Aptrotta

I like the Fast Travel system. I missed having boats and carts. Back in Gallmore fast travel was the only way to get to the island and we had to ships which actually left. One left from Gemglade in Oren and the other left from Vearhaven in dwarven lands. I think when people were rping on the docks of Gallmore we had someone come by with a book, write your name on the page and if you visited more than three times without being a resident we charged some sort of mina. I don't remember who I had in charge of doing this, but it could help rp having someone there. Idk.

Given Name: Oz Rolph True Name (MC Name): Aptrotta (Skype Name): trotta1234 Race? Human Doth ye aspire the path of The Knight, The Mechanist or The Magician? The Magician. Doth ye solemnly swear to protect your Crimson Heart brethren? As many have said before me, I do.

Created the Island of Gallmore.

Oz Rolph wanders into the church, eyes wet with tears. He looks back at the doors as he nears the confessional, right arm holding onto his left. He gnaws on his lower lip in thought, in fear. Taking a deep breath he steps into the confessional and takes a seat. He glances over at the woman behind the partition only moving his eyes before dropping his gaze towards the floor. His fingers wrestle with each other atop his lap as he sits quietly preparing to speak. "I've been having... Having strange feelings" he whispers quietly, voice filled with anguish. Pausing for a moment his heart begins to beat faster, his bottom lip trembling. "For men" he whispers. A single tear rolls down from his left eye. "I don't know why... I wasn't always this way! I don't think I was! I mean... I don't know! I don't know what to do or what to say or what to think... I'm so afraid... So very afraid!" he speaks quickly, voice shaking.

Hydrose Goldhand wanders around the new dwarven capital aimlessly. His once long, crimson, three pronged beard is riddled with silver hair. His blue stained leather clothes fading in certain areas. His signature golden gloves seem to be new. He coughs into his right hand, scratching his beard with the left as he continues to wander around the hall in search of a clan member

Becoming Lord High Treasurer of Oren. Creating the nation of Gallmore.

APPLICATION: (Minecraft Username: ) Aptrotta Name: Aolis Ereuvyn Age: 85 Gender: Male Will any others reside with you?: No. If not, would you opt in for a shared home?: Why not? How can you declare yourself mali'thill?: My parents were of decent Are there any other details that you wish to relay? (Occupation, Past Allegiances, Past Homes, etc): None. New to the lands

Many yellowish papers are pinned up on trees, tavern walls, barrels, and sometimes even just tacked to the back of someones coat. The handwriting upon the papers is messy, written poorly. Each message differs a bit, but each has the same general idea. "Oz Rolph.... Age 17.... Seeking work wherever it can be found. Looking for a job that will provide me with a place to sleep and store my things, plus a small amount of income... Please send your bird to Petrus. I will find said bird hopefully." Thats all the message says. Nothing else. ((Send me a PM on the forums or leave a message here please and thank you. :) ))

Hello community! I am in dire need of your help. Im haven't skinned since before my long departure from the server and I am trying to start playing again! I need someones help with supplying me a skin, at least this once! I am determined to play a human char with an extremely basic personality and background so that he has a chance to grow through roleplay (seeing as most of my characters I have always started with really far out personalities and stuffy stuff. Why not try letting RP grow my char? Am I right ladies(gents)?) So for a basic look of my new human character I would like for him to have very pale skin. Very fair. I would like for him to have big blue eyes that match well with his dirty blonde hair (Brownish/blondish). I hope to have him wearing some sort of simple clothing. Something you would expect on someone who grew up in poverty. Maybe an old pair of brown boots.... Maybe a white linen shirt and a pair of pants. I don't know. I want him to be basic. Please please please help me y'all. Love you. Kisses. Mwa!

Bro. Moving up in the world, bro.

Oh yes. I am writing in that dreadful Comic Sans font everyone seems to love and to hate! Anywaysss.... Hi guys! I am Aptrotta! You may remember me from long ago when I played characters like Hydrose Goldhand, Bartley Appleton, and my favorite Harrison Geminine. Hydrose Goldhand was a wacky engineer for VonSchlitchen Co. Bartley Appleton was your loveable, yet dull hobbit. Harrison Geminine was your vicious power hungry noble who ended up becoming Lord High Treasurer of Oren, created the Island of Gallmore, lost the island of Gallmore and then died. Woohpie! After I killed off Harrison I took a long break from the server with hopes to eventually return. I have tried and failed due to the lack of coming up with a character I actually loved to play, but I think I have come up with one that I will stick with for a while. SOOOO! Its nice to see you all again!

Harrison Geminine wanders around in the empty abyss of his death, the blackness surrounding his body. A light appears in front of him, a singular column of gleaming white light, shining down upon a lone grave marker. His eyes wander over the smooth marble. "Even the great must fall..." he says quietly to himself before continuing on his way, his eternal hell of emptiness.

Aldrea Lunrivre, his hair matted down and his robes torn, looks to the poster. A smile spreads across his lips. "My brethren still live..." he mumbles to himself before wandering off, a trail of spiders following him.

Bartley, much older now, sits on a tree stump with a squid atop his head. "I dun' really care at all." he mumbles to himself

Hydrose Goldhand, now much older, nods his head in response to the mans words. Streaks of grey hair run through his once vibrant red beard. His usual blue leather suit exchanged for a short black robe. He clears his throat, head turning down towards his little mechanical squirrel. " A return to the empire of Old... The dwarves becoming strong yet again... He has my vote " states the dwarf. The mechanical creature just whizzes and pops in reply. Smiling to himself, Hydrose turns and hobbles away towards his hidden workshop.

((What is the gender of RHosyn Briarwood?))

11/10 So bootyfull

Aldrea Lunrivre takes a parchment from one of the walls before returning to his cavern in the mountains outside of the city. Spiders crawl out from their nooks and crannies following the Ker. A few larger spiders descend from the cavern's ceiling suspended by their thin spider silk as he reads. "Hmm..." he hums to himself rereading the parchment over a few times. "I don't get it"