Lyden (figfarm7)

Minecraft Account Name: figfarm7

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:-6:00 Central US & Canada

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:

Yes, I have a good grasp on the English language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, a little.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:I have read and agree to all the rules of the server.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about it from my friends who play on the server.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:

http://www.lordofthe...642#entry567642

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70900-figfarm7s-2nd-whitelist-application/page__p__568673#entry568673

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/!:

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is giving you a chance to live out a life in the world you make.It permits you to play out the life you always wanted, the rightous knight, the evil necromancer, or the detattched passerby.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming happens when your character knows something that he shouldn't know because he has not found it out in Rp, such as were a "hidden" treasure is or were a "Hidden" enemy is.

In your own words, define what the act of power-gaming is:Powergaming is were your character dose things which may be impossible to do,or dose a move leaving the other player no chance to fight back or respond.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Lydin

Character Race: Elf

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:

Lydin grew up as an orphan on the streets Arethor.His

mother had died during child birth and his father,a

soilder, had massive gambling debts from his time on the

streets.When his wife died he blamed his son for her death

and sold him off to pay his debts and to punish him for

killing his beloved.He passed from person to person

before coming into the possestion of a man named Galman.

Galman was a salve trader whose whole buisness was built

,literally, on the backs of men and women given to him.

He was harsh, and showed his crulity to Lydin with every

whipping and insult he gave.One day as Lydin walked the

streets delivering messages he saw a fire raging in the

house Galman and his followers lived.Lydin ran in and

tried to save some of his friends over the past few years

of his "service".Taking stairs down two at a time to the

slave quarter in the basement he came on a horrible sight.

They slave were locked in there rooms banging on doors

and a few steps away lay Galman under rubble.He sat up and

said to Lydin,"Save me boy! Come and free me and I grant

your freedom."Lydin knew he would keep his word, he always

did that was the one thing he did right.The fire blazed

and he knew he had to choose.Galman,freedom or the slaves,

his morality.He stared at Galman,he would never stop.He

will repeat this over and over slave after slave.Lydin

heared the screams of burning men and women, but Lydin

just turned and left them to their fates.

The memory haunted him for the rest of his life.

Every time he faced death he saw the memory in vivid

detail.Now was one of those times, an armored drow

stood over him with an un readable look.Earlier

that day he had started as always, he begged

some bread from the bakery in Normandor

then climbed a tree and looked of in the

direction of Arethor and his past,of the people

he may have saved.He sat there for a few hours then packed

his tools and supplies together and set off,weaving

in and out of the adventures that transversed the city.

He begged money and various other supplies from

the strangers and local shopkeepers.He saw two men in armor walking the

streets heading away from Normandor.Looking important,with

large pouches and decorated swords.Imagining the

treasures he could recive he followed them.He followed for a few minutes

until the men stopped.As they moved into a chrowded tavern

Lydin thought the venture wouldn't be worth it.The memory of the riches

the man carried came to mind and he plunged right in.He regreted the

action right before the first cahir flew his way.The tavern was in an uproar

with men fighting all around,some with weapons.At the center the

armored men stood swords and ales in hand as they fought

back to back against clearly drunken opponets.They enjoyed themselves

as they sparred with the drunks not trying to kill just having fun.

The other men seemed less than excited,his brow gleamed with sweat and

he fought to win.The armored men would seem to tire the others out until one

tripped up on a fallen brawler and started head first for the ground.

His friend tried desperatly to save him,but the drunken man was

clearly going to connect.Without thinking,Lydin grabbed a mug and

through hard at the drunken fighter.THe sword was inches from the armored man

when the mug hit the blade and sent it wide.The armored mans companion

cut his opponet on the chest and pushed him back,then ran and tackled

the dumbfound drunk from his friend.After shouldering the

his shooken camrade he came to the door were Lydin stood.

"Well what do we have here Naeyni?"said the elf on the left with

a sword drawn.The other,a drow,looked up smiling.

"Looks like a poor boy Alderan." The man,Alderan, laughed

"Thanks for saving out arses kid."The drow ,Naeyni,looks at him.It took awhile

,but they got away andfound empty benches far from the tavern and its

restless crowd.The drow looked at the boy and asked him who he was

after sayinghe was an orphan the drow asked him about his life.

After a while and with the drow's persistance Lydin told him about his life

and how he had nowere to go.The drow nodded and smiled.

"How would you like to come with me boy?"

