Deverant

I just want to say that SOOOO much hard work went into this (vast vast majority down to Nimshae not me, I have only had a small small hand in it, she deserves all the credit).

I feel this is such an excellent idea, not only for how well its been put together, though out and presented, but also its excelent roleplay possibilities.

Please support this, I really feel it deserves it, and anyone who would visit the hall would enjoy!

Alex

Thanks again everyone, and I have to say, after our first evenings playing, REALLY enjoyed it :)

Alex

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

Bobspoons

How old are you?:

37

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Uk so GMT (currently BST)

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

English is my first and only language, my grammar is ok though I am certainly not the best, though I always try and am not fond of using contractions or internet speak when typing.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a 37 year old married guy with a small son. I have many hobbies and interests, a lot of which are listed in my separate intro-thread. I tend to be easy-going, like to help others and rarely have a temper in anything. I tend to think we should be here for having fun, enjoying ourselves.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

I would like to say 2 or 3 times. In honesty I don’t know as real-life tends to have a large affect on what I can do in my leisure time. Sometimes work has an affect and sometimes my son needs a lot of attention as he needs a lot of time for educational therapy. Sometimes of course I play other games too. So really, I plan to be here as much as I can, and hopefully that will be a lot.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

I have been book-roleplaying for about 25 years over many many different systems. This including Fighting-Fantasy, AD&D, Rolemaster, MERP, Shadowrun, Timelord and many others. So I am very familiar with book roleplaying systems…. However in my experience that does not necessarily make a good roleplayer or make a person knowledgeable on what roleplaying is, I have far too often seen experienced people who just have the complete wrong idea. For me, roleplaying is about taking a character and playing that role. To enjoy the descriptiveness and spontaneity of what that character will do in a situation. I tend to find that when I have played book-roleplaying, it has always been more important to concentrate on playing the characters personality in a situation rather than concentrate on what the numbers on their stats-sheets mean. I also feel that playing a well rounded character is more fun, not a character who is an elite, but a character who is realistic. A character who has as many if not more character flaws and ability flaws as they do positive skills. Aspects like this give a character realism and give you real colour and dimension to the person you are playing. Sometimes this is in an escapism of playing a character very different to yourself, whereas other times it can be playing a character similar to you, but in a unique situation (eg fantasy) to see how you would react in that situation. Ive always found that what makes a fun roleplay is not the dice-system or rulebook system used. It isn’t the high scores on your character sheet or your equipment you have managed to gain,.. it’s the people playing and the situations you respond to. If you have a good group of people who have great rounded characters and good roleplaying skills, then great times can be had. Roleplaying is about escapism into fun with good friends. Also, always remembering that a great person/friend can play a bad character for fun, and that’s part of the game too.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

Oops I kind of put this in the question above, sorry. I could edit this but Ill give you the app as I type it  so m experience is 25+ years of book roleplaying over various systems. I have also had small amounts of online roleplaying experience (not rpg games which I have played) whereas I have RP’d in Star Trek Online as well as a previous Minecraft server.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Well metagaming is often taken as a few variations on a theme and is generally trying to game with advantage that is unrealistic. Usually this is using out of character knowledge as a player into your in-game character. There are always things you as a player/person know that your character would never know, and the fun is in playing that character to its own knowledge and strengths. You cannot let your own knowledge affect the game otherwise what is the point. I once played in a tabletop game where a friend of mine was basically playing a conman character and played it fantastic. He always avoided the fights yet whenever anyone saw him, he was withdrawing his sword from a dead body so looked to be in the fight. My character felt he was his best friend, yet he was constantly double-crossing him and stealing from him (such fun) but my character had no knowledge of this even though I knew what was going on. The funny aspect about this was that I had a fantastic time avoiding metagaming with this character and seeing how my friend skilfully played his deceptions, whereas another person in the group did not like her character being stolen from, so despite her character not being aware of it, she went out of her way to use her OOC knowledge to try and avoid being stolen from and this really almost ruined the game (GM stepped in). The point is that gaming to the character and situation is fun, metagaming actually isn’t fun.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:

