Gorakoa

Exactly like Vrahn said. Ddos attacks are caused my people who were infected by more than likely phishing emails. Once the computers became infected with the virus it was under the control of the ddos attacker. The chances of this attack being directly targeted at the server and not some random target is also pretty low. I have doubt that someone with a grudge towards the server is doing it. Of course I could also be wrong about that.

The problem is with people who do ddos attacks are nearly impossible for the average joe shmoe to track. The best course of action is to either have a backup server and software/hardware to prevent these attacks.

Probably not. I m currently working on becoming a network engineer, and from what I've learned just the flooding to the server is causing it to crash. Changing the servers IP may definitely help.

Well. For one, most people who attack a server so much like this typically just do it because they can. There are a lot of people who attack servers that are advertised on reddit for some reason. There are a group of griefers whose name escapes me at the moment. But they constantly pick servers out of reddit and play on the servers till at least one of them receives moderator or admin status to cause real trouble on the server. They are quite frequent and they even make youtube videos of it. Some of them are pretty funny to watch others are blah. They don't cause the servers to crash so the only crime they are committing is being a total ******.

Out-Of-Character Details: I step lightly around new people until I get to know them. But my general personality is humours and outgoing. I try to get a grasp of peoples boundaries and typically respect them over my own. If someone shows me respect I show it back to them. I’m typically easy to get along with and enjoy being with groups of people. Minecraft Account Name: Gorakoa How old are you?: 20 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST (GMT-5) U.S. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: A little Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was invited to apply by DecorumAmour. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: 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 being to able to express a character in your mind in a near real situation, without having to write details in a book or short story. But instead live the character, if for a short moment. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is gaining knowledge of what has happened in the game, that your character has not experienced and use that information to your advantage. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is forcing other characters to follow an action beyond their control. Example: *Thief stabbed wonderer to death.* In-Character Details A cheerful dwarf that enjoys a good story. Sometimes spouts rude commentary and sarcastic remarks to obvious situations. Character Name: Gorakoa Gelhen Character Race: Dwarf 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: Gorakoa Gelhen is a 22 year old dwarf that hails from the dwarven kingdom of Kal’Karik. His eyes shine blue like a sapphire meant for a royal crown. His hair is gold like rays of the sun. And his skin white as the arctic snow. Ever since he was born he was destined to carry on the family legacy of brewing some of the finest ale in the kingdom. Yet he had a lust of adventure within him that shown as bright as the stars in the night sky. As he grew the tasks of brewing his families ale were becoming second nature to him. In his off time he would venture around the city, conversing with warriors who had retired to the pubs and taverns to hear their many tales of adventure. His parents looked down upon his adventurous behavior, and tried to quell the fire of adventure inside him. They told him “Ye’ be a dwarf of ale and mead, not blood an’ glory. You need ta’ focus on the future of the family legacy.” Yet as much as they tried to prevent him from doing such, the more he yearned for adventure. By the age of fifteen Gorakoa had perfected the brewing secrets of his family and for the last few years put his adventures on hold. It seemed almost as though he had succumb to the fact that he was destined to continue the family business and nothing more. But in the coming months rival dwarves who scorned his family attacked their home, nearly killing everyone of his family members. Gorakoa himself woke among the wreckage of what was once his happy family brewery, now in ashes and twisted remains. He looked around for survivors of the clan and found only his father still clinging to life. Gorakoa approached his father to make sure he was alright. His father was covered in lacerations and severe burns, yet he still clung to life as if he had something left to do. He told Gorakoa as he laid there “Those blasted good fur’ nothins’ destroyed everythin’. *gasp* Gorakoa... Ye know how to make the families ale... Ya’ need ta’ leave this city, or else they’ll hunt ya’ down like a mutt and put ye’ down. You don’ hav’ te worry bout ol’ meh’. I can take care of me self. A few burns and scratches ain’t enough ta’ kill me. Go on now. Take care of yur’ self.” With these words Gorakoa left the city with what few belongings he could salvage. Gorakoa has been outside of the city of Kal’Karik for seven years and still travels. His eyes burn with the passion of adventure, and the passion to restore his family legacy. Through the seven years of travel he has heard many tales of lost treasures and vicious monsters. Some of them he even attempted to venture for himself. Many times Gorakoa put himself to the face of death and barely got away with his life. His current ambition now is to find a befitting place to build a grand tavern, where travelers and warriors can come to retire and tell their tales of glory. He still plans on a little treasure hunting on the side as well. What are your characters ambitions?: To open and run a successful pub/tavern, and hear the tales of passersby, while searching for histories lost treasures. 