Dromui

Great roleplayer and a mature dude. If anyone random can do it, he sure as hell could. +1

Name: Azel Uhierir'taliiyhn Are you a citizen?: Yes Are you moving in with friends or family?: No If yes, what are their names ((Username))?

MC Name: --- Drone414 Your Full Name: --- Azel Uhierir'taliiyhn Your Age: --- 421 Your Gender: --- Male Are you already a citizen? --- No What skills do you have? Would you be willing to join the guard? --- Indeed. Long time swordsman and archer. Are you moving in alone or with family/friends? --- Alone Are you of full Mali'ker blood? --- Yes Have you previously been wanted by Haelun'or? --- No Do you agree to abide by the laws of Haelun'or and the Concordat? --- Yes

Who am I? What have I done? Skale awakens from his sleep with a silent scream, eyes wide as he stares upon the plain, stone wall before his bed. The startled red head slowly regains his composure, taking deep breaths to retain whatever calm still remains within his trembling and twitching body. As he thinks upon the events that had transpired only two elvish days ago, he cannot help but reconsider his life choice. But deep down inside, the mage knows his lust for power, his hatred for peace, and his love for the darkness will never allow him to turn away. I am one with the dark, I am one with insanity. Hours pass before he falls back into a state of sleep, dark dreams racing through his mind, the whispers of insanity nipping madly at his brain. Dhaun'che, you have given your life to protect your family. His subconscious speaks these words, refusing to allow this matter to die. I turned my back on you. I lied to you. I lied to the others. I've spent many hours gaining the trust of dozens of clerics, druids, and mages simply to turn around and stab them in their frail backs. I let you die for my power, I let you fall for my ascension. As much as I loved you my niece, you were but a pawn. Your children will be taught, they will be warped, and you will thank me from the realms beyond. Skale awakens from yet another nightmare filled night, sweat running down his hollow and face, eyes bruised and sunk deep into his pale face. "It is time." After many hours of travel, stopping to speak to the Itharel Hosper and the Archdruid Gi, once again regaining their trust, he stops before a dark swamp, dread sending shivers through his spine, goosebumps popping up all across his flesh. With a single deep breath, Skale steps deep into the swamp, his robes sweeping out around him, a dark wind moving across his form, sending the robe billowing in a frightful manner, blending in with the environment. After his trek through the dark swamp, the dark mage comes across the meditating form of Siggourdnbad. He raises his hand, palm open and facing the prone form. Upon such an action, the kneeling mage stands, turning back to Skale, his cherry red eyes meeting those of the albino. "You have come..." Siggourdnbad muses, a smile pulling at his lips. "You think you are able to defeat me, Kibolroch? You are put a child in the force of phobism, compared to my own mastery." He raises his own hand, water beginning to snake about his sleeve. A toothy smile, even more pale than the flesh of it's holder, can be seen from the dark shadows of the red-headed mage's hood. The darkness from within seems to dissipate, revealing the face of Skale. "You seem to forget Sigg, I may not be a master of phobism, but my magic is much stronger than your own." From his raised arm, a ball of flame burns into existence, taking on an eerie red color, as if the fire itself were sick. The two mage's meet one another's gaze for a final time, Siggourdnbad shaking his head. The ball of flame flies forth, meeting between the two with the snaking water, sizzling embers and steam bursting from the collision. Skale begins to work furiously, stepping to his right, Siggourdnbad mirroring his movements, the two working a circle about one another as they focus. A dark chant bubbles forth from the lips of the elder cultist, bringing dread to any nearby. “Nozlot-khow! Radarm nuzk’sek zedr-ka!” A shard of midnight black forms, appearing from nowhere, as if ripped from space itself. Directly in front of him, another fireball forms, this one the size of a cantaloupe . Siggourdnbad fires first, thinking himself the superior, leading the shard to slam into Skale's form. But instead, the red-head simply stops moving and steps back, seeming to throw his fireball across the clearing, slamming it directly into the chest of Siggourdnbad. The fireball explodes upon impact, setting his robes aflame, melting them into his skin. The cries of pain and fear erupt from Siggourdnbad, the horseman falling to his knees, attempting to crawl towards the swamp-water. Only inches away, Skale slams his booted foot upon his hand, snapping fingers like twigs. "Upon this day, Siggourdnbad dies but is reborn. A new horseman rides upon this dark night." Skale watches the fire burn the body, charring and mutilating the flesh beneath. The light leaves the elder's eyes, his face slumping forward into the dirt. Skale, now Siggourdnbad turns away, arms crossed, robe once more billowing outwards from the wind. "With Kknotos fall, I've finally been able to remove the disease that is this fool, Lord Ikuras..." He looks up into the night sky, ears twitching. "Pestilence rises, reborn, soon Death and War shall follow suit..." The dark, dreaded laughter of Ikuras echoes across the swamp...

MC Name (Alts too): Drone414 Skype (PM me if preferred): nikoli.araya.bargas Have you been banned before?: Yes, but I don't see why that matters. How long have you been on the server?: Two years and a month. Will you be active (Helping out is a must) as a Scion?: On everyday <3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (IC) Name? ((Name of character joining)): Skale Race?: High Elf Age: 221 By joining, you agree not to involve yourself in any racial war, unless approval has been given by the Head Scion, do you acknowledge this?: Sure, not one for war anyways. What profession have you committed yourself to?: I'm a mage. Are you a fighter? (Its okay not to be!): No. Are you wanted in any Nation at this current moment?: Well, considering Oren has a law against having red hair, I would say yes. Though, I'm a good friend of many Oreners which keep from truly being wanted. If yes, please clarify why (Or ask for a private talk): Red hair, not the norm.