Well I see this one as quite simple. I feel there are two distinct aspects to this. The first one being the straightforward aspect of a player wanting to control the situation. By example: “I stab you with my sword”…. Nope…. It should be “I TRY to stab you with my sword” (I know that snot very descriptive to the situation but you get the idea). You cant “power” your character into doing things, you can try to, and describe how and why you may have a good chance of succeeding (eg: using his well-trained hunting skill….) but you still have to give room for the environment, reality and other characters to be able to affect things too. You cannot take over the situation only interact with it. The other line of powerplaying is those who describe their character as god-like in that they are the best swordsman in the land or the most powerful mage etc, all of which leave little room for creativity and play between characters and situations.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

Fun.

I expect it to be full of excellent minecraft building, complimented by an excellent setup of roleplaying. From reading some of the forums and the wiki and lore, I am really excited with the time and effort that has gone into the background and surroundings of this minecraft server so I really feel that the roleplay on here will be exceptional. As I mention, I really just feel its will be fun (If I am accepted).

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I have played on my own minecraft server for simple builds, on a private server for a gaming community (which had its subscription run out) and lastly I played on a nations-of-war server. The reasons fir leaving nations-of-war (technically I am still a part of that server if I wish to play) are partly that the friends I played with moved away from it, but also that it was a RP server but sadly a lot of the players there were more into mouse-click PVP and not so much RP and so the RP gradually fizzled and so the server lost some of its appeal over time sadly.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

yes, and very impressed I am by them too. Its always nice to read rules and realise that the things set out there are the kind of rules a person would type out for myself should I ever open such a server. It makes a person feel confident and safe that the server will be a great place.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:

Yes. Not a lot to add there. Great rules and so I am actually pleased to be honouring them.

How did you hear about us?:

My wife has researched a new minecraft server (here) for us and some friends to start playing on. If you notice all the spelling mistakes in my app its because I am typing one-handed while she twists my other arm up my back…. Erm… no.. really.. she did a lot of research, found this place, it looks great, she is already accepted and here I am making my play to try and be accepted too.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

Nope, first app

In-Character:

Character Name:

Landaril Eridani

What Race are you?:

Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

Wood Elf

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.):

Landaril is a wood elf who often feels out of place and out of sorts with the world. He is of average height and build for a wood elf being 5 foot 5inch and of slender yet firm stance. His skin is a warm golden brown, yet unusual for a wood elf his hair is slightly darker giving him an unusual look among his kin, this makes dying his hair more difficult than most and can make it look unusual. He is currently 42. He was born and initially raised in Normandor by caring parents Sarilla his mother and Dariel his father who run a quiet store selling various wares as an emporium, mostly curios and carvings but including some basic items for day to day living. A placid gentle and simple couple who cared deeply for Landaril yet did not see deeper into the person he is and so did not help him with any aspects of isolation he felt. His early life included occasional different treatment from his darker looking hair, which was not in reality harsh or severe, yet it gave Landaril a feeling of being an outsider and different from others. his own take on his place in the world was affected by this and his thoughts on the perception of others exaggerated to make him feel less of a person belonging where he lived. Though in reality it was not really the case, this is how his mind interpreted the world and that was how he felt.

He had learnt basic skills from his father during bonding sessions, such as archery, fishing and skinning. These are some of his most treasured early memories, and often on the occasions he revisits home, Dariel and Landaril will enjoy these activities again together remembering old times and rejoicing in new ones, yet in recent times his visits home have been fewer and with greater distances between.

Earning a keep from fishing and hunting within Normandor did not really fulfil Landaril. Not only is the place busy enough to have far too healthy competition for such common trades, but this combined with him feeling separate made him feel to stretch his experiences further. he spent many a night in social circles hearing tales of other Elves who had ventured far into the world and seen different races, peoples, sights and wonders. All these people seemed to feel outsiders from where they came yet firm and solid in themselves as a traveller in the wide world making their way as they saw fit. This so much appealed to him that he could not help but want to put himself into that place in life. To be confident as different, to feel happy at being different and yet also to move among others also unique and firm in their own identity was such a draw to his soul.

