Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a fun loving person and all round gaming enthusiast. I have always enjoyed role playing, and I love Minecraft so your server is ideal!
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 5 hours, very likely more.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It’s a chance to be someone that you’re not and a great opportunity to escape from the outside world and do things you could never do.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have been on a friends Role playing server but now I feel I should step up to a better, higher quality server.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: It’s when you use information that you gained out of character to sabotage someone’s role playing experience. For example if you know someone is planting a trap out of character and you used that information to warn someone in character then you have meta gamed.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: It is when you are in a role play situation and you completely control the events that happen, and don’t give other player a chance to respond to your actions.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Awesome, a great place to play and to enjoy the whole Role play experience.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: A friend’s private server, reason was that it wasn’t going anywhere and my friend shut it down.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes
How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: Through a friend living in the world of Asulon.
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: N/A
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A
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.):
“Kale?” the musical voice drifted into the barn from across the grass. “Kale, where are you?”
The voice of his mother shocked Kale into a frozen stupor. He listened as a rabbit would listen for a predator, standing up from his attack stance. The scarecrow he was using as a make-shift dummy in front of him creaked ominously, some hay falling to the ground and joining the many others strands that littered the floor. To his horror, Kale heard the back door click shut, and his mother’s twinkling voice come sailing toward the barn.
“Kale?”
Finally, Kale managed to snap himself out of it. He dropped the wooden sword he was gripping in his left hand onto the barn floor with a muffled clatter, and sprinted forward to the dummy. Wrenching it off its wooden pole support, Kale flung the scarecrow into the corner, pulling dust blankets and hay to cover the shape.
“Kale, are you in the barn?”
Kale cursed under his breath; his mother was getting closer, and he could almost hear her sandaled feet padding their way down the path. With a swipe, Kale snatched up his wooden sword and stuffed it underneath the blankets with the scarecrow, arranging the hay to look cluttered as it usually did. As Kale heard the door of the barn being opened, he ran to the wall and snatched up one of the iron hoes that he and his father used to plough the fields, and began to walk back toward the barn door in a leisurely manner. He came face to face with his mother, who smiled up at him.
“Ah, there you are! I was wondering where you’d got to.”
Kale grinned sheepishly, leaning on the upturned hoe. “Just about to go and work in the fields. Is Father out there already?”
“I believe he is. I just came to ask you a little question ‘is all.” His mother peered behind him into the dim corners of the barn. “Have you seen our other scarecrow about? Uncle Reed and your Father were mucking about in the fields, when your Uncle managed to fall into our best one.” his mother sighed, leaning against the door of the barn. “Those two…” she muttered under her breath.
Kale blanched slightly at the mention of the scarecrow, but shook his head, his red hair falling about his head, covering his eyes. “Sorry, I haven’t seen it-”
Before Kale could finish, there was a thump from behind him. He snapped his head around to find that the missing scarecrow, also known as his training dummy, had flopped out from behind the dust sheets, its head cocked to the side in a jaunty ‘hello’. Kale thought quickly, then exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm; “Ah, there it is!”
Kale’s mother sighed and walked over to one of the solitary wooden benches against the wall, and lowered herself onto it with a short exhale of breath. With a soft smile, she patted the spot next to her, motioning for him to sit down. Kale reluctantly obliged, dropping down onto the bench with a curt thump. His mother took his hand in her own hand, and they faced each other.
“Kale, I’m your mother. There’s really no point in hiding anything from me.”
Kale smiled, plastering a look of bewilderment across his face. “I don’t know what you mean!”
His mother chuckles, her cheeks lighting up. “Oh yes you do!” Her expression became kind again, the laughter lingering in her eyes. “I know you’ve been practicing in here. Sticks went missing from the storage, and so did that scarecrow… The only thing I want to know is why didn’t you tell me? I’m not mad… just curious.”
Kale frowned to himself. He knew exactly why he didn’t tell her… She’s a Halfling, and his Father is human. They’re both very orientated towards farming and animal care… His youngest sister, Poppy, had already taken up the family tradition, and had started working in the fields since she was five. His other sister, Daisy, cared for the animals, refusing to stay in the hot sun for too long. His sisters were a true part of the family, but Kale was not.