During the events of the battles within the Maze, Skale, a mage with no true alignment, worked against his masters wishes. As he came upon a pit, two Orcs and a young cleric by the name of Cheza, he was angered greatly. Those who look upon him would only see fury as fire balls and knives were launched down into the pit, slaughtering one of the Orcs and damaging the other before his body was slammed upon by another Orc, shattering bones. After the creatures brutal body slam, Skale laid upon the stone, bleeding out, bones jutting from his flesh. "I am a fool..." He muttered to himself. It was followed by a weak shake of his pale and bruised head before his eventual death. (( Fun Event ))

Skale looks down at this three stacks of carrots that will last him for five thousand days apparently. "I will be fine."

Skale stares silently upon the walls, staring down at the corpse, brow raised. "It seems as if the school has yet another enemy, after all." He sighs, turning away from the scene and striding off into the school.

Minecraft Name - Drone414 Character Name - Skale Are you an accepted student or teacher of Räine Academy? - Yes, accepted teacher; member of the discipline committee. Are you an active student or teacher in Räine Academy? - Yes, on each and everyday. Please provide a link to a picture or download of your skin. - http://imgur.com/xwjCkdx If you are a teacher please state what subject you teach. - Pyromancy, telekinesis, and sensory illusion. If you are a mage please provide the color of your aura. - Gray Minecraft Name - Drone414 Character Name - Azel Bloodseeker Are you an accepted student or teacher of Räine Academy? - Yes, teacher and Council Member. Are you an active student or teacher in Räine Academy? - Yes, on each and everyday. Please provide a link to a picture or download of your skin. - http://imgur.com/Yqq9xSj If you are a teacher please state what subject you teach. - Hunting, basic survival, sword fighting (beginner and advanced), archery, martial arts. If you are a mage please provide the color of your aura. - Warrior; no mage.

All is peaceful within and around the Cloud Temple. Butterflies flutter through the air, the sound of the birds singing fills the peaceful morning. Even Raine Academy, after the chilling events of several days earlier, is at peace. Students and teachers alike go about their normal morning routines. Upon leaving the Academy, one would feel a sense of dread, dark thoughts crossing through their mind. After several hours of this unexplained phenomena, shrieks of fear and shouts of anger can be heard from across the road of Raine Academy. To those who would wonder by, a dreadful sight is apparent, a crowd before a single, spruce tree. (( Warning, this spoiler contains a rather gross, gorey, and dark description. If you are unable to handle this form of roleplay and writing, do not click the spoiler, thank you. ))

Azel studies the body momentarily, frowning. He watches Kraal leave the grounds and looks to the others within the courtyard. "Everyone, remember what you have seen here, but do not worry. This symbol brings darkness wherever it goes, and we shall be the light to stand against it. But until that time, we shall remain at peace within our walls, learning and growing. Back to your studies and lessons." Azel orders, dropping a torch to the body, lighting it aflame. Skale watches the body burn in silence, arms crossed, pale eyes locked on the corpse.

The hooded Mage stares silently at Ouity, pale eyes studying the meditating Druid as if studying an experiment in process. He crosses his arms, his shoulders raising in a quick, weak shrug.

Two days later Woot

Part of me is upset, the other part of me is thanking you for at least telling us.

(( Good to see you two are still around. :) ))

Azel looks over the young woman's shoulder. "Let me train him if he comes. Also, we are not in need of an Oren History class, we should simply teach history that has affected all peoples of this plane. A history class on Oren, though beneficial to some I'm sure, is not necessary." He ruffles the young girls hair before striding off.

I would if I didn't have four characters for my three slots.

Umm.... What? You were one of the only GM's who actually spoke to me when problems between players or other staff members and myself arose. Thank you Sky, you did a damn good job, one of the best. A few other GM's should probably follow his example and realize they aren't fit for their position.

MC Name: Drone414 Skype Name: nikoli.araya.bargas - Latz a Gobo?: Yub Wud' be Latz nayme?: Zulgeb'Magra Ju' willin' ta' dye latz skyn, yub?: Yub Ju' nub a shorteh Gobo, yub?: Nub

Name: Skale Race: High Elf Skin: Added! Pose: Something like your first pose for Eren. I'd like if Skale's chin and head would be tilted upwards slightly, as if he's looking down on the viewer. In both hands, a sickly red color of aura would be nice. As for the background, a home or some tress on fire would be preferred. I'll get you the skin soon, thanks mate.

To be honest, I'm not sure how I feel about this plugin. In a way, it does create some more Rp, as with the various stations about, you can roleplay working at them... But to me, when I use the plugin, I don't feel like I'm roleplaying. I feel like I'm just grinding for the amterials, staring at the work benches to get the items, pplacing, and repeating. And damn... Those wait times are horrible. If the wait times for really great items are left, and the stuff for basic stuff is removed, I wouldn't mind so much. I just feel as if the staff isn't really working towards enhancing the roleplay, but instead working towards making mechanical standard work. And as we all know, mechanical standard is trash.