He explained his feelings long and carefully to his parents and took his leave with a promise of returning always to keep their bond. he then ventured into that outer world to stretch his legs and expand his soul, to feel where he needed to be and where he belonged.

Landaril then spent 14 varied years wandering, learning, experiencing places and peoples. Earning just enough to pay his way and continue his journeys of discovery. In some places he settled for a few years, in other he moved on quickly. He learnt a basic grasp of other trades such as construction and to a lesser extent mining, though not really enough for a trade and profession in those lines.

In his soul, he now feels where he belongs, because he belongs in the world. It feels right and feels positive to him. He is more confident in his personality and can assert himself more than ever he could in his early years. His experiences in the outside world have taught him at times to act rash and with temper, almost against his wood elf placid nature, yet at those times he has learnt to embrace that aspect of his personality and be thankful that the world has given him this to survive such trying experiences as have warranted such a need. Despite his vast personal growth though, he does still often stay quiet and to an extent isolated from others, an aspect of his personality that really seems deep rooted and part of his soul.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

Due to the nature of his character these are not really that extensive. His ambition is to be as happy as he can be and to feel his correct and positive place in the world. To feel his way from one day to the next, one week to the next, and know where he feels he should be and what he should be doing. For his peace of mind and peace of soul. To be in places where he feels he can belong, and with people he can feel comfortable with. he has never felt ambitions of richness, station or power, but rather has ambitions for the improvement of his soul, experiences and personality.

What is your character’s favourite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

His favourite tool would be his mind, as that is the tool he can use to find his peace, comfort and sense of being. Aside from that, he favours the bow for hunting due to its effectiveness even though his fishing pole is a more pleasurable and relaxing pastime, it just doesn’t pay the rent enough.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?:

His experiences in wandering the world for a number of years have learnt him a number of trades to a lesser extent, and so he has quite a skill at being able to pick up skills quickly and effectively to a basic level. Its a jack-of-all-trades skill that he has used on many occasions when his basic abilities are not providing enough food needed. Of his initial main skills, use of the bow would come very high on the list, however he is still far from the best at such an art, rather a very gifted amateur.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format,:

(I do plan on making his hair a bit darker to match the description better)

Other Information about your Character:

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst travelling 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?

(ooc – this is written with a certain amount of artistic license. Under normal game circumstances there would be another player behind other characters and so when my character can “try” to attempt something, they would react and thus the RP unfold in a natural and random manner. Obviously in this scenario I have no person to bounce aspects back to me and so must take a little bit of liberty to try and write in the reactions of the other characters, which can seem a bit power-play if done badly but that isn’t the intention at all, hopefully it doesn’t read like that.)