“I didn’t tell you because everyone in our family farms!” Kale blurted out, leaning forward slightly. “It seems like we’re all expected to plough or… or to feed the animals, but I don’t want to do that! I want to train and fight! I want to be the most skilled warrior in all of Asulon!”
By this point, Kale had leaned in so close to his mother, he could see his brown eyes reflected in his mother’s black ones. She smiled, pulling and strand of deep red hair away from her face, then tucking it behind her ear. “That’s alright, Kale.”
“What?” Kale was in disbelief. His Mother had accepted what he’d been doing, just like that?
“I said, it’s alright.” she clasped his hands warmly. “You are my son, and I’ll love you no matter what you do, just as long as you are not unhappy.”
For a moment, Kale sat very still, unknowing as to what to do, but then he jumped forward, hugging his mother tightly. “Thank you, mother!”
His Mother smiled, hugging him back, and then prising him away from her, looking into his eyes. “If it’s what you want to do.”
“It is!”
“Then I will support you in whatever you want to achieve.”
Kale grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. There was blissful quiet for a moment, but this peacefulness was shattered by the whining call of Daisy.
“Mu-um! Poppy’s being a spoil sport wimp!”
With a sigh of exasperation, Kale’s Mother lent her head back against the wooden wall of the barn. “Go and see what she wants please, Kale. I don’t think I can deal with her and Poppy bickering right now…”
Kale nodded, and jogged out the doors of the barn off toward his little sister. Kale’s Mother, blinked, then stood up from the bench, checking to see whether he’d gone. Satisfied, she returned to the dusty scarecrow, and yanked it out from its hiding place, and sliding it back down onto its pole. With a small yank, she removed the wooden sword from the hay bales, testing the weight of it in her hand. With a flick of the wrist and a rustle of skirt and apron, there was a sharp swishing noise, then a dull thud. With a grin, Kale’s Mother returned the sword to its hiding place, carefully hiding it in the hay, and then strolled out the barn doors, leaving the decapitated scarecrow behind. With a grin, she chuckled to herself. She still had it.
What are your Character's ambitions?: To become one of the most skilled swordsmen in all of Asulon, then teach his skills to others.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A fine sword.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? His courage and honesty.
A screenshot of your skin:
Other Information about your Character: He is a warrior, but he can also show empathy where needed.
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?
Kale’s new adventure was about to begin, heading to meet his sister in the incredibly vast land of Asulon. Everything was perfect at that moment and nothing could spoil his joyous mood. Then as Kale scanned the landscape, in the corner of his eye he saw a little Halfling, reminiscent of his mother. He was clearly in distress and he was being dwarfed in size by two armed warriors, one with an axe on his back and the other with a sword tucked into his belt. From where Kale was stood he could hear the gravelly voices of the warriors.
“This doesn’t ‘ave to end badly, you give us your money and we won’t ‘urt you, little man!”
Kale felt a new rage he had never felt before building up inside him, and his hand slipped subconsciously down to his precious sword in its pristine scabbard. Ready to draw the blade, he felt the weight of the sword in his hand, and it comforted him somewhat. Then his logical, fighting mind set kicked in; he could easily stand up for the Halfling against the warriors, but he was in a new environment that he did not yet understand. Kale shook himself; how could he be so naïve. In any land, this would be considered wrong. He had to help this Halfling.
Kale, enraged, sprinted at the foul warriors, his sword catching glimmers of light as he ran. When he collided with the axe wielding assailant, Kale had the full element of surprise, and he used it along with his speed to slash the thug across the chest. The now wounded warrior fell to the floor screaming in agony, both parties stunned by what just happened. Kale stared at his blood stained blade, in disbelief about what he had done. His eyes moved over to the screaming man; would he die? Had Kale done the right thing? With a shout, the other thug put all of his strength into a swing of his sword, and Kale rolled to the side narrowly avoiding the strike. Maybe he wasn’t as skilled as he thought; maybe it was just luck he had hit that warrior.
