JazzBoatman

Who would be interested in seeing or taking part in a hotel experience? So for example; a bunch of people sign up and then attend for a certain time period, with the staff/hosts helping to stimulate events and heavy roleplay with experiences ranging from a wedding to a murder mystery?

Keller would sigh. "Well, he's tenacious."

[!] Around the Cloud Temple notices are pinned upon many different notice boards and signposts. The papers degree of aging varied but all declaring the same message. The words would be written in somewhat haphazard but legible handwriting and a signature from 'Keller' would be scrawled at the bottom. THE TOWN OF PRESENORKE ======={+}======= Home to paupers and entrepreneurs alike, Presenorke is a cosy town upon the Orenian coast, a gem on the only recently tamed swathe of grasslands, a relative haven from the stifling streets of larger cities. Sitting upon a small hill, surrounded by a blanket of golden wheat, the houses huddle together, a captivating refuge for any who seek it. Offering homes for any and all reasonable folk, whether it be for discovering, studying, working or raising a family. As of now there is many homes within Presenorke to occupy along with plenty of open farmland around the town and space for stalls within. If required more houses shall be built as needed. Realising the value of even a single mina, taxes are small and vary only slightly depending on housing. http://jeremypaillotin.deviantart.com/art/Hillock-sketch-Process-video-578677486 Presenorke is also attached to a large port with room for many ships along with a small shipbuilding company, hireable by most. In reality Presenorke is a prime spot for trading and barter and with being only a few hours at most from Felsen is easily reachable for any. In order to reach what is hoped to be your new home take the cart marked 'Viscounty of Margrate' outside the Istrian capital of Redwood. For more information, contact one August Keller (JazzBoatman) by bird for more information.

Honestly I never knew him but seeing the amount of replies its obvious how big his impact was. Shame I didn't have an encounter. RIP Watyll

I will soon be able to host your shop with closeby connections to Erochland and Seahelm

Name: August Keller Race: Human Word: Whimsical

Whenever I got to log into Lord of the Craft I will log in only for my client to entirely lag out. It'll stay like this for atleast half a minute before dc-ing with the message "Internal exception: io.netty.handler.timeout.readTimeoutexception". Usually after this i'll have to try atleast two more times before acheiving success. Any ideas?

"Oh sh*te." Keller says, before going to look for his bunker.

Name: August Keller Town/Lands of Residence: Valkyria Specific Residence, if applicable: N/A Occupation: General Skills, if any: Miner and Stonemason -=OOC=- IGN: JazzBoatman Are you in the Skype group?: No

MC-Name: JazzBoatman RP-Name: August Keller Skype: (Pm if you desire) Profession: None. Have you teamspeak?: Yes. Time-zone: GMT Do you agree to our PK Agreement stated below?: Sounds good.

MC Name: JazzBoatman Gender: Male Character Name: Undecided Race: Human Hair Color: Black/Dark Brown Eye Color: Brown Hair: Long-ish/slightly unkempt Beard: Stubble Skin Color: Caucasian Extra: Looks a bit rough and unkempt but still respectable. Clothing: Kind of like Geralt's clothes seen here: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/c9/f2/bbc9f29dd64ffc3c466bb62620fbe84e.jpg But without the necklace, bracers/gloves and bloodstains. Thanks

Application Form Name – Authos Florent Age – 21 Race – Human Reason to join - Lacking a job and want to have the experience. Special Skills - Good with unconventional weapons and blunt objects. Not terrible with a bow either.

Application [color="#006400"]MC Name:[/color] pauly1956 [color="#006400"]RP Name:[/color] Vagaron Calta [color="#006400"]Short Biography:[/color] Vagaron was born in Kal'Alras from his mother who worked as a waitress in one of the lower class pubs of the city. Three years after Vagaron was born she travelled to Arethor and decided to permanently stay. She obtained a job as a Noble's maid for four years before the Noble died of a rare disease and she ended up on the streets with her seven year old son, Vagaron. Vagaron would often find waste of the higher classes as he grew up and alot of the things he kept consisted of books which he would learn as much as possible from and educate himself, allowing him to gain a good vocabulary and good amount of knowledge. When Shortly after Vagaron reached fourteen his mother died due to the unsightly conditions and being deprived of food. Vagaron continued living in the streets until sixteen when he was taken in by a author who also worked as a teacher in the academy of the reformed church. Vagaron stayed there until he reached twenty-three before leaving to seek his own life in the world. [color="#006400"]Character Ambitions:[/color] He does not own a dominant ambition but instead small goals to fulfill as he goes on through life, although his most important ambitions are probally to become an elite soldier of an army of the side he chooses or to become a brilliant architect. He also aspires to write a good book. [color="#006400"]Why are you joining?:[/color] I wish to join because as of now I have absolutely no money, no residence, no use, and no goal. [color="#006400"]What do you wish to achieve?[/color] I wish to acheive a good life, good servitude, safety of the people, to become either a Count, Baron or Capitane. [color="#006400"]What is your profession?[/color] I have the ability to construct, the ability to fight by mouth and weapon and the use of science to apply to a profession . [color="#006400"]Valois Service Oath:[/color]

