Dromui

Are we talking, no common sense, unable to roleplay retarded? Or are we talking about, break into tears over the smallest **** and pick a fight with anyone who thinks differently than them retarded? And hello Ford, I've missed you. How've you been?

I missed you too, big guy. I'm glad to see you've been making your way on the server. I remember when I first met you, felt like you had a long way to go. And in the time I've been gone, it seems to me you've come a long way. Made it on a staff team, LOTS of posts. Plus you're a part of the A1 roleplay, Uruks. Good kush.

Hello Lord of the Craft! It's been a couple years since I was active here and honestly, I've been missing roleplaying as much as I used to. Dungeons and Dragons has been a fun way of filling that gap, but I find myself sitting around and doing nothing a lot nowadays, so I was thinking about maybe hopping back into the swing of things here. This is a semi-introduction thread, cause I was once an active member here, for about three years, but considering the long leave of absence I feel like this is a good way to get out there that I will be returning soon. For those of you who have missed me or may be excited I'm back, this is kinda here for you all. I'm excited to see quite a few people here again and I'm hoping this'll be a good way to make those people aware I'm around again. If not, oh well, some people who don't really know me perhaps will take this opportunity to say hello so I can introduce myself! I'm Drone414, my two longest standing characters here are Azel'Braduk and Skale, both of which have been played since 2012. I had a few other characters, particularly a Dark Shaman who went by the name of Errant or Ith, depending on where he was! Being a bad guy and all, he wasn't exactly able to wander the free world openly. Anyway, if you guys have any questions or wanna introduce yourselves, that be cool. If not, the message I'm trying to get out has got out! Have a nice day/evening everyone.

Me I guess.

Vaulkhar stares at the ballot. "Anyone other than the filth that is Riondil." Kelthran Ilwindor (x) (x) Riondil Seni

Azel parties hard.

Name: Vaulkhar Tinurviel Race: Mali'aheral Age: 219 Purpose of Application: Seeking to settle within the new city upon it's creation. Contribution to the Settlement: I shall be leading the Tinurviel Sillumir chapter within the city, which will be acting as a guard force to the inhabitants. Mali'aheral and not alike.

Name: Vaulkhar Tinuvriel Age: Two hundred and nineteen. Experience/Degree: During my family's time away from Haelun'or, we spent time in the icy north of both Athera and Vailor. As such, each day was a fight for survival. Through such times, I have come to be an excellent hunter, my knowledge with a longbow is great. My knowledge of a broadsword or long sword is also great. Occupations and Labour Skills: Due to my absence, survival was of the utmost importance. No other skills were necessary, but I intend to take up stone masonry. How do you lay claim to the fact you are pure mali'aheral?: Direct relation to Zaniil Tinuvriel, and the Tinuvriel Bloodline, both of which are pure. How long has one resided with his/her people?: An Elvish day as of now. Will you place the wellbeing of Silver and the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya before any individual desires of your own?: Indeed. ((OOC)) Username: Vaulkhar Timezone: EST Skype (can be sent privately if requested): You've got it, Blocky. Do you have teamspeak ?: Yes.

Only a few short years ago, many would likely remember the sudden appearance of a few carts. These carts were beautifully crafted, carved from dark oak, and fitted with simple wheels. The steeds that had pulled these carts were powerful, bred for long distances and carrying heavy loads. These carts and their inhabitants, Mali'aheral of obvious origin, had disappeared nearly as quickly as they appeared. But with the burning of the ashen sky, and disappearance of the plague, these carts have once more returned, pulled by the same powerful steeds. They rumbled softly down the bridge leading to the gates of the Citadel, the great capitol of Haelun'or. Seen long before they are heard, the four carts and their passengers pull up before the gates, before turning in a simply progression. Eventually they come to a stop in the form of a semi-circle before the gates. Standing at the cart nearest to the gate, a Mali'aheral with long silver hair, and simple traveling gear steps down. To any who would recognize a certain Tinuvriel within the city, this Mali'aheral, and those others within the procession would share a resemblance to him. The simply-garbed Mali'aheral approaches the gates. At his side hangs a broadsword within a sheath. Draped across his back is a longbow of beautiful-make, carved from dark oak, similar to the carts and wagons. The many horses who had pulled the carts and wagons remain still, peering about from time to time, studying the environment before them. The other Mali'aheral, a total of nine in all, including the silver-haired Mali who currently approaches the gates, all group together, standing between the many wagons. As the silver-haired Mali'aheral approaches the gates, he comes to a stop twenty paces before them. Bringing his hands together behind his back, he stands before the gates, his gray-gaze scanning across the walls and behind the gates, making eye contact with any who would present themselves before him. Hanging above the lead wagon, the same symbol from the past can be seen, a black banner flying proudly.