Kale straightened himself up for another assault; he then remembered training against the scarecrow in the barn back home. With a grunt, he lunged left, avoiding what would have been another fatal blow, and countered the thug with a slash to the warrior’s sword arm. The thugs arm dropped to the ground with the sword still clenched in the white-knuckled fist. Now the thug seemed even weaker than the tiny Halfling. He was writhing on the floor screaming in pain, Kale just stood above him, panting and shaking uncontrollably; is this what the art of wielding a sword is all about, killing?
The Halfling ran towards Kale and shook his hand with a tear in his eye.
“Thank you, I was so scared! I didn’t have any money and I thought they were going to… to…” stuttered the trembling Halfling.
“Don’t worry, someone needed to stick up for you.” Kale shrugged, smiling. “That shouldn’t be allowed to happen to anyone.”
The Halfling then wandered back into the beautifully decorated Cloud temple. Kale continued walking on the gravelled path, to continue on his adventure.
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?
“Greetings, sir,” Kale inclined his head to the merchant. “Can I see your selection of armour?”
“Well they are all behind me on the rack, browse as much as you want.”
Kale looked past the kind old merchant and scanned the sets of well-polish armour. The old leather tunic that Kale was wearing was getting old, and needed to be replaced before the next fight he encountered. He searched through his money pouch for some coins to pay for a full set of iron armour. To his disappointment, Kale realised that the money he had was to pay the local innkeeper. The cost of the damages after a fight in the tavern had been pushed onto Kale’s shoulders, and he barely had enough money to pay that fee, let alone by a new set of armour.
With a small frown, Kale looked up at the merchant, his eyes sad, but he held a rueful smile. “I’m afraid I’ll have to come back another time. Not enough minas these days.”
The merchant smiled knowingly. “You’re telling me?”
With a chuckle and a nod, Kale ducked out from under the shelter of the merchants stall, and headed back toward the inn, dreading the mess he would find after last night’s adventure.
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?:
Kale hopped over the debris littering the floor of the hut, and wandered over to the chest. He quickly checked to see if the cost was clear, then prised the lid of the chest open with an ominous creaking noise. He blinked for a moment as the glinting light of the ingots lit up the hut, and then his eyes fell upon the sword. It had good craftsmanship; a maple wood hilt with silver etching, and a long, sharp golden blade.
Kale began to wonder who would leave such a bounty here in such an abysmal hut in the middle of the wild? He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to just grab the sword and run, but he decided whoever it belonged to would need it, and it was there for a reason. Kale straightened up, shutting the chest, and created a subtle plan. He would come to the same hut every week to check if the owner had returned to claim their items, or if they had been stolen. If this continued for five weeks without any sign of activity in the hut, he would take the sword but leave the ingots, and be grateful he had been blessed with such a prize.
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?
Kale was certain this was the right way, he just had to keep heading straight and he could be back in the Inn drinking a nice flagon of high quality ale, in the warm heated embrace of the log fire. Before his mind wandered too far away from reality it was forced back to the present moment. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tell-tale puffs of a camp fire ascending into the sky. It was hard to not walk straight towards the little grey clouds, but he knew this small encampment could belong to anyone, from raiders to bandits. Kale felt his stomach rumbling; this was ridiculous, he needed food and he needed it now.
After twenty minutes of lurking in the shadows around the camp, Kale tactically decided to stumble into the camp, making it look as if he had only just arrived. Kale moved around the side, then walked straight in through the make shift entrance. The four men sitting around the fire became aware of Kales presence. What looked to be the leader of the group was a tall man with a strong build, with a face showing years of experience. Kale’s mind was working extremely hard; had he made the right choice?
The man stood up and walked towards Kale. Kale felt for his sword, knowing drawing it would only be a front, as he didn’t have enough strength to fight. The man now bowed slightly to Kale and then spoke in a familiar language.
“Welcome to our trading camp, we hope you find what you are looking for.”