What are your characters ambitions?: Lydin wants to make his name know to the people of Asulon.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Nope.

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?Lydin moves up to the the old dwarf and asks him how his business gose as he studies his wares."Not so good me lad,the largar shops they're running me out of buisness!"He dramatically throughs his hands in the air and sweeps them before him,pointing to the larger and more reputable shops."Is there anyway I could help?" Lydin asks.The dwarf things this over and smiles.Their was a caravan headed here,due today loaded with riches, unfortunately damn orcs took it over and have it in their camp about 20 miles from here.If you reclaim it I will have the best wares in town!"Lydin nods and sets off at once without another word,surprising the guards he had just asked to let him in.Over the rest of the day he tramps through the rugged landscape till he comes upon the orcs camp.At least a score lay around with there crude weapons close as they fight over a wagon covered in their spoils.Lydin bides his time and rests from his run.Near night he moves into the camp of the orcs just out of sight of their sentries' fire light.Lydin nearly laughed as he remembered a similar event when he crept into his adopted father's camp those many years ago.In his memories he forgot to watch his step and snapped a twig under foot alerting the orcs near by.With a silent curse he ran to the wagon as the orcs cried in alarm.He reached the wagons and slapped his hand hard on the sleeping pull horse attached to the harness.The horse reared and went darting away, with Lydin with a tentative hold on the side of the wagon.Lydin climbed in and took the reins and pushed the horse on.Behind him orcs on horse pursued him right behind him.For the next few hours and long into the night Lydin tried to keep them off his trail.Soon exhausted and sore he came into Arethor.After handing the wagon's reins to the stunned dwarf Lydin went to his small tavern room and collapsed.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?Lydin steps forth and pushes the large orc from the dwarf.After a few moments looking him in the eye he talks, "Good orc,it dose not seem a wise move to threaten anyone within the walls of the cloud temple."The orc snickers and moves to push him aside, "I follow my own rules elf,no one bosses Grukor!" As the orc begins to move him aside he grabs the orcs wrist and turns him away from the dwarf."You will not harm anyone in the Cloud Temple, unless you think you can escape the consequences good orc."Lydin stressed the word onto the orc and gave him the best stare he could.Grukor looked stunned at the display and snarled."Puny elf what you gonna do to me?" Lydin motions subtly to the dwarf and points to the monk."Will do not need to fight,you can continue on your travels and we on ours in peace."Grukor seems about to argue till he sees the monk looking at him with the dwarf beside him.He snarls and whispers to Lydin,"Another time elf."With one final look at the dwarf he walks swiftly away.

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?:Lydin stare at the coins longingly,but in the end moves and picks the man up by his arm.He looks to the man and asks him were he is off to."I am just traveling to the inn up their to meet my granddaughter."The man sounds weak and is clearly going to have a hard time walking on his own,Lydin grabs the man firmly and move at a slow pace up a small incline to an old and well worn inn.The man seems to grow weaker with each step and near the path to the inn collapses."I will not make it I am afraid,you must deliver these to my granddaughter." He hands over his minas and looks at Lydin with eyes full of hope.How easy it would be to leave the man and take the money! Lydin saw it was wrong and with a nod moved to the inn and found the girl and explained the situation while handing over the minas.She took them then rushed out to her dyeing grandfather.Lydin walked out and carried on his way.

Minecraft Account Name: figfarm7

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:-6:00 Central US & Canada

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:

Yes, I have a good grasp on the English language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, a little.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:I have read and agree to all the rules of the server.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about it from my friends who play on the server.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70784-figfarm7-whitelist-application/page__p__567642#entry567642

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/!:

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is giving you a chance to live out a life in the world you make.It permits you to play out the life you always wanted, the rightous knight, the evil necromancer, or the detattched passerby.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming happens when your character knows something that he shouldn't know because he has not found it out in Rp, such as were a "hidden" treasure is or were a "Hidden" enemy is.

In your own words, define what the act of power-gaming is:Powergaming is were your character dose things which may be impossible to do,or dose a move leaving the other player no chance to fight back or respond.

Character Name:Lydin

Character Race: Elf

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:

Lydin grew up as an orphan on the streets Arethor.His

mother had died during child birth and his father,a

soilder, had massive gambling debts from his time on the

streets.When his wife died he blamed his son for her death

and sold him off to pay his debts and to punish him for

killing his beloved.He passed from person to person

before coming into the possestion of a man named Galman.

Galman was a salve trader whose whole buisness was built

,literally, on the backs of men and women given to him.