Nothing. Every map has it's faults. That map was just the map people gotta bend Malinor over and make it their ***** the entire map. The best map in my opinion was Elysium. At that time, there were **** tons of active players, but not too many to the point where on a small map, we were breathing down each other's necks all the time. I don't really know. The Anthos map itself was pretty.

What the **** is actually happening

I'll ******* behead a zombie child if I have to, or a kid carrying it. No fucks given. I also really like cinematic trailers.

I think we need a healthy mix of both. I would suggest doing what aerial, shittiest ET, has said. Maybe a group of players interested in doing large scale banditry, and even raids on smaller communities, can get together with an ET and become the thorn in the side of a small region looking for roleplay. It would be interesting, as long as the bandit group aren't pixel hungry assholes. As for the high fantasy... we need it. We need big badass monsters to kill. We need monster hunts. We need powerful mages. We need hordes of monsters to slay. The High fantasy aspect is what draws a lot of players. If we can mix that, and mundane events, we'll get a healthy setting that keeps everyone happy.

Skraven = Skaven

Acceptable 7/10

The spokesperson of the group nods at his words, once more releasing a feint chuckle. "I suppose you can say we are different, though not entirely from our kin. We simply have arrived from lands far off, once more hoping to join our kin. But after many weeks of travel, I fear we are simply resting. While we rest, we too await family, a member of our clan. He will guide us to our people's home. But until his arrival, we'll be here." He pauses, looking over the human with a perked brow. "Who are you, llir?"

As Lelien goes by, she would note the Mali'aheral upon the cart would simply watch her passing. The beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his lips at her words, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. He stands as she goes on, turning towards the small group forming between the five wagons. He meanders over towards the group of ten, joining in their conversation. After sometime, laughter would ensue. Their posture is regal, attitudes the same, the party seems almost alien in nature, though they begin to emit a more friendly aura. As the young wood elf would approach the horses, they remain unwavering. The eye of the nearest creature would turn upon her, studying her with it's beast-like intelligence. Deciding she was no harm, it returned to it's silent vigil, awaiting orders or actions from it's masters. At the arrival of the Blue Uruk, the raven-haired High Elf turns to face him, brow perked. A frown immediately forms as he begins to insult the group. Though it was not from sadness. It was mirror the visage of a disappointed father, unable to grasp why their child would do something as foolish and wrong as that. As the Uruk walks off, the High Elf returns his attention to the group. They begin to speak once more, now of the interruption of Lakquan. When Kareem Ibn-Yrdam arrives, the black-haired Mali turns towards him. At his greeting, the Mali'aheral nods his head. "Greetings, human." He turns his form to face the Kareem fully. The Mali'aheral stands at an imposing 6'1. He appears to be garbed in simple traveling gear. A grey tunic covers his torso, while a white, long-sleeved shirt covers his arms. Bringing his black boots together, he now fully faces him. "What can I do for you this evening?" While this occurs, other members of the party turn away from the conversation, noting the Doomforged. Some nod at him, others simply watch him with a curious gaze.

As per usual, activity withing the Docks of the Cloud Temple was high upon this day. Dozens of people gathered, some trading wares, others simply seeking conversation and entertainment where many would know to find it. Though upon this day, something was different. The tell tale sound of wood creaking, and the hooves of animals beating against the roads were there as per usual, wagons moving throughout the lands of Vailor. Ships traversed the seas, foam arching upward as the ships came to a stop within the lands. Though something was amiss for sometime, it could not be placed immediately. An odd feeling overcame those who wound up at the docks this day. It was not a feeling of malice or evil, nothing inherently dark. But instead, it was a feeling of confusion. As if something was added to the scene of the docks, without anyone noticing. Funnily enough, there surely was. A wagon crafted from dark oak, pulled by powerful horses rolled into the docks early this day, before the bustling commenced. It found a place in between the carts leading to the Caliphate, and Aeroch Nor. Those who approached this cart, attempting passage to wherever it lead, realized there was no passage to be had. A stern looking high elf, with pale white skin, and long, raven-black hair, simply stared down at those who approached, sharing few to no words with those who attempted to speak. As the day went on, more wagons would appear, all of the same make, all driven by similar Mali'aheral, pale skin, with dark black, or snow white hair. At the end of the day, when night finally fell upon the Cloud Temple lands, five wagons had been gathered together, and a total of ten Mali'aheral stood together, discussing matters in hushed tones. Above the lead wagon, a banner flaps weakly with the wind. Those who'd attempt to approach the group find them much less hostile. Though they would not be considered friendly, they would not be hostile either.