Kale smiled, all of his fears about starving in the forest or being slaughtered subsiding. With a wild stare in his eye, he looked at the oblivious trader and began to laugh uncontrollably. The trader had a look of bewilderment on his face as Kale explained to him his predicament. After a loaf of bread and some ale, the trader explained where Kale needed to go and pointed him in the right direction. Kale reached into his pocket and pulled out his coin bag, looking into it and placing two coins in the trader’s hand. The trader, astonished someone had given him coins for such a simple service, smiled joyfully at Kale.
Kale then picked up the trail and after an hour or so of tiresome walking, he found his way to a wonderful old inn, in which he settled down for some soup and mead.
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?:
Kale awoke from his deep slumber; he had fallen asleep in the corner of the inn, slumped under a wooden table. All he could hear was the kind old land lady announcing that the local guards were asking for volunteers to help them fight off the bandits surrounding the only path in and out of town. Kale heard this and immediately knew he had to help the kind town folk; it was his duty as a swordsman. Especially for the land lady, she had given Kale a room to stay in free of charge as long as he helped her clean up after the more unruly occupants of the inn, including him.
Kale rose to his feet, proceeding to knock his head against the edge of the table. With a grunt, he straightened, nodding to the land lady, and then heading outside into the cobbled street. At the gate of the town stood a large cluster of guards, and further down the road, Kale could see a great green mass of bandits blocking the path.
“You here to help, sir?”
Kale looked to the burly man in leather armour who spoke to him, and nodded.
“Well get to the front line then. We’re going to make a charge.”
With a brief nod, Kale slipped through the soldiers and took his place at the left wing of the patrol. A shout echoed to his right, and the soldiers surged forward toward the bandits. A war cry boomed up ahead, and the surly bandits swelled forward in a wave of knives and spittle. The two sides smashed together, swords crashing and arrows being fired from the walls of the town. Kale stood, his sword ready, but no opponents came toward him; they all focused on the town guard.
Suddenly, an arrow shot out of the sky, hitting the guard next to him in the arm. Kale blinked as the guard fell; where had that come from? None of the bandits had arrows… Kale turned, scanning the trees behind where the bandits had been situated before the attack. At the top of a tall spruce tree sat a bandit, holding bow with at least three quivers of arrows. With a grunt, Gale broke away from the group, slipping into the spruce forest to creep up on the bandit with the bow.
When he reached the tree in which the bandit was sat, Kale began his climb as quietly as he could. As he climbed, each branch became flimsier, and each movement noisier. When he was almost within reaching distance, a branch snapped below him, broken under the force his weight had left behind. The bandit’s head snapped downward, seeing Kale. With a shout, he grabbed a quiver and shouldered his bow, shouting down to Kale in a strange accent.
“Yuhl never geht me, mahgot!”
And with that, he lunged from the tree, hoping to land in the thick foliage of the next one, but to no avail. With a sickening crunch, the bandit’s chin struck the trunk of the tree, his lifeless body plummeting to the ground in front of Kale. He stood, staring down at the bandit, a shocked expression on his face. Was he dead? Kale prodded the unmoving figure with the flat of his sword, flinching slightly. When the bandit didn’t move, Kale backed away, wanting to escape the body at all costs. He jogged back to the fight to see that without the bandit archer, the town guard had prevailed, and all the bandits were either dead or subdued.
“Where’ve you been, sir?” came the booming voice of the captain, who walked over from some of his allies. “I didn’t see you in any of the action.”
Kale swallowed, gesturing to the forest with his head. “There was an archer hiding in the trees picking off your men. I went to sort him out and…” he took a breath, wondering whether to lie and say he had killed the bandit himself.
“Well good job! Here, take the reward; you deserve it.” The guard captain passed Kale a pouch of coins, which felt nice and weighty against his empty palm. “If you ever need an employer, I’m your man.” With a smile, the guard captain strode away, leaving Kale wondering whether he deserved to get the reward at all…
Note: I'm sorry that the colors in the Open Response section aren't working. I can't seem to fix that.
