Filthy Peasant

Out-Of-Character Information What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: FilthyPeasant12 What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: FilthyPeasant1 Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes. Do you understand you cannot be on both of these accounts at once? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yessir. Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yup. How long have you been on LotC?: According to my profile page, since August 15th 2012. Mid-Early Asulon. How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?: One, counting my main. Two after this.

((It'll be removed, then. A few of us have encountered blood magic in the past, hence why it was there. Sorry for the mistake in writing.))

Name: Naffog Race: Uruk Residence: Kal'Ordholm Candidate: Duren Hammerfist

Name: NaffogAge: 132Race: UrukFor census reasons, religion and gender: No religion, male. The vote appears to be cast for Grumble.

((Nevermind on this. Changed my mind for now. Please delete this message.))

A small note is pinned onto the board, beside the poster. If opened, it would read; "Five hundred minas. Leave a reply beside this and I'll give you a location for a meeting spot, providing you don't receive a bid I can't beat."

A rather large fellow wearing a well-kept grey uniform strides past the Human, tossing a note to him. He would merely continue on his way afterward, wordlessly. ((I'll send ya the contents of the note.))

The old Orc lets out a ragged sigh, clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath, preparing himself to speak more clearly. After a few moments, he starts to speak with the occasional grunt and pained expression. "Zaid... Perhapz... Hrr... Mi kan be uf assistance tu... you?" he lets out a few quiet coughs after finishing, slight pain still in his eyes.

A rather tall figure in a well-kept grey uniform strides toward the young woman, his hands folded behind his back. As he comes closer, one could easily tell this is an Orc - and a fairly old one, as well. He stops in his tracks a few paces away, his boots digging into a patch of dried mud. He would then speak in a gravelly, deep voice. "Lat zeemz... Luzt, unzure. Per'apz mi kan be ub azziztunze?" he inquires in a dull tone.

A tall, hooded fellow in a rather well-kept grey uniform passes by the lass, tossing a sealed letter to her. If opened, the letter would read; "In the Princedom of the Fenn, there lay a home for the unwanted. The damned, the unholy. The runners. We take those without a home and without purpose and give them just that. We can offer housing, food, protection, family, purpose. Should you find yourself interested, head to Eastwatch, or send a bird to one of us." ((Go ahead and pop me a message if you're interested.))

Name: Naffog Race: Orc Vote: Andwise

As the title suggests, I've something of a problem. Despite being an implemented member for a few years now, I've just recently become a WS. I would assume that re-implementing me would fix this. Here's a link to my old application. Thanks. https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CB8QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lordofthecraft.net%2Ftopic%2F68730-whisperedshadows-orc-app%2F&ei=ByrGU-qZC8nxiQKf84DYBg&usg=AFQjCNFHLyT0nkZq9tNJ9LrEPuN00wpv_Q&sig2=SwiIYjGpcLc0ssLi75pXMw

*As Naffog reads through the ruined book, a slight frown forms on his face. He removes his hood, mutters a prayer, and leaves an apple atop the book before departing from the shack.*

Same problems here, as well. Tried every IP I could think of.

OOC: MC Name : Whisperedshadows Time Zone : PST RP: Name : Naffog Hennington Race, Subrace (If applicable) : Orc Age : Ninety-Seven Proficient Weapon : Longsword or a greatsword Previous military experience : Served as a bodyguard under the Baron of Crestfall in Asulon, served under the Dwarves for quite a few years, led a guild under the Dwarves.

~~OOC Information~~ Minecraft Name: Whisperedshadows Skype (optional): Nope Time zone: PST Have you ever been banned? If so, why? Never been banned. ~~Roleplay~~ Name: Naffog Hennington Age: Ninety-seven Race: Orc Gender: Male Profession: Fisherman Choose a class -Regalty: -Archonship: -Citizenship:

((I'm guessing that this applies to those living in the holds as well?))

*As Naffog walks through the Dwarven city of Kal'Azgoth, his eyes call upon the note. As he reads over it, a slight smile forms under his mask. Naffog then sends a reply on a yellowed scrap of paper, the ink he uses seems to resemble blood, in it's color* "Aye, I believe that I could use someone of your talents. I run a small guild in the Dwarven hold of Kastoria. I can provide food, items, housing, and good pay. 'Tis likely that you would need to take an oath to join, binding you to the Dwarven nation. I shall await your reply." Signed, Naffog Hennington, Master of the Crimson Edict ((I will, sadly, be offline for the next few days, but if you're interested, send me a PM.))

*As Naffog walks down the road to Malinor, he takes notice of the poster. As he reads over it, he chuckles lightly, and withdraws a yellowed scrap of paper from his satchel, along with a quill and a vial of dark red ink, nearly the color of blood. He sends a reply to Amras* "You're the second person I've replied to this Elven day, lad. And, aye, I think I have a use for you. You'd be recording history, events, that sort of thing... I can provide good pay, food, housing, and items. I run a small guild in the Dwarven hold of Kastoria. 'Tis likely that to work for us, you'd be required to take an oath, binding you to the Dwarven nation. I shall await your reply." Signed, Naffog Hennington, Master of the Crimson Edict ((Be warned, I will be offline for the next four or five days. Send me a PM if you're interested or have any questions.))

*Whilst walking toward Kastoria's gate, Naffog takes notice of the fine parchment, he grins under his mask as he looks over it, admiring the handwriting. He then reaches into his satchel, withdrawing a yellowed piece of paper, a quill, and a bottle of dark red ink. Naffog then sends a reply off to the Goldhand clan hall* "I may have use of a man of your talents, though not for copying books, but for recording events and such. I run a small guild, in Kastoria hold. I can provide housing, food, good pay, and items. 'Tis likely that you would need to take an oath, binding you to the Dwarven nation. I shall await your reply." Signed, Naffog Hennington, Master of the Crimson Edict ((I will be offline for about four to five days, but send me a PM, if you're interested, or have questions.))

*Naffog grunts, staring at the wolf for a moment turning and quickly making a list of the members of the Crimson Edict, the auxiliary force of Kastoria* Naffog Hennington Drew Hennington Eclipse Hennington Edric Altraza Sebastian Lenblade Riker Crosswall Kazotar Brunhyldir ((Took the oath, haven't seen him in a while.)) Sam Lorithan *Naffog nods upon finishing the list, turning and setting the list down infront of the wolf*

(( Does this go for members of the Auxiliary forces as well? ))

*As "The Wolf" is walking along the Anthos Highway, one of the fliers catch his attention, he grunts after reading over it and posts a reply* "Dwarf, eh? Aye, I believe the Edict could use you. Food, shelter, items, good pay, and protection will be provided. Contact me, if you wish to know more." Signed, "The Wolf"

*As "The Wolf" finishes reading over the pamphlet, he lets out a booming laugh. He then lifts his iron mask slightly, spitting on the pamphlet, leaving a black mark. He slowly walks off, muttering* "Brothels... Pah! Sodding pathetic..."

*As "The Wolf" reads over the flyer, he chuckles lightly, muffled slightly by his iron mask, he quickly sends a reply in dark red ink, nearly the color of blood* "I do believe The Edict could use more farmers and cooks, after all, I can't be expected to cook all the bloody meals. I can't offer much coin, about twenty-five minas a week. But what I can offer is a fine home, tax-free, food, items, and of course, protection. We look after our own, and we'd be honored to have you." Signed, Current Master of the Crimson Edict, "The Wolf"