He was harsh, and showed his crulity to Lydin with every

whipping and insult he gave.One day as Lydin walked the

streets delivering messages he saw a fire raging in the

house Galman and his followers lived.Lydin ran in and

tried to save some of his friends over the past few years

of his "service".Taking stairs down two at a time to the

slave quarter in the basement he came on a horrible sight.

They slave were locked in there rooms banging on doors

and a few steps away lay Galman under rubble.He sat up and

said to Lydin,"Save me boy! Come and free me and I grant

your freedom."Lydin knew he would keep his word, he always

did that was the one thing he did right.The fire blazed

and he knew he had to choose.Galman,freedom or the slaves,

his morality.He stared at Galman,he would never stop.He

will repeat this over and over slave after slave.Lydin

heared the screams of burning men and women, but Lydin

just turned and left them to their fates.

The memory haunted him for the rest of his life.

Every time he faced death he saw the memory in vivid

detail.Now was one of those times, an armored drow

stood over him with an un readable look.Earlier

that day he had started as always, he stole

some bread from the bakery in Normandor

then climbed a tree and looked of in the

direction of Arethor and his past,of the people

he may have saved.He sat there for a few hours then packed

his tools and supplies together and set off,weaving

in and out of the adventures that transversed the city.

He begged money and various other supplies from

the strangers and local shopkeepers.He saw two men in armor walking the

streets heading away from Normandor.Looking important,with

large pouches and decorated swords.Imagining the

treasures he could recive he followed them.He followed for a few minutes

until the men stopped.As they moved into a chrowded tavern

Lydin thought the venture wouldn't be worth it.The memory of the riches

the man carried came to mind and he plunged right in.He regreted the

action right before the first cahir flew his way.The tavern was in an uproar

with men fighting all around,some with weapons.At the center the

armored men stood swords and ales in hand as they fought

back to back against clearly drunken opponets.They enjoyed themselves

as they sparred with the drunks not trying to kill just having fun.

The other men seemed less than excited,his brow gleamed with sweat and

he fought to win.The armored men would seem to tire the others out until one

tripped up on a fallen brawler and started head first for the ground.

His friend tried desperatly to save him,but the drunken man was

clearly going to connect.Without thinking,Lydin grabbed a mug and

through hard at the drunken fighter.THe sword was inches from the armored man

when the mug hit the blade and sent it wide.The armored mans companion

cut his opponet on the chest and pushed him back,then ran and tackled

the dumbfound drunk from his friend.After shouldering the

his shooken camrade he came to the door were Lydin stood.

"Well what do we have here Naeyni?"said the elf on the left with

a sword drawn.The other,a drow,looked up smiling.

"Looks like a poor boy Alderan." The man,Alderan, laughed

"Thanks for saving out arses kid."The drow ,Naeyni,looks at him.It took awhile

,but they got away andfound empty benches far from the tavern and its

restless crowd.The drow looked at the boy and asked him who he was

after sayinghe was an orphan the drow asked him about his life.

After a while and with the drow's persistance Lydin told him about his life

and how he had nowere to go.The drow nodded and smiled.

"How would you like to come with me boy?"

What are your characters ambitions?: Lydin wants to make his name know to the people of Asulon.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Nope.