Ejelite:1St Application
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Out-Of-Character
Minecraft Account Name: Ejelite
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: UK (GMT)
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a fun loving person and all round gaming enthusiast. I have always enjoyed role playing, and I love Minecraft so your server is ideal!
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 5 hours, very likely more.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It’s a chance to be someone that you’re not and a great opportunity to escape from the outside world and do things you could never do.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have been on a friends Role playing server but now I feel I should step up to a better, higher quality server.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: It’s when you use information that you gained out of character to sabotage someone’s role playing experience. For example if you know someone is planting a trap out of character and you used that information to warn someone in character then you have meta gamed.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: It is when you are in a role play situation and you completely control the events that happen, and don’t give other player a chance to respond to your actions.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Awesome, a great place to play and to enjoy the whole Role play experience.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: A friend’s private server, reason was that it wasn’t going anywhere and my friend shut it down.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes
How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: Through a friend living in the world of Asulon.
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: N/A
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/): I am unable to post of the thread.
In-Character:
Character Name: Kale Leafhelm
What Race are you?: Human
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A
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.):
“Kale?” the musical voice drifted into the barn from across the grass. “Kale, where are you?”
The voice of his mother shocked Kale into a frozen stupor. He listened as a rabbit would listen for a predator, standing up from his attack stance. The scarecrow he was using as a make-shift dummy in front of him creaked ominously, some hay falling to the ground and joining the many others strands that littered the floor. To his horror, Kale heard the back door click shut, and his mother’s twinkling voice come sailing toward the barn.
“Kale?”
Finally, Kale managed to snap himself out of it. He dropped the wooden sword he was gripping in his left hand onto the barn floor with a muffled clatter, and sprinted forward to the dummy. Wrenching it off its wooden pole support, Kale flung the scarecrow into the corner, pulling dust blankets and hay to cover the shape.
“Kale, are you in the barn?”
Kale cursed under his breath; his mother was getting closer, and he could almost hear her sandaled feet padding their way down the path. With a swipe, Kale snatched up his wooden sword and stuffed it underneath the blankets with the scarecrow, arranging the hay to look cluttered as it usually did. As Kale heard the door of the barn being opened, he ran to the wall and snatched up one of the iron hoes that he and his father used to plough the fields, and began to walk back toward the barn door in a leisurely manner. He came face to face with his mother, who smiled up at him.
“Ah, there you are! I was wondering where you’d got to.”
Kale grinned sheepishly, leaning on the upturned hoe. “Just about to go and work in the fields. Is Father out there already?”
“I believe he is. I just came to ask you a little question ‘is all.” His mother peered behind him into the dim corners of the barn. “Have you seen our other scarecrow about? Uncle Reed and your Father were mucking about in the fields, when your Uncle managed to fall into our best one.” his mother sighed, leaning against the door of the barn. “Those two…” she muttered under her breath.
Kale blanched slightly at the mention of the scarecrow, but shook his head, his red hair falling about his head, covering his eyes. “Sorry, I haven’t seen it-”
Before Kale could finish, there was a thump from behind him. He snapped his head around to find that the missing scarecrow, also known as his training dummy, had flopped out from behind the dust sheets, its head cocked to the side in a jaunty ‘hello’. Kale thought quickly, then exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm; “Ah, there it is!”
Kale’s mother sighed and walked over to one of the solitary wooden benches against the wall, and lowered herself onto it with a short exhale of breath. With a soft smile, she patted the spot next to her, motioning for him to sit down. Kale reluctantly obliged, dropping down onto the bench with a curt thump. His mother took his hand in her own hand, and they faced each other.
“Kale, I’m your mother. There’s really no point in hiding anything from me.”
Kale smiled, plastering a look of bewilderment across his face. “I don’t know what you mean!”
His mother chuckles, her cheeks lighting up. “Oh yes you do!” Her expression became kind again, the laughter lingering in her eyes. “I know you’ve been practicing in here. Sticks went missing from the storage, and so did that scarecrow… The only thing I want to know is why didn’t you tell me? I’m not mad… just curious.”
