Maradin Bronzebeard

*A new note it put upon the poster* Eh Id be up for a spot at mining. And dont worry I can smith meyself.. *A signature is left below in dwarven text* Maradin Bronzebeard

*Theres a peice of parchment under one of the notes* Eh Ill be up for a spot for mining. Send me a bird on your camp location? I'm not one for looking at maps. *Theres a messy signature with the name Bronzebeard*

The Fight The arrow swerves straight past my cheek, slightly skimming my face. I charge with my arm pulled back and my sword ready to strike. *Cling* Blood pours from his arm, his weakened. I raise my arm and strike my opponent once more, this time I’ve cut his hand and his dropped his bow. I bend over him quietly pulling out my blade and slicing his neck. The blood pours down onto the grass floor. I step back up. I have wounds in my right ribs and can barely walk. I huddle through the forest, blood dripping from my chest. The Mine As I’m almost at the end of the forest line I see a mine entrance. The carts full of iron and coal. The wooden planks holding up the cave ready to rot away. I think to myself there may be someone in there that can help me. As I walk in and out of the mine cart tracks I notice the moss hanging from the roof. I slowly walk up to a moss covered wall and slide my finger down. The moss has a slickly feeling to it. I start to wonder if I should just turn back now. I wipe the moss onto my leather leg straps which are almost turning to scrap. I slowly walk down a shaft as I see a dead end ahead. I turn to the side of a wall in which moss is covering a soft of entrance. I push them aside. I feel dirty water dripping down my sleeves as I move the moss aside. There is three leavers. That all seem to be positioned one way. The stone looks crafted and the wood is almost rotted. I temp myself not to move any of them. But I attempt to pull one down. The wood almost breaks but makes it through the push. I hear a loud gear changing sort of sound. I look back out of the shaft and see nothing really changed. I slowly walk around the corner and look down at the moss which is now blood red. I walk down the shaft which smells of iron and coal. I slam against the wall. “Arrrgh!” My rib suddenly felt like it shot out of my body. A large chunk of flesh drops to the floor. I know my time is short and consider this being my last adventure. My body is shutting down as I hold myself up on the wall. I take a step when something clicks. The floor beneath my just pulls itself away. I throw my hands up griping onto a long piece of moss which is stuck into the cobblestone. I look down seeing boiling hot magma. It spits up making sounds as boiling water would. I try hugging the piece of moss knowing that my life is with it. I try to force my weight one way to another. I almost reach the corner as the moss snaps. My gut drops as so do I. I tumble down hitting the sides of the stone and busting myself open. I have my final gasp of breath before my time is up.

*A small peice of parachment is left with the others* Il be up for a mining postion, send me a bird. *A address is left at the bottem*