It had been a long day and the evening was drawing in. Landaril had felt positive from today’s experiences yet longed for the comfort of the bed in his lodgings. His mind started to wander as he walked the path and gazed dreamily into the trees. He almost felt his pace wobble and his head nod when a harsh voice ahead snapped him to stark consciousness and set his mind alert. It seemed to be coming from ahead just around the next corner. He slowed his pace and stepped to the edge of the pathway, his senses getting keen and his muscles buzzing as the adrenaline surged for the muffled shouts and scuffling sounds emanating from ahead. He stepped gently, cautiously forward, alert to gauge any difference in surrounding or change in the sounds. As he took another step forward he could see slightly around the corner to take in a scene very much like a robbery. Two heavy set and armoured men were either side of a small panicked halfling. The larger of the two, a bald-headed gruff individual seemed to have a demeanour of authority while the slightly smaller yet sly-looking man to his side seemed no less menacing. Their threatening manner had a confidence suggesting disregard for the fright of the halfling before them. Was it actually a robbery? Or had the halfling done them a disservice?.. No, it surely was a robbery, Landaril could see now that one of the men was brandishing a barely concealed close-quarters knife while the other was sifting through a pack with such abandon it must be the halflings. The halflings terror was obvious, even at this light level and distance he was visibly trembling and making small mewing sounds at the grumbled threats from the bald man hit home though his panic. The more Landaril watched, the more he observed that these men had a manner of ruffians and certainly were not those of any honour, the poor halfling seeming helpless and starting to look physically ill at his plight. Landaril stepped back slightly and crouched further into cover. What could he do? He was just one whereas they were two and certainly looked no strangers to violence. But then he couldn’t in all conscience leave the halfling to the mercy of these men. He needed to think quickly, fast, for a good workable solution. Landaril was no slouch with his short-sword but no expert either and these were two opponents. He certainly didn’t feel he had a presence to threaten and bluff through these people. He wracked his brains and a small squeal was heard from the halfling, he looked slightly around the corner to see the bald man repeatedly prodding the halfling in the chest with the hilt of his knife. Faster, he needed to think faster. Landaril was skilled with a bow, but what could he do? Could he kill them? He had a high respect for life but these men were threatening the halfling, but then killing is a worse crime than robbery or threatening, what could he do? He pulled his short-bow from its slip on his back and bent slightly to string the limb while thinking. He fingered 3 arrows from his quiver and set them into the ground lightly just ahead of him at a readied distance. Just as he settled to consider his next move their came a startled cry form just ahead, he bent his head around the corner quickly. It looked as the halfling had tried to run yet had been caught by his hood and the bald man was dragging him backwards towards the edge of the pathway while the other man was walking into the woods drawing his sword.. Action was needed now! The drawn sword was the bigger threat. Landaril had been fingering the fletch of the closest arrow and lifted it quickly to the string, knocked the arrow and drew in one motion, releasing it towards the shoulder-quarter of the sword-man. The arrow flew well though the man was a moving target and the arrow buried itself into the top of his sword arm. He reeled in shock, then fell to the floor as the realisation hit him before any sense of pain. Landaril had lifted his second arrow and was looking to the bald man who had reeled in the confusion and let go of the halfling. Landaril let loose his second arrow towards the leg of the bald man but it flew wide of mark and disappeared into the undergrowth. There was a split second to take in the situation. The halfling had fled, his pack remaining on the floor but nothing to be seen form him at all. The downed man was rising, had had left the arrow shaft stump in his arm rather than trying to withdraw it and so while disadvantaged would still be offensive, the bald man was looking towards Landarils direction while crouching into a wary stance and drawing a short sword. What to do? He was outnumbered, likely outclassed and the halfling was now gone, prepping anther arrow was time he couldn’t afford…. His mind raced and he heard his own voice within his head… RUN!

He turned tail and headed back along the pathway as fast as he could, moving towards the side to gain cover from the trees and undergrowth if needed. He ran for all he could and would not look back. He did not hear any pursuit from the men or feel any impact from arrow or knife, but he kept running. Later that evening at a temporary lodging he sat beside the communal fire with a well-needed draft. This evenings encounter was a close one, but he felt proud that the halfling had disappeared into the undergrowth and hoped he would have gained enough distance to be free of the men. He reflected on the actions and realised that it certainly was too close a call. Landaril didn’t feel he would have done anything different but he couldn’t shake the feeling he had been lucky tonight. In future, maybe he would plan travelling in line with merchant caravans in leaving so late in the evening.

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?