Kale frowned to himself. He knew exactly why he didn’t tell her… She’s a Halfling, and his Father is human. They’re both very orientated towards farming and animal care… His youngest sister, Poppy, had already taken up the family tradition, and had started working in the fields since she was five. His other sister, Daisy, cared for the animals, refusing to stay in the hot sun for too long. His sisters were a true part of the family, but Kale was not.
“I didn’t tell you because everyone in our family farms!” Kale blurted out, leaning forward slightly. “It seems like we’re all expected to plough or… or to feed the animals, but I don’t want to do that! I want to train and fight! I want to be the most skilled warrior in all of Asulon!”
By this point, Kale had leaned in so close to his mother, he could see his brown eyes reflected in his mother’s black ones. She smiled, pulling and strand of deep red hair away from her face, then tucking it behind her ear. “That’s alright, Kale.”
“What?” Kale was in disbelief. His Mother had accepted what he’d been doing, just like that?
“I said, it’s alright.” she clasped his hands warmly. “You are my son, and I’ll love you no matter what you do, just as long as you are not unhappy.”
For a moment, Kale sat very still, unknowing as to what to do, but then he jumped forward, hugging his mother tightly. “Thank you, mother!”
His Mother smiled, hugging him back, and then prising him away from her, looking into his eyes. “If it’s what you want to do.”
“It is!”
“Then I will support you in whatever you want to achieve.”
Kale grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. There was blissful quiet for a moment, but this peacefulness was shattered by the whining call of Daisy.
“Mu-um! Poppy’s being a spoil sport wimp!”
With a sigh of exasperation, Kale’s Mother lent her head back against the wooden wall of the barn. “Go and see what she wants please, Kale. I don’t think I can deal with her and Poppy bickering right now…”
Kale nodded, and jogged out the doors of the barn off toward his little sister. Kale’s Mother, blinked, then stood up from the bench, checking to see whether he’d gone. Satisfied, she returned to the dusty scarecrow, and yanked it out from its hiding place, and sliding it back down onto its pole. With a small yank, she removed the wooden sword from the hay bales, testing the weight of it in her hand. With a flick of the wrist and a rustle of skirt and apron, there was a sharp swishing noise, then a dull thud. With a grin, Kale’s Mother returned the sword to its hiding place, carefully hiding it in the hay, and then strolled out the barn doors, leaving the decapitated scarecrow behind. With a grin, she chuckled to herself. She still had it.
What are your Character's ambitions?: To become one of the most skilled swordsmen in all of Asulon, then teach his skills to others.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A fine sword.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? His courage and honesty.
A screenshot of your skin:
Other Information about your Character: He is a warrior, but he can also show empathy where needed.
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?
Kale’s new adventure was about to begin, heading to meet his sister in the incredibly vast land of Asulon. Everything was perfect at that moment and nothing could spoil his joyous mood. Then as Kale scanned the landscape, in the corner of his eye he saw a little Halfling, reminiscent of his mother. He was clearly in distress and he was being dwarfed in size by two armed warriors, one with an axe on his back and the other with a sword tucked into his belt. From where Kale was stood he could hear the gravelly voices of the warriors.
“This doesn’t ‘ave to end badly, you give us your money and we won’t ‘urt you, little man!”
Kale felt a new rage he had never felt before building up inside him, and his hand slipped subconsciously down to his precious sword in its pristine scabbard. Ready to draw the blade, he felt the weight of the sword in his hand, and it comforted him somewhat. Then his logical, fighting mind set kicked in; he could easily stand up for the Halfling against the warriors, but he was in a new environment that he did not yet understand. Kale shook himself; how could he be so naïve. In any land, this would be considered wrong. He had to help this Halfling.
Kale, enraged, sprinted at the foul warriors, his sword catching glimmers of light as he ran. When he collided with the axe wielding assailant, Kale had the full element of surprise, and he used it along with his speed to slash the thug across the chest. The now wounded warrior fell to the floor screaming in agony, both parties stunned by what just happened. Kale stared at his blood stained blade, in disbelief about what he had done. His eyes moved over to the screaming man; would he die? Had Kale done the right thing? With a shout, the other thug put all of his strength into a swing of his sword, and Kale rolled to the side narrowly avoiding the strike. Maybe he wasn’t as skilled as he thought; maybe it was just luck he had hit that warrior.
