, the capital of Oren. I have been staying there ever sense, and have been looking for work, for the large sum of minas I took with me has dwindled to but a meager two hundred. I know no one, and am running out of food and money. That is why I wish to join the Black Lances. Signed, Domicus

Banned..Because: ANARCHY!

Notices the parchment, wondering if it is still in effect. Grabs a piece of parchment out of his pack, and sits down, beginning to write. To Jiraiya , of the Renatus holy lands I am a quite skilled lumerjack, I also have much experience in construction of fortifications, and combat. I am also about to use a pickaxe, and am able to do certain blacksmithing tasks. I would like a Lumberjack's home. Godspeed, ~Domicus, Once a proud knight. Pins the parchment to the board.

Maxxor laying against the wall of the tunnels, gasping for air, holding what was left of his chest. Blood, was flowing from what seemed like every inch of his body, his left leg was on the other side of the room. The pigman stood over his body, screeching in victory. It brought its blade over the top of its head, and waited, seemingly for the last words of the fallen warrior. Maxxor reached for his ax, but the pigman stabbed into his upper arm, letting go of the golden blade. Maxxor yelled out, and then the light headed-ness melted in, he fought to stay conscious, for he knew that if he let it come, he would be joining the legions of zombies and skeletons, plaguing Auslon. He could no longer fight it, and he gave way to the endless sleep of the dead. The pigman took its sword, and left the tunnel. And so ends the life of an unknown orc.. OOC[[ Yep..I'm perma-dead.]]

I'm glad I have levels in Mining/Blacksmithing/Lumberjacking, or else my entire setup would fail. Well, time to get to work on making a ton of stone bricks to sell and trade for other things.

Woot! My cries for removal of magma cubes and slimes has been heard! Thank you...so...much..I love you. o_o

People, there must be a good reason to why they can't show us what was said, for all we know, the said information, if given to the right person, could get the forums deleted! What they do is best for the community, simple as that.