Landaril had been travelling for 4 days straight and was feeling tired and exhausted, in good need of a bathing and certainly a hearty meal. His head turned as a well dressed merchant of a stall spoke to his direction. He hadn’t really been concentrating but realised his eyes had been lazily gazing over the stallholders meats and produce. The stallholder was portly and jolly yet obviously turned a tidy profit from the quality and cut of his clothing, a cheery rose tinted face smiled towards him. “ello there, what can I do for you today?” came the call from the merchant. Landaril looked from the stall to the man and moved closer to engage conversation. “I’m sorry I was partly daydreaming but your produce does look very appealing” came the response from Landaril as he gestured across the selection of foods. “finest you will find in this quarter I think you’ll find, erm.. sir?” responded the merchant. Landaril couldn’t help notice that last twist in his voice and saw the merchant looking over his travel-worn clothing and seasoned countenance. Hmm thought Landaril, a merchant certainly quick to look for trade faster than considering the station of his potential customers. Landaril looked again over the produce taking in the dried and preserved foods, “do you have anything of a fresh nature that I could take to a fire for a moist meal to replenish my energies” he said as he looked again to the merchants face. The merchant frowned a little and responded “well now I don’t really deal in those kind of meats as I think that anything unsalted or unpreserved may well carry your death in spoiled meat but I will say that you will not find a healthier and more succulent meal than some of my beef strips if soaked in mead for an hour before cooking and I don’t think anything will stand up to the quality of that.” Landaril looked and leaned towards the stall section the merchant had gestured to, they did look high quality yet he still felt that preserved produce was more for his travelling needs rather than a good solid town-based fresh meal. “Hey you need to pay for that!” came a sudden outburst from the merchant. Landaril looked up into the merchants face with confusion.. “what?” he retorted. “Those meats you just palmed into your pouch, you need t pay for them!” came the firm scowling response from the merchant. Landaril stepped back, his arms wide looking down, “I don’t know what you are talking about, I palmed no such things.”. The merchants face started to steam and he stood firmer and straighter, “Yes you did. I saw as you leaned forward you palmed some meats to your side pouch, it was quick and skilful but I have seen your like before and I’m no fool, I see you all and I don’t get taken in!” Landaril felt his jaw drop in honest surprise, “I don’t know what you mean by “my like” as I am just a traveller and not any kind of “like”. I’m certainly no thief and I don’t tae kindly to the suggestion..”Sir”” putting the emphasis on “sir” as the merchant had used the word slyly not a moment ago. “Watch!, Guards!” came the cry from the merchant and two burly watchmen from the streetcorner came dashing over to Landarils surprise. The merchant started waggling his finger and stammering “He is a thief he has taken my meats, lock him up and give me compensation for his takings”. Landaril looked open-faced at the nearest watchman, “I have done nothing of the sort” he exclaimed. The watchman gave him a look of appraising, then without losing eye-contact with Landaril he inclined his head towards the merchant and spoke, “Bodaril this isn’t you getting over excited again is it?”. The merchant looked ruffled and exclaimed “no certainly not, I saw what I saw!”. The watchman kept contact with Landaril, though didn’t seem to be tensing for trouble, but then-again Landaril felt more surprise and wonderment at the bizarre situation so was likely to be exuding signals that would be quite un-threatening. The watchman spoke again addressing Landaril, “Sir would you mind please turning out your pouch for the good of settling this quietly and quickly?” Landaril handed over the pouch quickly, “Certainly, after my travelling I don’t even have supplies left in there so you will not find anything, best to clear this farce and I can move on.” The second watchman moved forward to take the pouch and rummaged in its contents, then displayed them to the merchant and spoke out “nothing in here that bears any resemblance to any of Bodaril’s produce sarge.” The merchant looked crestfallen and somewhat embarrassed.. The first watchman gave him a disappointed look then turned back to Landaril, “Our apologies Sir, this happens occasionally, please respect we have to act on these claims but I hope you are not too put-out by this and will be able to put it behind you for the rest of your stay here, good day Sir.” And with that the watchman wheeled on the spot and both headed back towards the corner they had been stationed at. Landaril looked to the merchant who was obviously embarrassed. The merchants face blushed as he opened his mouth to speak “Erm.. sorry I just thought I had seen.. but I hadn’t.. its been a long day, erm, sorry.. can I gave you some of this dried beef by way of apology?” Landaril looked at the offered strips but they no longer looked as appetising. “No thank you” he said, “I don’t think my appetite is what it was a few moments ago, I think Id rather look to some rest and sleep.” And with that he turned from the embarrassed merchant and walked off towards the bustle outside of an inn, hoping for lodgings and a quiet from the fuss of a long travel and bizarre stallholder experience.