Kale straightened himself up for another assault; he then remembered training against the scarecrow in the barn back home. With a grunt, he lunged left, avoiding what would have been another fatal blow, and countered the thug with a slash to the warrior’s sword arm. The thugs arm dropped to the ground with the sword still clenched in the white-knuckled fist. Now the thug seemed even weaker than the tiny Halfling. He was writhing on the floor screaming in pain, Kale just stood above him, panting and shaking uncontrollably; is this what the art of wielding a sword is all about, killing?
The Halfling ran towards Kale and shook his hand with a tear in his eye.
“Thank you, I was so scared! I didn’t have any money and I thought they were going to… to…” stuttered the trembling Halfling.
“Don’t worry, someone needed to stick up for you.” Kale shrugged, smiling. “That shouldn’t be allowed to happen to anyone.”
The Halfling then wandered back into the beautifully decorated Cloud temple. Kale continued walking on the gravelled path, to continue on his adventure.
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?
“Greetings, sir,” Kale inclined his head to the merchant. “Can I see your selection of armour?”
“Well they are all behind me on the rack, browse as much as you want.”
Kale looked past the kind old merchant and scanned the sets of well-polish armour. The old leather tunic that Kale was wearing was getting old, and needed to be replaced before the next fight he encountered. He searched through his money pouch for some coins to pay for a full set of iron armour. To his disappointment, Kale realised that the money he had was to pay the local innkeeper. The cost of the damages after a fight in the tavern had been pushed onto Kale’s shoulders, and he barely had enough money to pay that fee, let alone by a new set of armour.
With a small frown, Kale looked up at the merchant, his eyes sad, but he held a rueful smile. “I’m afraid I’ll have to come back another time. Not enough minas these days.”
The merchant smiled knowingly. “You’re telling me?”
With a chuckle and a nod, Kale ducked out from under the shelter of the merchants stall, and headed back toward the inn, dreading the mess he would find after last night’s adventure.
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?:
Kale hopped over the debris littering the floor of the hut, and wandered over to the chest. He quickly checked to see if the cost was clear, then prised the lid of the chest open with an ominous creaking noise. He blinked for a moment as the glinting light of the ingots lit up the hut, and then his eyes fell upon the sword. It had good craftsmanship; a maple wood hilt with silver etching, and a long, sharp golden blade.
Kale began to wonder who would leave such a bounty here in such an abysmal hut in the middle of the wild? He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to just grab the sword and run, but he decided whoever it belonged to would need it, and it was there for a reason. Kale straightened up, shutting the chest, and created a subtle plan. He would come to the same hut every week to check if the owner had returned to claim their items, or if they had been stolen. If this continued for five weeks without any sign of activity in the hut, he would take the sword but leave the ingots, and be grateful he had been blessed with such a prize.
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?
Kale was certain this was the right way, he just had to keep heading straight and he could be back in the Inn drinking a nice flagon of high quality ale, in the warm heated embrace of the log fire. Before his mind wandered too far away from reality it was forced back to the present moment. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tell-tale puffs of a camp fire ascending into the sky. It was hard to not walk straight towards the little grey clouds, but he knew this small encampment could belong to anyone, from raiders to bandits. Kale felt his stomach rumbling; this was ridiculous, he needed food and he needed it now.
After twenty minutes of lurking in the shadows around the camp, Kale tactically decided to stumble into the camp, making it look as if he had only just arrived. Kale moved around the side, then walked straight in through the make shift entrance. The four men sitting around the fire became aware of Kales presence. What looked to be the leader of the group was a tall man with a strong build, with a face showing years of experience. Kale’s mind was working extremely hard; had he made the right choice?
The man stood up and walked towards Kale. Kale felt for his sword, knowing drawing it would only be a front, as he didn’t have enough strength to fight. The man now bowed slightly to Kale and then spoke in a familiar language.
“Welcome to our trading camp, we hope you find what you are looking for.”