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: pauly1956 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United Kingdom / GMT Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have spent a small amount of time on a minor role-playing server before and also have good experience in writing. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. And compliment you on them. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I found LotC during a search for a good role-playing server and I believe I have heard about you in a youtube video. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: No. Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/!: Yes. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: When you take on the character of another real or made-up person created by yourself. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: When you use out of game information in-character. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When you make an act in role-play which doesn't allow anyone to respond or react to it. For example: " He brought the small blade to the back of the merchant's head before quickly swiping it across the elderly salesman's neck. In-Character Details Character Name: Vagaron Calta Character Race: Human Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Vagaron was born in Kal'Alras from his mother who worked as a waitress in one of the lower class pubs of the city. Three years after Vagaron was born she travelled to Arethor and decided to permanently stay. She obtained a job as a Noble's maid for four years before the Noble died of a rare disease and she ended up on the streets with her seven year old son, Vagaron. Vagaron would often find waste of the higher classes as he grew up and alot of the things he kept consisted of books which he would learn as much as possible from and educate himself, allowing him to gain a good vocabulary and good amount of knowledge. When Shortly after Vagaron reached fourteen his mother died due to the unsightly conditions and being deprived of food. Vagaron continued living in the streets until sixteen when he was taken in by a author who also worked as a teacher in the academy of the reformed church. Vagaron stayed there until he reached twenty-three before leaving to seek his own life in the world. What are your characters ambitions?: He does not own a dominant ambition but instead small goals to fulfill as he goes on through life, although his most important ambitions are probally to become an elite soldier of an army of the side he chooses or to become a brilliant architect. He also aspires to write a good book. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character? Open-Response-Questions Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short. Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I simply watch him for a few minutes before slowly making my way over to the struggling salesman and look over his wears. "Can I help ye' sir?" He asks. I lower my hand and pick up a small statuette and turn it slowly in my hand, admiring its features. The dwarf speaks up again. "Oh, that will be twelve minas, sir." He said with and anxious smile on his face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my coin purse and withdrew a handful of the currency before placing it all on the table and walking away with the small statuette in my pocket. The dwarf called after me saying, "Sir! Ye' for your change!" but I simply walked on and round the corner and left the dwarf with all the extra mina. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I simply watch for a few minutes before walking over in a attempt to convene and stand between the two. "What 'tis this?" I say and the Orc simply shoves me backwards and speaks. "Nothing you concern." He says in a deep tone. I simply brush my self off before walking back towards the pair. "Well then might I ask why you be threatening this fellow?" I say before putting my hand on the dwarfs shoulder. "Leave or you meet same end as dwarf." The Orc threatens. "And that fate is?" I ask, a sly smile creeping across my face while I reach for the dagger inside my coat. "Hurt bad or dead." He says. "Really now?" I ask which the Orc responds to by swinging one of his fists at me and hitting me square in the cheek, causing me to fall to the ground. I slowly push myself back up before running at the Orc and ducking under the punch he throws at me. I bring the knife to bear and successfully slice his upper-right arm. The Orc roars in pain before swinging for another punch with his un-injured arm. I duck under the punch to be clipped on my left shoulder before standing back up and managing to bring the knife to the back of the Orc's neck. "Now then. How about ye' leave us alone and you may walk away with ye' life, or rather you die?" The Orc simply growls before saying. "I go." and I reply with "Good choice." and bring the small blade away from his neck. He then proceeds to walk away and I turn to the dwarf. "Ye' alright?" I ask. "I'll be fine, I'd have worse before." He replies. "Good." I say before turning back to my path. "I bid good graces to you my friend!" I shout as I turn a corner. "Thank ye' sir! he replies back. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I lower my hand to the old man and help him to his feet, allowing him to drape an arm across my neck and walk him over to a tree stump before allowing him to sit down on the once living tree. I then walk back onto the path and lower to my knees before scraping up the minas into one of my almost empty coin purses and stand back up before walking back to the old man and handing him the now full pouch of minas. "Wait there." I say, the old man calmly smiling at me. I walk over to one of the new trees, barely past the classification of a sapling and bear my sword before viciously swinging it at the bottom of the trees thin trunk, chopping it down in two strikes. I let it fall to the ground before slashing at the top of the trunk removing the leaves and branches before picking it up and walking back over to the old man with the severed tree trunk and handing it to him. "Shall this suffice for a replacement?" I ask. "This shall do fine, thank you." He replies. " Well I am glad I could help you." I said before bowing slightly. "May I ask you where you are going?" I say. "I am travelling to Arethor to stay with my daughter a while." He says. "Well then I bid you farewell, my friend." I say. "The same to you." He replies.