Minecraft Account Name:sutyjeba How old are you?:Twelve. Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Australia, GMT+10 Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes I do as english is my first and only language. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Indeed I have. I have played multiple Minercaft roleplay servers. A mod called SAMP (San Andrea's Multiplayer) and World Of Warcraft roleplay servers. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes. I have read the rules and accept them. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I saw a video on youtube about it. It really made me want to give this a go. And partly because my friend showed me it. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/69395-eyron-sly-vlasur-elven-application/ 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/!:N/A Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is taking on the role of a certain character. You have to see the world through there eyes, there mind. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-Gaming is when somebody does something they do not know or have any idea of. An example is if a man approaches a new player and without knowning anything about him and saying information like "Hello there Steve! I heard your from the city of Stevenville?" In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting would be doing something which would be semi-impossible or forcing people into roleplay/ making them do your roleplay. An example would be "Bailey points to the door and makes steve walk there, he then throws he against and and makes him die" Not giving the other person able to roleplay anything. In-Character Details Character Name:Eyron *Sly* Vlasur Character Race:Elven 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: Youth Years 1 - 15 When Eyron was young he had become used to bow. He would go out hunting with his dad while his mum stayed at home looking after my younger brother. His dad was a great hunter, one of the best in the land. Tis weren’t till Sly was at least ten when he did not favour the bow much. He had instead because interested in the daggers and short blades as they were quick and could kill an animal fast. Eyron always was quiet and ambushed animals when they were not aware. This is where he got his nickname Sly by one of his friends. He didn’t mind it much. Young Years 15 - 24 When Eyron turned fifteen he was not considers a youth anymore, he was now considered as a young adult. One day while Eyron was out in the markets trying to bargain on a nice blade his little brother came sprinting out of the markets down towards the forest. Behind him rushed an older youth who must have been at least thirteen. By now my brother was only ten. I dropped the blade and sprinted after them making sure my brother wouldn’t be hurt. I went at least a mile into the forest when I lost track of them. I sprinted around a lake and beyond it when I saw my little brother backed up against a tree with the other Youth holding an axe in his right hand. I yelled at him “STOP RIGHT THERE!” He looked back at me, capturing a glimpse of my blade in my hand. He then turns and attempts to hit my brother, luckily my brother jumped and rolled out of the way and sprint towards me. He quickly hides behind me, griping my cloak. The youth pulled his axe which was stuck in the tree and turns towards me. He then bursts out with rage yelling “ILL KILL YOU BOTH!” He sprinted towards me, as he got close I slid down and kick his shins, making him fall right onto his gut. I turn back up and flip the boy over and have blood all over my hands. The axe has gone straight into his gut and sliced him up. A tear drops from my eye. I slowly pick the boy up and throw him onto the shoulder. I force myself to walk back into town with a boy on my shoulder that now is dead. People stare at me and a guard rushes up to me taking the boy, he drops his weapons and runs right to the church. By this time I’ve had my hands tied up and siting out the front of the guards palace. My brother is next to me, hugging me and not letting me go. Suddenly the door bursts open and out walks the guard. I look into his eyes and know what’s going to happen. I spend a night in a cellar in nothing but a ragged linen cloth tabard. The next morning I’m forced up and walked out to the town square. I am given my old cloak and shadowed hooded clothes. I am forced to be banished from my homeland. I am handed a sack of minas and my dagger and moved out. Adult years 24+ By this time I reside in a small village not too far off the town of Arethor. I’m considering the lone wolf and called Sly by all the other villages. I try keep to myself around town. All night I sit next to my candles and think about what is going to happen to me. The next morning I head down to the lake and look at me reflection. I notice a long scary right across my face. I remember this from a fight I had with an Orc and sliced me with his axe. I looked at my black cloak and clothes. “I look like some sort of assassin…” I said to myself as it is true. “Maybe one day I can swap my job.” What are your characters ambitions?: To become my own worker. And whatever goals I might find in the future. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: is there anything else you would like to say about your character:He is a quiet character. He favours the stealth and quickness of the dagger. but does still use his bow. He wears a cloaked hood to make sure nobody can track him. 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?Walking through the city of Arethor I walked through the markets. Hoping to find a blacksmith to sharpen my blade. As I get a quarter way into the busy markets I am greeted by a poor looking dwarf yelling out his goods. I inspect the stand seeing nothing of interest. As bad as it feels I nod to dwarf. Taking leave hoping not to look back. 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 am in the Cloud Sanctuary. Home to the monks of the Wilven Sanctuary. While studding some in scripted words of the monk’s noble language I turn to on look a dwarf being threatened by a big brute like Orc. I have only seen one of their kind which ended in a fight. I approach the two and consider trying figure out what was going on. The dwarf quickly try’s to spit out what has happen. I heard that they had been practicing with the axe until he had to take a break. Until the time the Orc came back that he saw the dwarf using the axe. By the time the Orc was breaking furious. Another elf came up to support me. Sparks flew in my stomach from the sight of him. He proceeds to grab the Orcs right arm as I grab the other. The little startled dwarf runs over to the monk and taps him with his hands tyring to wake him up. The monk inhales a huge breath. Upon looking up he notices me and the other elf holding the enraged Orc back. He steps to his feet while his staff aids him. He waves his stave to the exit of the temple. The Orc calms at the sight of the monk and proceeds to leave while his veins pop out blood red. 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?:After the trouble in the Cloud sanctuary I and the other elf proceed to walk onwards to Malinor. Along the way we are yet to find a sign of directions. Further up we notice an old man on a fragile walking stick. We approach him and are about to ask for directions again to make sure we know where were going. suddenly the stick breaks. The man falls straight onto the hard cobble road. A bag of minas falls out of his pocket, rolling to the side of him. We immediately help up the old man while the other elf quickly grabs the minas and hands them to the old man. We inspect him for cuts or bruises and found a huge mark of red on his forehead. We know we had to do something. We turn around and carry the man back to the Cloud Sanctuary were we hope the monks can heal him. As we approach the Sanctuary gates and head inside we are rushed to by a monk. The monk signals signs we do not know of and other’s come rushing with linen cloth and bandages. The old man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bag of minas. He passes it to us with a huge smile on his face. As much as we do not want to accept it we need it. The monks take him into a room of aid and nod in appreciation to us. We smile and continue to be on our way to Malinor.