Kale smiled, all of his fears about starving in the forest or being slaughtered subsiding. With a wild stare in his eye, he looked at the oblivious trader and began to laugh uncontrollably. The trader had a look of bewilderment on his face as Kale explained to him his predicament. After a loaf of bread and some ale, the trader explained where Kale needed to go and pointed him in the right direction. Kale reached into his pocket and pulled out his coin bag, looking into it and placing two coins in the trader’s hand. The trader, astonished someone had given him coins for such a simple service, smiled joyfully at Kale.
Kale then picked up the trail and after an hour or so of tiresome walking, he found his way to a wonderful old inn, in which he settled down for some soup and mead.
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?:
Kale awoke from his deep slumber; he had fallen asleep in the corner of the inn, slumped under a wooden table. All he could hear was the kind old land lady announcing that the local guards were asking for volunteers to help them fight off the bandits surrounding the only path in and out of town. Kale heard this and immediately knew he had to help the kind town folk; it was his duty as a swordsman. Especially for the land lady, she had given Kale a room to stay in free of charge as long as he helped her clean up after the more unruly occupants of the inn, including him.
Kale rose to his feet, proceeding to knock his head against the edge of the table. With a grunt, he straightened, nodding to the land lady, and then heading outside into the cobbled street. At the gate of the town stood a large cluster of guards, and further down the road, Kale could see a great green mass of bandits blocking the path.
“You here to help, sir?”
Kale looked to the burly man in leather armour who spoke to him, and nodded.
“Well get to the front line then. We’re going to make a charge.”
With a brief nod, Kale slipped through the soldiers and took his place at the left wing of the patrol. A shout echoed to his right, and the soldiers surged forward toward the bandits. A war cry boomed up ahead, and the surly bandits swelled forward in a wave of knives and spittle. The two sides smashed together, swords crashing and arrows being fired from the walls of the town. Kale stood, his sword ready, but no opponents came toward him; they all focused on the town guard.
Suddenly, an arrow shot out of the sky, hitting the guard next to him in the arm. Kale blinked as the guard fell; where had that come from? None of the bandits had arrows… Kale turned, scanning the trees behind where the bandits had been situated before the attack. At the top of a tall spruce tree sat a bandit, holding bow with at least three quivers of arrows. With a grunt, Gale broke away from the group, slipping into the spruce forest to creep up on the bandit with the bow.
When he reached the tree in which the bandit was sat, Kale began his climb as quietly as he could. As he climbed, each branch became flimsier, and each movement noisier. When he was almost within reaching distance, a branch snapped below him, broken under the force his weight had left behind. The bandit’s head snapped downward, seeing Kale. With a shout, he grabbed a quiver and shouldered his bow, shouting down to Kale in a strange accent.
“Yuhl never geht me, mahgot!”
And with that, he lunged from the tree, hoping to land in the thick foliage of the next one, but to no avail. With a sickening crunch, the bandit’s chin struck the trunk of the tree, his lifeless body plummeting to the ground in front of Kale. He stood, staring down at the bandit, a shocked expression on his face. Was he dead? Kale prodded the unmoving figure with the flat of his sword, flinching slightly. When the bandit didn’t move, Kale backed away, wanting to escape the body at all costs. He jogged back to the fight to see that without the bandit archer, the town guard had prevailed, and all the bandits were either dead or subdued.
“Where’ve you been, sir?” came the booming voice of the captain, who walked over from some of his allies. “I didn’t see you in any of the action.”
Kale swallowed, gesturing to the forest with his head. “There was an archer hiding in the trees picking off your men. I went to sort him out and…” he took a breath, wondering whether to lie and say he had killed the bandit himself.
“Well good job! Here, take the reward; you deserve it.” The guard captain passed Kale a pouch of coins, which felt nice and weighty against his empty palm. “If you ever need an employer, I’m your man.” With a smile, the guard captain strode away, leaving Kale wondering whether he deserved to get the reward at all…
Note: I'm sorry that the colors in the Open Response section aren't working. I can't seem to fix that.