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?:

It was early morning and the air felt fresh and crisp. Landaril was again on the road and travelling, yet felt it again was the right time. The road itself seemed aged and less-travelled which game him a sense of excitement of where it may lead. Less-travelled pathways could be more interesting for places seldom visited. His mind started to wander to other such laces he had visited when the near-distance revealed a ramshackle hut tucked into the side of the undergrowth off the pathway. Landaril was about to walk past considering another’s abode none of his business when he noticed the front entrance doorway hanging from its hinges. It looked from violence, not neglect. Was the ramshackle appearance of the hut suggesting this had happened a long time ago, or was the hut simply ill taken care of and recently violated? There could be injured people inside so he could not live with his conscience if he did not take a look to check, not to trespass, but to offer assistance if any were needed. He stalked carefully to the front door, his had firmly gripping the hilt of his short sword.. No sounds could be heard within and the ground in front of the entrance was overgrown and showing no signs of recent passage. He peered around the edge of the doorframe to survey a small internal room with little furnishings and no signs of upkeep. The room was not a liveable room, rather a working room of what appeared to be a trapper or similar, with pelts, now moth-eaten, hanging from walls and skinning and tanning tools scattered to the front of a fire hearth. There were no signs of people and no signs of usage. Landaril let go of a held breath and was about to leave when he noticed a gleam emanating from a smashed and broken chest to the corner. He looked again but could see nothing but a slight gleam. His curiosity within an obviously derelict building overcame him and he inched into the room and walked over to the chest, nudging it slightly with his foot. The front fell in and the top collapsed due to age and rot, revealing a small pile of iron bars and what looked to be a golden sword. Landaril felt surprise. In such a run down place there should be such things of value. A person could enter and see these then take these without a care. As a traveller he knew that the run-down state of the hut did not mean its owner was gone for good and wouldn’t be coming back, surely they would indeed return for these items they felt securely locked up. He realised the chest had probably been secure once yet a hole in the roofing above had given rise to water ingress and thus the wood had rotted over who knew how long, probably quite some time. To leave the items thus would be a shame as any wandering thief may take them, but to move them would be folly as the owner may never find them upon return. He looked again to the walls, pulled at a few of the moth eaten furs and laid them in layers over the chest and its contents. They would not protect the items much but would hide them from prying eyes as the furs themselves were not of a condition anyone would wish to steal them. If the owner never returned then that was fate, but if they did, then this may safeguard another’s possessions that they may be able to retrieve them. Having thought he had done as much as he could in the circumstance, Landaril hastily left the hut and back to the pathway. He would never know if anything would become of the valued items, but he knew they were not his for the taking and hoped his actions would help them return to those owning of them. The view of the hut faded into the distance as his travel continued and his feet fell closer to his next destination.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

This journey had not been a wise one Landaril knew. He had considered the trek across barren wilderness an attainable goal, yet had not anticipated the harshness of the heat and desolation that had confronted him. His supplies had been gone for days now and yet he had not reached the town he had expected. The past few days he had not even seen chance for hunting, foraging or any other form of attaining food or water and the toll was starting to weigh heavy on him. His walk was faltered and his head thick with weariness. As his pace continued, the horizon revealed what appeared to be a trading camp, or was it a hallucination? No it was a camp. A rush went through his body and he quickened his pace, almost fell, but regained his footing from the stumble and headed eagerly towards the camp. After approaching within earshot a person stood up against the sun and their outline spoke out to Landaril, “Hail traveller can we ask what brings you here?” Landaril tried to pause but realised he was still walking forwards from his bodies eagerness for sustenance, he tried to croak back an answer from his dried and cracked throat, “Please just trade for food and water”. The outline did not appear to hear him clearly and started to move towards him, one hand quite cautiously resting on a sword-hilt. As he approached closer Landaril repeated his request and the outline resolved into a tall athletic man with the countenance of a guard or swordsman, a camp protector Landaril assumed. The mans face recognised the condition of Landaril “By the gods you are in a sorry state, lets get you to the fireside for at least some water and meats.” Landaril had fully intended to barter anything he had for any help, yet in the face of a helpful stranger, did not have the strength to argue and so let himself be supported to a central fireside camp and settle into an exhausted slump while the man called for some food and drink.

