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I dont know why, but something tells me nep is a little airheaded.

Art grumbles.

"Hazzah, another group named 'shields', this will do wonders for confusion."

Art snarls.

"Next person to apply for mageshadow without reading our fecking poster, I will hunt down, I will find, and I will kill. Slowly. Read. The. Poster."

((Pah. When Art dies it'll be 300 style. Charging into an army of armed roses screaming off the top of his lungs.))

Art paces around restlessly. He'd fought in wars. He'd charged into the gates of a city, cutting down motley defenders as they stared at him, wide-eyed in fear. He was no saint.

But he could kill a million men and not understand the vicious pattern he'd trapped himself in, the same pattern that had managed to break apart one family, a royal family.

The Mali'ker, the one woman who rose to a position no one could ever imagine she'd have risen to, was no saint either, she was, by no means angelic. But in the end the only crime that had mattered to her killers wasn't what she'd done, but who she was.

Art abruptly stopped his pacing. He had seen a young girl, an arrow embedded in her spine. And only a little while later, her mother hanging by a noose. And yet, people were too absorbed in the way of things to do anything about it.

"Retaliate and we have bloodshed, do nothing and we have bloodshed." He gives a dejected sigh, walking off.

((Fun RP! I definately didn't expect a forum post coming out of this. :P))

((AS I HAVE BEEN FREQUENTLY ASKED, NO, ART IS NOT PERMA-DEATHED. BUT HE WILL BE ON HIATUS FOR A FEW DAYS. THAT IS ALL.))

MC Name: LeoWarrior14


Full RP Name: Artimec

Race:  Wood Elf.


Occupation: High Mageshield/Marksman Hunter


Skype/Teamspeak (other means of communication): leowarrior14 (skype)


Clan/Guild (Optional): The Arcane Delvers


How do you know Ferron? (Optional): I don't. I know Rosso, and alot of other Citizens.


What do you wish to achieve in Vaerhaven? (Optional): Achieve having a place to settle down.

With all these new creatures we need to make the LOTC equivalent of Witchers.

Art smiles, getting ready to attend.

"Thank you again Resia." He says, smiling to himself as he dusts off his new coat.

((Look to your left.))

I personally, primarily play as a wood elf.

I honestly am leaning towards Cappy on this one. Wood Elves wouldn't necessarily always be shorter than humans, But they shouldn't be upwards of 7ft or higher. And if they were, it would most likely be explained by saying they have some Mali'aheral blood. Art is around 5'9, which is a fairly decent height.

As for general physical appearance, in RP, I can usually tell a wood elf by his non-blonde hair. The brown skin isn't really done much anyways, so while the Mali'ame may have a slightly darker complexion, It wouldn't be so tanned. The hair, from what I've noticed in wood elves ranges from reddish to various shades of brown.

Like I said, most of this is my general impression of wood elves from what I've seen.

A Bird returns to Roq and Quillwind.

"Welcome to the Delvers. Find yourselves uniforms in the armory."

http://imgur.com/a/vRLBb#KVLZquM

((link to the uniform, if you could edit that on your skin please.))

((Choose heavy or light.))

-snip-

Art exhales, a long breath from years of collective stress. He straightens his coat, walking off to find some peace and quiet...

Artimec blinks, then frowns.

"Looks like the thugs'll be getting klomped before WE get the chance to deal out some retribution...pity."

((Yeah, This IS a little meta, seeing as Talis was not at the treaty meeting, is now dead, and to my knowledge was never told of the terms.))

((Art wonders if the man holding the candle near those books is being very smart...))

*A note is posted under the first.*

"This mageshield does not speak for our whole guild. That said, we are not backing off, and you won't always have the Uruks to save your hides."

((If you're going to make demeaning comments, do it in RP.))

I was accepted to the Guild by Art as a MageShield.

Rothgar Lenblade/iTzShambo

Application:

Make a post upon the notice board or by bird to our HQ with the following information

Given name(RP name):

(Skype name if you have one):

True name(MC name):

Race:

Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?):

What form of magic ye use?:

Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?:

Mageshield,Delver or Apprentice(if other detail)?:

For Mageshields only:

Do ye swear solemnly to put your life upon the line to perserve that of your arcane brethren?

What combat skills have ye?

((Please fill this out, it's the official app for the Mageshields =P))

*A note is found lying under growing pile of replies.

I've been a friend and protector of the Mindlord for nearly an elven year, and not once have I seen him manipulate his powers for personal gain or political influence. Watch what accusations you make. The high council is not fit to rule, if they were, this war would not have been declared in the first place. Do not expect this to be the end of the Delver's advance, or that of our allies.

Send us a bird when you wish to discuss terms of peace.

*The note is not signed.

Art takes in a deep breath, and shuts his eyes tight. He stands smack dab in the middle of the Delver hall, motionless, eventually approached by inquizitive mageshields.

"...Sir?"

Art slowly opens his eyes, methodically turning around, and speaking in a newly calmed tone.

"You know. A few elven months ago I was no one. A small voice in a huge crowd no one heard. I saw the corruption and rot in the Elven nation, but what could I do about it? Complain and have my words ignored."

He draws out his blade, a ring enamating through the hall as the metal leaves the sheath.

"How far one can come in such a short time, eh?"

"Aye sir."

Art gruffly turns away...A little more target practice wouldn't hurt...

Art gives Kalenz a deathly glare, then turns back out to the balcony, rubbing a noticeable dark bruise he had obtained in a sparring session earlier. He silently strides out back, taking point, and letting loose arrow after arrow into the poor training dummies to clear his mind of all distractions.

Welp. Were west north americabuddys and im free all day... But 1pm sounds best

Art sighs, turning around and saying dryly:

"No need to be jealous Kalenz. We do agree you are very pretty too. Now if you could leave us filthy impure mali in peace..."

He turns back to Hera.

Art turns to face Hera, smiling.

"It's relaxing...And a pretty sight to behold."

He pauses. Gazing at Hera.

"But not the prettiest thing here."