IrishPerson

7/10 I see you every so often. :3

Nito sits at his desk in his home, quickly filling out the form before sending it back to the mages guild. ~The Form~ Your Name: Nito Your Age: 23 Your Race: High Elf Are you wishing to join the college as a Mage, or a Pilgrim?: For now I look to join as a pilgrim however I shall soon start my studies in the magical arts. (( OOC: MC Name: MrGreene_HD When did you join the server?: A year and two months ago. ))

Yes, I quite like this idea. I don't see why it should not be added. :D

I don't see why not. + 1

Upon noticing one of these banners that are around Oren, Mortis moves closer to it. He tilts his head as he starts to read it, a slight grin forming upon his lips from behind his mask. He moves his right hand up to the notice poster, running his dark skinned hand down it as rain starts to slowly fall from the skys. He looks up, the rain hitting off his metal mask making a slight 'pinging' noise. Moving his head to the side he slowly lowers it as rain starts to pour down the back of his hood and onto the ground. Nodding once he turns around slowly on his heels. He makes haste for his lair which is carved in the side of a mountain. Later that evening Mortis stands by his table, glaring towards the glass where the rain is hitting off. He swiftly turns his neck to stare at one of the cages in the room, the woman inside the cage stumbles back slight as Mortis starts to walk towards her. He kneels down on front of the cage. Moving his hand towards his mask he slowly pulls it off showing his physical deformities. She moves her hands to cover her eyes at the sight of them. Mortis places a gloved hand onto one of the bars of the cage, cocking his head to the side as he slowly opens his mouth to speak. "Does a lady know how to write?" He asks in an emotionless tone of voice. She nods slowly, still trying to back herself away from him. He gives a small smile as he unlocks the cage his lips once again parting slightly so he can speak. "You will write a letter for me then, if this lady complies she may leave the presence of her god." Not completely understanding what he means by this, she nods. Slowly moving to the table and taking up the quill, she begins to write what he says. "Write as I say, because if you miss a word, you shall miss a finger. Now, understand me as I speak no clearer. To The Most....." He pauses for a moment, thinking of a word to describe Lucius. "Stupendous Lord Lucius Blacmont," She nods swiftly, taking it down word for word. "I, Libido Mortis, write to you this fine eve in order to stress my interest in serving you, Lord of House Blackmont. Thus I shall give you some information that one might need in order to make a decision about me and my ways. Sadly I have been cursed by both my mother and father, I have been cursed in the way of my race as I am a horrid dark elf. Due to this I keep my mask on.... most of the time. My age... well I have lost count. All I know is that I was born in late Aegis." Mortis smiles slightly, thinking his progress was good. He runs his dark skinned hand along the cold stone before turning back to her and watching her take down his every single word. "Currently I'm a hunter however not one of animals but one of people. My blades have seen much blood and my mouth has tasted double the amount my blades have." He gives a mild chuckle as he turns once again glancing around the room. "One might ask what I seek to gain, well I seek richs and blood. Much like every other man and woman." He slowly walks over to the woman writing the letter for him, lowering his hand he runs it down the side of her face as he whispers in her ear. "I wish to be feared." Mortis chuckles loudly before walking away from her towards another table in the room. "Due to this, I wish to give you a gift, my lord. The blood of a blonde virgin, all to yourself." The woman's eyes widen as she looks at her blonde hair however she keeps writing, keeping her head low. "I do hope one enjoys this gift as a virgin elf is not an easy thing to find." He says in a cold, emotionless tone as he picks up a dagger from the table. Running alone his robes, making a small cut, he walks towards her. She is still writing with her head kept low. Mortis grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls it back, bringing his head up in the process. She screams loudly as he lowers the knife towards her neck. In one swift movement he brings it along her neck. The blood squirting mostly on the wall however some goes onto the paper. After a single moment, her body falls limp in the chair. He lets go of her hair allowing her head to fall back. Moving on front of her he places the dagger on the table, taking the quill up, he goes to sign his name. - M O R T I S He writes in messy block letters. After he finishs writing his name he rolls the paper up and ties it to his hawk. He whispers a single word to the Hawk. "Dreadfort." The hawk flies off, out the top of the mountain and towards the Dreadfort. Mortis merely sits there, smiling as he awaits a response.

Gawin grunts softly after reading this letter. Knowing the fate of the Fallen since they declared war on Oren. He moves towards his desk before starting to write a note to be sent to Vallel. "**** you, I've followed you for too long and I shall not follow you to my death! -Your loving friend, Gawin Orman" Gawin smiles and nods after writing the messy note, he seals it with some wax before sending it off too Vallel. A wide smile on his face now knowing he is free from the Fallen.