After a good evenings careful gentle feeding and drinking, Landaril sank into a comfortable sleep born of exhaustion.

The following morning Landarils ears met the sounds of breaking camp and opened his eyes to find the bustle around him of the trading caravan making to move out. He felt better from food water and rest and so eased his aching muscles up and looked for the only person he would know that had helped him the previous night, his eyes alighted on the man preparing a tent for stowing in a wagon. Landaril carefully approached and made to smile at the man, offering an outstretched had in greeting, the man though busy clasped it and shook. “I’m Landaril, I needed to say thank you for yesterday and the help you gave, I can pay for what you gave me as I was devoid of food but have money, but money wasn’t feeding me out here” the man grinned and replied “My name is Haverat, I am in charge of the motion of this caravan and by all means you can make payment to the catering cart of our group if you wish but we also are light handed for this stretch of our journey so would be welcome for you to work off any payment if you would be agreeable”. Landaril caught his gaze, “Well I’m not sure how much help I would be yet for a couple of days until my strength regains fully, but it would be better to travel in such company in this difficult terrain.” Haverat grinned broadly, “Excellent, we will have you fed up and on light duties for two days and then you can pitch in with the rest proper. See the man over yonder with the red britches, his name is Daferain and he can assign you tasks. We all here are a close bunch to survive these wastes and so if you pitch in and respect well you will have a safe journey, all I would say is that any act unlawful will have you facing many sword-points and a difficult journey on your own.” Landaril returned the grin, “agreed and thank you. I hope I can repay your generosity well.” Landaril then spent the following three seasons as an attachment to the trading caravan, making many a friend and learning much from the experience. A first grasp at survival in the wastes turning into a fruitful life experience shaping much of his experience for that year.

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?:

Landaril had heard about the bandits in the locality. When approached by the town guard he was unsurprised to learn they were seeking his assistance. “I don’t go in for killing if at all I can help it” said Landaril “and so I really don’t think I could easily be a part of your offensive party. While I have skill with a bow, I am not really a fighter.” Sarion the town guard captain looked disappointed, “Hmm I would have liked your support in this, we need all the men we can get to take them out and make the town safe.” Landaril saw his disappointment and felt bad, he had enjoyed a good weeks shelter in this town and did not like the thought of it falling prey to bandits, either directly or for having trade affected. He looked again to Sarion and said “While I would not be happy joining you for the offence, I would stay behind and serve my bow to protect the town should any bandits break through your lines.” Sarions face lifted at this and he heartily agreed.

Landaril watched the party of warriors leave the town while he took careful perch atop a storehouse roof. His bow was strung and a selection of arrows laid in his quiver as well as a line propped in front of him, easy to hand. He stayed perched their for a good half hour before he noticed a figure approaching the town stealthily in the side of undergrowth. He couldn’t imagine a townsman returning thus and so considered it maybe a bandit. He knocked an arrow and part-drew his bow, keeping careful watch on the approaching figure. It seemed to be skirting to the side of the town looking to approach the back of buildings. Landaril took a decision and loosed the arrow towards the ground in front of the figure. The arrow struck the earth in clean sight startling the figure as Landaril spoke loudly “Halt and state your business, you do not appear familiar and the next arrow will not be aimed at the floor”. The figure fore for a few scant seconds before suddenly breaking for cover and running back the way it had came. Landaril felt relieved he would not have to do more but also felt a dread that this may be a scout running back for report planning to return with greater numbers. Perhaps he should have immobilised the man rather than warning, but it was too late now.

Landaril spent the next hour wondering if more bandits would appear, waiting every second for another sign, yet none came. Finally after an agonising wait, the townspeople returned with most of their number and a joyous song as it seemed the bandits had been bested and driven out. Landaril joined the street revellers and took in the thrill of peoples who’s homes and livelihoods had been saved by today’s actions of the townsfolk. This had been a good place to stay, and maybe he would now stay here a little longer than he had originally planned.

