aron.

The young king quirks a brow quickly, not having dealt with opposing forces in his short time ruling. "They prepare for battle? So be it; prepare your shields. This should be interesting" [[i like it! Only question is, is it possible to switch the date to Saturday instead? This should be fun]]

Moved to Denied Forum

Your application has been denied for the following - Your definition for roleplaying could use expanding, and your definitions for metagaming and powergaming are incorrect. For powergaming, I would recommend searching for "powergaming in roleplay" or "power emoting" as it is completely different from powergaming in a regular game setting. - Your biography was a tad bit cliche, in my opinion, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Cliches aside, your bio is still very lacking, and needs some expansion. Try expanding on your character's thoughts, mentality (perhaps his early life). - Your skin is directly taken from Assassins Creed, which is a definite no-no. If you need a skin made, you can look across our various forums. You'll find a lot of people willing to make skins, or those with skins already made for the taking. - A minor tip I would give you is that villainous activity is not against the rules, but only reserved for those with Villain Applications. You must fill out the proper application after being accepted to the server for a week. Lastly, I found your application to have a lot in common with assassins creed. While I, for one, love the series, I think you could come up with something a lot more original. If you need any help with fleshing out a character, or improving on what you have, make sure to message me or another application team member. You may reapply in 24 hours

The Lord-Regent of Salvus, Nigel Therving, would take to the court of Kingston, his chin held high, and voice booming with pride. To his right, just before the ornate seat, stood proudly a prince prepared for his throne. He had a legacy to honour, and a duty to his kingdom. “As by the will of the late Aron Bedevere, the /first/ of his name!” spoke the Lord-regent, Nigel “The proud and fallen king! The father of modern Salvus, and builder of the greatest gate the world has /ever/ known! Salvus /shall/ ascend! Salvus /will/ prevail! No more will Salvus take shelter from those who seek its destruction! Relenkai Bedevere, the crown prince, shall lead Salvus and her people into the victory none before him ever could!”. He took a pause and looked down to the new king, no older than sixteen “We have all failed his father. A boy- a /king/ without his father! The loss will never be forgotten of a monarch who ruled with surprise, with speed, and with malice! May his majesty, /king/ Relenkai Bedevere bring ascension upon Salvus, a kingdom long neglected!”. His speech ended, the shoulders of the young boy perking with defiance and vigour, his voice just deepening “I fight for my kingdom” he clears his throat “I fight for what my father died for. For duty, and for honour. For Salvus and her people. For each and every one of my men. I fight for all of you… and I fight that /my/ son will not need to fail his father, as I did mine. I fight for ‘surprise’ for ‘speed’ and for ‘malice’!”. His eyes scan the room, through the helmeted faces of his men. His gaze locked with each one, knowing he would take none over them. Knowing that each and every man served their own place along side him- Would die for him, as he would for them. “Salvus!” his voice boomed “We are destined for glory! Let us rise!” his balled fist beat against the rock solid plating of his newly fitted armour. With prowess and stride in each movement, the new king knelt to the ground, a crown placed upon his head, and with it, a kingdom to be born. He rose, ascending the throne intently, and with malice in the back of his mind. “The vile, and treacherous heathens who hath aimed a coward’s shot at the legacy of my father will only hold the most select corner of hell. It will be saved for them, the path torn open by Aron Bedevere himself. His name will be forever known by two unknown assailants. They /will/ be found.” The Legion of the Cardinal Cross snapped quickly into formation, turning on their heels to create a well formed column all the way across the throne room. “For my mother” his voice and complexion softened very momentarily “the widow of Salvus, whom shall never see her beloved again. We drink tonight for /his/ memory… And we fight tomorrow for hers” he finished solemnly, looking over the many faces once again, momentarily stumbling as he locks eyes with one, a brief fragment of time broken by a powerful chant. “Hail the new king!”.

The room had fallen silent long before the arrow took its lethal flight through the air, her cheeks already stained with tears. Not a seconds breath, a final word, thought, or idea to offer him any final solace for the journey he was about to take; he fell limp into her arms, gasping for an measurable moment of time. Aron’s final words, simple, short, but sharp as daggers would stick only with his wife, a final defiance to their long lasted marriage. Light spilled in from the adjacent door and down onto her lap, his head reigning down the hollow ambiance of shade. Her voice was already a dull whine to him, white, comfortable noise filling his ears. His eyes stumbled with clumsiness, picking up on visions of those he once wronged, and those who wronged him. Finally, his eyes fell upon the one he loved, unable to pry himself from her memory. He did not toss; all fight was lost to him amid the peaceful serenity that loomed over his final moments. His eyes locked with hers, and in that moment, King Aron Bedevere would accept his death. The room was spinning right before his eyes, taunting his perception of reality, everything seeming to fade away from him. He wheezed out his final words, his throat clogging with blood before he could manage any form of a sentence. “Mary..?” he spit out violently as his body began to fail him, his eyes teasing on the brink of shutting for their last time. Timidly, and with much fright, two of the three Bedevere children made their way just outside their father’s quarters, haunted by their mother’s screams. Nigel had long made his way inside, knowing the grim news was his to announce; “The king had been shot by an unknown assailant..”. His throat grasped desperately at one last breath before his stubborn life would finally escape him. His will, and final wishes would soon follow... [[The first of three posts. This is only to establish what happened, not announce his death. His death would still be somewhat unknown]]

Aron grins maniacally, Bael catching onto his plans. He bathes in iron which is not his, and begins his descent into complete tyranny over the dwarves. He uses the dwarves funds to hire courtesans and buy unfathomable amounts of cactus green. Oh yes, did Aron ever have his way with the dwarven items. His human fingers defile each and every relic/valuable he can find.

Aron folds his arms, nodding with approval

Moved to Denied Forum

Please use the proper application format, found here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/94683-the-lord-of-the-craft-application-format/

Moved to Accepted Forum

You application was exceptional! Just a quick question; are you not already accepted?

Moved to Accepted Forum

Your application has been accepted! Your knowledge of lore was quite impressive. Please wait patiently to be whitelisted

Moved to Accepted Forum

Moved to Accepted Forum

Your application has been accepted! Thank you for expanding on the definitions; they look great. Please wait patiently to be whitelisted~

Moved to Denied Forum