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 was traveling through the city of Arethor during my exploration. I happened to find myself a small dwarven wares shop hidden in one of the alleys of the marketplace. The shop was so small and hidden away almost everyone would walk by without even a glance at this shop of dwarven ware. I approached the shop to see what was available. As I looked around I noticed that most of the dwarf armor and weapons were fairly average in quality. As I looked around some more the keep of the shop came out from behind the curtain where the heat of his forge was well easy to feel. He placed a wide grin on his face and greeted me. “Well would ya’ look wha’ we hav’ ere’. Another dwarf come to look at mah items of opportunity.”I replied.”Items of opportunity? I mean no offense to ya’ but these weapons and armor be just barely fair enough for a soldier to wear.” In quick response he said. “Aye that be true. But don’ be judgin’ my ware by what you can jus’ see. No one in this kingdom can craft dwarven armor and weapons with the soul like mine.” At a closer examination I noticed that his armor and weapons did indeed have different methods used to craft them. Any quick glance could easily misjudge these items as under par items and would probably push customers away from business. I responded “Even if yur’ items have the durability and strength as that of a high quality item, is it worth the lower standard appeal they bring?”. He quickly snapped at me. “One does not throw away their pride to make a shiny piece of armor to sell for a high price. My life is ta’ bring safety to those willing to buy it and I will not throw away my ways for some cheap pride.” I replied with a smile. “I couldn’ of put it any better meself’.” After such a noble conversation I gladly purchased a new long sword from my new dwarven friend. 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? As I was walking down the Oren road I happened to hear shouting from up ahead of me. As I continued walking two figures began to take shape in the darkness. A few seconds later I could easily make out an orc and a dwarf as the two shapes. The orc was shouting and hollering, almost as if he lost half his minas in a gamble. The dwarf was on his hands and knees in the dirt. As I got closer I began to make out what the orc was shouting about. “Trug no like dwarf. Dwarf cheat Trug out of mina. Trug SMASH DWARF.” The dwarf was grobbling on the ground was saying. “NO! No. n. No. No. I never cheated you out of yur’ money. I swear on my clan the game was fair.” The orc not happy regardless of the dwarf’s response continued to shout. “Trug no care about dwarf clan. Trug want mina. Dwarf give Trug mina NOW!” The dwarf slowly crawling away from the orc was crying that regardless of what the orc demanded he couldn’t give him back his coin. The orc was beginning to draw his weapon to kill the dwarf to take back his money. Before the orc fully drew his weapon, I stepped between the two. The orc yelled. “Another dwarf here to take Trug’s mina from him.” I replied. “Nay orc. I came through ta’ break apart this squall happinen’ between tha’ two of you.” I offered my the orc my bag of coins, which you quickly took. After examining the bag he walked away from me and the other dwarf. The dwarf relaxed and said. “Ya’ saved meh from a gruesome death ya did.” I replied. “I was just keepin’ a useless death from occurin’.” He continued to thank me and offered me a portion of what the orc lost originally. I gratefully accepted it after just handing my entire bag of coin to the orc. Then the two of us parted ways. 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 walk towards the old man and ask. “Do ye’ need a bit of help there, old sir? He replies to me. “OLD?!? I’m not old! I’m a well aged man still in his prime!.” Chuckling to myself I throw out my hand to offer assistance. “Aye, and I’m sure you could fell an entire orc horde as well I’ll take it.” After the old man is standing steady I bend down and pick his lost coins up, placing them in a spare sack I own and handing it the old man. I question him. “Whats an old timer like you doin’ walkin’ in these woods alone?” He responds. “I’m headed towards Malinor, to see some of my grandchildren.” I look around for a sturdier walking stick to give the old man. After a few minutes of searching I find something suitable for him to lean on. I felt a bit worried that something might befall the old man should I just leave him to continue the rest of his trek towards Malinor so I asked. “Would it bother ye’ to hav’ a dwarf accompany ye’ to yur’ destination. Just tah’ make sure ye’ get there okay?” In a snappy remark the old man replies. “I don’t need any protecting.... But the long walk gets lonely, and I don’t mind having someone to talk to once in awhile.” I escorted the old man, and put up with his sarcastic retorts all the way to Malinor. But I feel happy knowing he made it safe to his destination.