Anything else you would like to say?:

To be honest no not really. I think I have a lot already said in my app above but also in my introduction thread separately. I do hope that I can get my application through your vetting process as I am very much looking forward to hopefully being able to play in your server. I will add a thank you to anyone for your time in taking the effort to read through my app.

Thank you.

Alex/Landaril/Deverant

Thanks for the welcomes :)

Sarah has summed up a lot in her post there just above me :)

I am now starting to think about my character and my application. Just so you know, it will be my best but will NOT be as good as Sarahs :) she has a talent. Hoping it will be good enough though and if-not, then I will keep trying and taking advice :)

Alex

Edit: I just read this post and saw how many smileys were in it, oops sorry.

Edit 2: :)

Hehe well you did say "wilkomen" rather than "Hello Dave.." so that bits reassuring :) *grins*

Thanks for the welcome :) ..... *starts to get slightly scared as I notice your avatars similariity to Hal 9000....shrinks back nervously...*

Thanks :)

Alex

Hi there

Just a post to say hello. :)

Im Deverant ( Real name Alex, charactername not yet decided)

A few friends and people I know have mentioned they are looking at this minecraft server so I have looked too and really like the look of it and so plan to make an application and really looking forward to "hopefully" getting to play on this server.

Ahead of my application (which I want to spend time over) this is a bit of an intro for me:

A little about me:

Im 37, married to a great girl and have a wonderful son together.

I work in architecture, but its on a technical level so please dont think I am a great designer who can produce minecraft miracles, hehe, im not that at all, though I enjoy minecraft building.

Hobbies:

I have a lot of hobbies, I tend to concentrate on a few main ones and the others I hop between.

Hobbies include: computer gaming, roleplaying, tabletop gaming (warhammer and most games-workshop products, heroscape, heroclix and many others), archery, airgun and airsoft shooting, Dr Who fan, fishing, model-making and painting, rc-cars, bike riding, comic-books, reading (fantasy and sci-fi,, favourite authors being Terry Pratchett, David Eddings, Raymond E Feist, Robert Jordan, David Gemmell, Larry Niven, Frank Herbert and many more), and there are other hobbies too, but listing them all would take forever. I like hobbies.

Roleplaying:

I have roleplayed a little online, but mostly tabletop form. This including Shadowrun, MERP, Rolemaster, AD&D, Fighting-Fantasy (the team RP as well as the solo gamebooks), Timelord.

I also have other roleplay systems Ive read but not tried yet, such as the Dr Who Fasa roleplay, Gurps (including Discworld expansion), Vampire Masquerade, World-Of-Warcraft expansion for D&D.

Media:

I love famtasy and sci-fi TV as well as Dramas. So anything Dr Who, Star Trek, Babylon 5, Battlestar Galactica etc is a love.

I also love cartoons, mainly 80's and early 90's such as: Dungeons & Dragons, Ulysees31, Thundercats, He-Man, X-Men, Justice League, Batman Beyond, Battle Of The Planets, M.A.S.K, Transformers, Visionaries etc etc.

Music:

Tend to love allsorts, pop, classical, soundtracks, rock, dance, ambient, trance etc allsorts really.

Computer Games:

I have played many many, from my commodore Vic-20 to my Commodore C64 (loved it) then Amiga-600 and onto PCs.

Love World of warcraft, FPS such as Halflife 1 and 2, Portal, Diablo 1, 2 and 3, Star Trek Online, Arkham Asylum, Left4Dead, DCU Online, and many others... with of course Minecraft.

Minecraft:

Been playing minecraft now for over a year. I enjoy mining mindlessly (dont owrry I wont destroy the worldscape underground) and enjoy building structures a lot. I love the idea of integrating it into a RP culture.

Soooo, I think thats a good snapshot of me. I want to be able to read into the lore and background for a bit before feeling ok to make my application. So after reading the wiki for a day and a bit (when time and work allows) I now plan to lurk around the forums a little and work up into my application and keep my fingers crossed I can squeeze it hopefully through your good standards to play on your server.

Hopefully looking forward to good times.

:)

Deverant ( Alex )