The old man listened with interest to the answers the man gave, eyes widening with the answer of the last question. Another illusionist is an exciting concept for him. He gave a small smile before him and the Shagrath disappear. A few days later, after the members consider the people who answered the old man brings up Famines answers. They all agree he would be good to have thus the old man leaves to go and seek the seekers. (( Accepted. ))

((This post is contact sensitive to your Rp. This post is all Rp, and all the information in it is up for free Rp gain. The information here is purposely vague, and if meta’d, it won’t matter.)) - Intro - You stand in a dark, dank forest. Around you are young men and women, very few, but they all bear a similar expression. Emotionlessness, most-likely fear is gripping them, for they are about to make a deal with the Devil. The fire flickers as a man draped in black and red robes approaches the group from the forest. His dirty gray beard hangs loose from the darkened edges of his hood, he walks with a swagger only a Zealot of Arach Lodias could muster. “You’ve all shown interest in the Broodmother...” His voice, surprisingly strong for a man of his age. His gaze shifts across You and the others, His Void gaze seeps into you as you watch back. “Listen to me, Seekers, for I’ll not repeat myself. What you’ve been seeking is now within grasp; belongingness, acceptance, knowledge, and most of all, power.” He’s silent for a while. The silence creeps on, seeming to take longer than you’d thought, the old man suddenly snaps back, speaking once more. “You stand before a Zealot of the Arach Lodias; I am of the chosen by our Shagrath, and our unholy Broodmother. I will speak of our Order, and what steps you must take form here-on-out.” The fire flickers again, his features noticeable for a brief moment, then the dark of the Void creeps back over his face. - Information - “The Arach Lodias are the servants of the Broodmother, we follow her will, and that of our Shagrath, for his word’s are those of the Broodmother’s. She speaks to the Shagrath, and he speaks of her will to us.” He lowers his head, your eyes follow his gaze; an abnormally sized spider crawls to his side, it’s fangs drip with either blood, or venom. “We are formed into five groups; First, The Seekers, those who wish to seek out our Order, and bless themselves with our unholy Broodmother. Second, The Minions, those who have been taken in by our Shagrath, although are yet un-worthy, and have not heard our Broodmother Song, nor been Kissed by her grace. Third, The Acolytes, those who have been blessed by our Broodmothers unholy song, Kiss, and love. She accepts them with open arms. Fourth, The Zealots, those who’ve been brought into the inner Council by the Shagrath. They aid the Shagrath in holding our Order together, and they personally protect the Broodmother, and her Shagrath. Then finally, Our unholy Shagrath, he who listens and speaks. Our Shagrath, Kalameet, can hear our Broodmothers words, and he dawns her will on us, so that we may serve her.” - Tenets - “Next are our Tenets, listen for if you break one, you will be punished for the rest of your days.” The old man pulls a large tome from a chain connected to his belt, he holds it up, he reads aloud, his voice echoing through the dark forest. “A member of Arach Lodias must show complete loyalty to the cult, our Shagrath and our Broodmother.” “A member of Arach Lodias must never attack another member within the cult.” “A member of Arach Lodias must never steal from another member within the cult.” “A member of Arach Lodias must believe in the one true god, our Broodmother.” He slams the tome shut, dust forming around his shadow enveloped face; the wind from the shutting book puts out the fire. The dark of the forest envelops you and the others around you, you begin to chill with fear. - Joining Arach Lodias - Eyes suddenly open in front of you, they glow a pale gray. The voice that follows is different, it’s emotionless and dull. The illusioned set of eyes are still, gazing into you; a voice booms from all corners of your hearing. “I am your Shagrath... You will answer my questions, and speak in turn.” The emotionless voice echos. As you speak the last of his questions, the pale gray eyes shut, the forest is silent and the sunrise is upon you. You and the other Seekers look about the forest, alone with no sign of the old man, or the glowing eyes. You take a deep breath, still chilled to the bone.

Quite interesting, I look forward to the next few parts.

8/10 I know who you are!

James Valkrae takes a few loaves from the chest before nodding to Braxis "I shall return soon." He says before turning around on his heels and walking off.

James slowly sits down, looking around at the other people to see if they have any questions. He shrugs once before looking back to Braxis "I have no questions of which I wish to ask you."

I quite like the idea. If roleplayed by good roleplayers then I don't see why it cannot be added,

MC Name: MrGreene_HD Character Name: Libido Mortis Does this character already have a VA (Y/N): Yes, My character is accepted for 2abc, 3b,4a and 5. Of course, if made into a dread knight, I understand that I shall have to make a mini VA. I want my character to be turned into a Dread Knight (Y/N): Yes, very much so. I want to become apart of your group because: There are many reasons why I want to join the group. The first reason being that I love the idea of the dread knight. When I first roleplayed with one, quite some time ago, I enjoyed it so much. Due to this I would like to be apart of the group in order to give others some of the great roleplay I have experenced with some of the dread knights. Another reason why I would like to join would be the fact that I would love the chance to get some new roleplay that I have never tried before. What can I bring to this group? I believe that I can bring some more good roleplay to the group as I have been on the server for about a year now, and during that time I have done a lot of combat roleplay. All of my characters are villains and have some sort of accepted VA's thus giving me quite a good amount of experence with villainous roleplay. Time zone: GMT +0 P.S. I'm already in the skype group, I just wanted to make this app to clear some things up. If you would like to know more about Libido, I would suggest reading his VA. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/85822-acceptedlibidos-first-va-55/?view=getnewpost

James sighs softly as many thoughts run through his head. Before nodding and starting to walk towards the camp. "Very well then." He mutters quietly.

Gawin sighs softly as he folds the application and writes his name in big letters on the back. Gawin Orman. He places the application and walks off, unsure if this was the right thing to do and unsure if he will be able to work with these people once again although he does know one thing for sure. "The old me is back." He says as he walks away.