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?Lydin moves up to the the old dwarf and asks him how his business gose as he studies his wares."Not so good me lad,the largar shops they're running me out of buisness!"He dramatically throughs his hands in the air and sweeps them before him,pointing to the larger and more reputable shops."Is there anyway I could help?" Lydin asks.The dwarf things this over and smiles.Their was a caravan headed here,due today loaded with riches, unfortunately damn orcs took it over and have it in their camp about 20 miles from here.If you reclaim it I will have the best wares in town!"Lydin nods and sets off at once without another word,surprising the guards he had just asked to let him in.Over the rest of the day he tramps through the rugged landscape till he comes upon the orcs camp.At least a score lay around with there crude weapons close as they fight over a wagon covered in their spoils.Lydin bides his time and rests from his run.Near night he moves into the camp of the orcs just out of sight of their sentries' fire light.Lydin nearly laughed as he remembered a similar event when he crept into his adopted father's camp those many years ago.In his memories he forgot to watch his step and snapped a twig under foot alerting the orcs near by.With a silent curse he ran to the wagon as the orcs cried in alarm.He reached the wagons and slapped his hand hard on the sleeping pull horse attached to the harness.The horse reared and went darting away, with Lydin with a tentative hold on the side of the wagon.Lydin climbed in and took the reins and pushed the horse on.Behind him orcs on horse pursued him right behind him.For the next few hours and long into the night Lydin tried to keep them off his trail.Soon exhausted and sore he came into Arethor.After handing the wagon's reins to the stunned dwarf Lydin went to his small tavern room and collapsed.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?Lydin steps forth and pushes the large orc from the dwarf.After a few moments looking him in the eye he talks, "Good orc,it dose not seem a wise move to threaten anyone within the walls of the cloud temple."The orc snickers and moves to push him aside, "I follow my own rules elf,no one bosses Grukor!" As the orc begins to move him aside he grabs the orcs wrist and turns him away from the dwarf."You will not harm anyone in the Cloud Temple, unless you think you can escape the consequences good orc."Lydin stressed the word onto the orc and gave him the best stare he could.Grukor looked stunned at the display and snarled."Puny elf what you gonna do to me?" Lydin motions subtly to the dwarf and points to the monk."Will do not need to fight,you can continue on your travels and we on ours in peace."Grukor seems about to argue till he sees the monk looking at him with the dwarf beside him.He snarls and whispers to Lydin,"Another time elf."With one final look at the dwarf he walks swiftly away.

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?:Lydin stare at the coins longingly,but in the end moves and picks the man up by his arm.He looks to the man and asks him were he is off to."I am just traveling to the inn up their to meet my granddaughter."The man sounds weak and is clearly going to have a hard time walking on his own,Lydin grabs the man firmly and move at a slow pace up a small incline to an old and well worn inn.The man seems to grow weaker with each step and near the path to the inn collapses."I will not make it I am afraid,you must deliver these to my granddaughter." He hands over his minas and looks at Lydin with eyes full of hope.How easy it would be to leave the man and take the money! Lydin saw it was wrong and with a nod moved to the inn and found the girl and explained the situation while handing over the minas.She took them then rushed out to her dyeing grandfather.Lydin walked out and carried on his way.

Minecraft Account Name: figfarm7

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:-6:00 Central US & Canada

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:I have a rather good grasp on the English language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I know a little when it comes to role-playing, me and my friends used to role-play in our spare time.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:I understand and completely agree with the rules.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through my friends who play on the server.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I have made none.

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/!:

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is giving you a chance to live out a life in the world you make.It permits you to play out the life you always wanted, the rightous knight, the evil necromancer, or the detattched passerby.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming happens when your character knows something that he shouldn't know because he has not found it out in Rp, such as were a "hidden" treasure is or were a "Hidden" enemy is.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Powergaming is were your character dose things which may be impossible to do,or dose a move leaving the other player no chance to fight back or respond.

Character Name: Lydin

Character Race: Elf

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:

Lydin grew up as an orphan on the streets Arethor.His

mother had died during child birth and his father,a

soilder, had massive gambling debts from his time on the

streets.When his wife died he blamed his son for her death

and sold him off to pay his debts and to punish him for

killing his beloved.He passed from person to person

before coming into the possestion of a man named Galman.

Galman was a salve trader whose whole buisness was built

,literally, on the backs of men and women given to him.

He was harsh, and showed his crulity to Lydin with every

whipping and insult he gave.One day as Lydin walked the

streets delivering messages he saw a fire raging in the

house Galman and his followers lived.Lydin ran in and

tried to save some of his friends over the past few years

of his "service".Taking stairs down two at a time to the

slave quarter in the basement he came on a horrible sight.

They slave were locked in there rooms banging on doors

and a few steps away lay Galman under rubble.He sat up and

said to Lydin,"Save me boy! Come and free me and I grant

your freedom."Lydin knew he would keep his word, he always

did that was the one thing he did right.The fire blazed

and he knew he had to choose.Galman,freedom or the slaves,

his morality.He stared at Galman,he would never stop.He

will repeat this over and over slave after slave.Lydin

heared the screams of burning men and women, but Lydin

just turned and left them to their fates.

The memory haunted him for the rest of his life.

Every time he faced death he saw the memory in vivid

detail.Now was one of those times, an armored drow

stood over him with an un readable look.Earlier

that day he had started as always, he stole

some bread from the bakery in Normandor

then climbed a tree and looked of in the

direction of Arethor and his past,of the people

he may have saved.He sat there for a few hours then packed

his tools and supplies together and set off,weaving

in and out of the adventures that transversed the city.

He stole money and various other supplies from the pouches

of the strangers.He saw two men in armor walking the

streets heading away from Normandor.Looking important,with

large pouches and decorated swords.Imagining the

treasures he could pocket he followed them.He followed for miles

into the wilderness until the men stopped.As they made camp

Lydin came to the edge of their fire's light,plotting.

After hours,the men seemed to nod off presenting Lydin

with his chance.He ran quickly and gather up the men's

packs and ran off.After a few minutes with now sign of

pursuit,he stopped and laughed.He had done it! No longer

will he be poor! In his dreaming he did not notice

the two shadowy figures creeping up from behind.

When he turned he yelped in surprise."Well what do we

have here Naeyni?"said the elf on the left with a sword

drawn.The other ,a drow, stood there arms crossed smiling.

"Looks like a poor boy in dire straits my brother Alderan."

The drow ,Naeyni, turns to the him."Now why don't we hear

what you have to say."It took all night,but with the drow's

persistence and his already burdened mind he spilled.He

told the elf his life story sparring no detail.At the end

he was in tear tears.The dark elf nodded and smiled.

"How would you like to come with me boy?"

What are your characters ambitions?: Lydin wants to make his name well know throughout Asulon.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Nope.

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?

Lydin moves up to the the old dwarf and asks him how his business gose as he studies his wares."Not so good me lad,the largar shops they're running me out of buisness!"He dramatically throughs his hands in the air and sweeps them before him,pointing to the larger and more reputable shops."Is there anyway I could help?" Lydin asks.The dwarf things this over and smiles.Their was a caravan headed here,due today loaded with riches, unfortunately damn orcs took it over and have it in their camp about 20 miles from here.If you reclaim it I will have the best wares in town!"Lydin nods and sets off at once without another word,surprising the guards he had just asked to let him in.Over the rest of the day he tramps through the rugged landscape till he comes upon the orcs camp.At least a score lay around with there crude weapons close as they fight over a wagon covered in their spoils.Lydin bides his time and rests from his run.Near night he moves into the camp of the orcs just out of sight of their sentries' fire light.Lydin nearly laughed as he remembered a similar event when he crept into his adopted father's camp those many years ago.In his memories he forgot to watch his step and snapped a twig under foot alerting the orcs near by.With a silent curse he ran to the wagon as the orcs cried in alarm.He reached the wagons and slapped his hand hard on the sleeping pull horse attached to the harness.The horse reared and went darting away, with Lydin with a tentative hold on the side of the wagon.Lydin climbed in and took the reins and pushed the horse on.Behind him orcs on horse pursued him right behind him.For the next few hours and long into the night Lydin tried to keep them off his trail.Soon exhausted and sore he came into Arethor.After handing the wagon's reins to the stunned dwarf Lydin went to his small tavern room and collapsed.

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?

Lydin steps forth and pushes the large orc from the dwarf.After a few moments looking him in the eye he talks, "Good orc,it dose not seem a wise move to threaten anyone within the walls of the cloud temple."The orc snickers and moves to push him aside, "I follow my own rules elf,no one bosses Grukor!" As the orc begins to move him aside he grabs the orcs wrist and turns him away from the dwarf."You will not harm anyone in the Cloud Temple, unless you think you can escape the consequences good orc."Lydin stressed the word onto the orc and gave him the best stare he could.Grukor looked stunned at the display and snarled."Puny elf what you gonna do to me?" Lydin motions subtly to the dwarf and points to the monk."Will do not need to fight,you can continue on your travels and we on ours in peace."Grukor seems about to argue till he sees the monk looking at him with the dwarf beside him.He snarls and whispers to Lydin,"Another time elf."With one final look at the dwarf he walks swiftly away.

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?:

Lydin stare at the coins longingly,but in the end moves and picks the man up by his arm.He looks to the man and asks him were he is off to."I am just traveling to the inn up their to meet my granddaughter."The man sounds weak and is clearly going to have a hard time walking on his own,Lydin grabs the man firmly and move at a slow pace up a small incline to an old and well worn inn.The man seems to grow weaker with each step and near the path to the inn collapses."I will not make it I am afraid,you must deliver these to my granddaughter." He hands over his minas and looks at Lydin with eyes full of hope.How easy it would be to leave the man and take the money! Lydin saw it was wrong and with a nod moved to the inn and found the girl and explained the situation while handing over the minas.She took them then rushed out to her dyeing grandfather.Lydin walked out and carried on his way.