walkingsnake

What Mojang is trying to pull is a pay to play move. they know this **** move of theirs will force big server to go bankrupt and shut down. This will lead players to turn to minecraft realms, so Mojang can make more money.

 

I remember in Mojangs documentary on the creation of minecraft, and how Notch said that he was not in this for the money. Maybe Notch isnt, but everyone else at that crappy little company that I could probably get away with suing is. **** you Mojang. **** you.

Here's a clear example of over-reacting. Mojang's rules are much more liberal than any other MMO you'll ever experience. Nothing you're saying makes sense - Mojang is not creating pay-to-play, they're stopping pay-to-play. They don't want big servers preying on kids and scamming them out of money. Period.

Turning this into "Mojang is money-hungry RAWRRR" just shows out out-of-context you're taking this. They did this to help the community, and the fact that people are twisting it so badly is just asinine.

Servers will adapt, and Mojang isn't going around shutting down servers to comply, they're just asking for higher quality servers without scams. Those sucky servers that existing to scam kids out of money are the ones that will go away.

Anybody feeling "oppressed" or pissed off needs to step back and take a look at the situation, because you're really misunderstanding the purpose of these rules, and Mojang is absolutely not out to hurt legitimate servers like LOTC.

Or continue your silly, misguided panic. Doesn't hurt me, I guess.

At no point did I say that we wouldn't make them available - I merely said I personally don't see it as that important. Mau5noize is the chap behind enforcing and creating them, hence why I recommend you speak with him. :)

You are doing God's work, son.

I only say this to help the community. For the sake of transparency, why can we not see the rules? What do you guys have to hide from the playerbase? As players, we wouldn't be able to report anything against GMs because we wouldn't know the rules and guidelines. I personally see no rule that couldn't be shared with the community. 

 

-The only reason I brought it up is because someone asked me what the rules were, and after talking, I agree with them that everyone should have the rights to see them. 

Agreed 100%. We're a group of common players, GMs having secret rules that nobody else can know, comment on, or contribute to seems very... corporate? The GMS should be seen more as a group of great players with extra responsibilities and powers. Right now they seem more like a police force of good and bad cops.

But to everything else,

LOVE IT.

Listening to players, establishing communication, and addressing many concerns. Awesome. Purely awesome.

This amateurish communication between the staff and player base is unbearable.  

 

A small few GMs act as rogues.  Most of the GMs,FMs,LMs, and such are helpful and aim to help the server. Others are too lost in their power and fanaticism of reinforcing  a scattered set of rules spaced across various sources without any clear communication.  Its these few who ruin it for the rest of us.

 

I have butted heads with GMs saying that I was a rule breaker because I wanted the Staff to address the "Order 66" issue after GMs removed my item frames and items in the Rusted Cog saying they (item frames) were banned.  However, item frames hadnt been  causing crashes for weeks and the situation was all fixed.  I PMed GMs, Admins, pretty much everyone.  Only response I got was from VAT and Plugin developers who said they would try to get it taken care off and locked.

 

When we tried to address this repeated issue, we were told by GMs (jroy96)  that it was rule breaking and that leaving the topic into obscurity was just as good as saying item frames are alright and the issue has been resolved.

 

Another issue of rogue GM.  Getting kicked from the server with a screen saying "Kicked from Server for No Lore"  without any prior PMs by staff or such.  Just Booted and starring at the multiplayer server screen for minecraft with my jaw dropped. 

 

I could go on with 2-3 more incidents since the start of 2013. But at that point it would seem like flaming. 

 

For you bignsxxy,

Back in the day, a GM would find out using log block who made a build. They would forum PM or leave a sign...or *gasp* DO BOTH! to communicate to the player.

 

I feel your pain.

 

VonSchlichten Out. 

Best post regarding the state of the server I've read my whole time here.

Nobody says rules suck. Nobody says the GMs suck. The issue is with communication. And right now, there basically is none. And it sucks.

This isn't about whether or not the rules are bad. Rules are rules. I nor anyone else have any control over how GMs run things. We just have to respect them.

That doesn't mean opinions about rules aren't allowed. I haven't been in this situation but I know I'd be pissed. It may only be in-game pixels that are lost, but it's a ton of OOC time spent doing that.

I know we could go back and forth about whether a farm really should've been established in the wilds, but really, it isn't exactly hard for a GM to plop a sign saying ((Farm will be wiped for breaking rules [or whatever the reason,] send a tell or fix immediately.)) Or even just a note of what GM wiped the farm so it can be talked out with them directly. A little bit of communication can go a long way.

The "deal with it" attitude in regards to the time someone spent playing on our server, trying to have fun, trying to improve the in-game economy, is sickening. This isn't a dictatorship.

The Shop Plugin isn't something that LotC developed from what I know, so we can't actually say yay or nay concerning 'Is it being worked on' as we don't possess that immediate knowledge ourselves.

In that case, just some knowledge about whether an alternative will be sought. Even if nobody has all the answers, would just like to know what steps are going to be taken, if any.

I think there are other questions that need answered - 

Is work being done to fix the glitch?

Are there plans to bring shops back or can we expect them to be gone for a long time?

Will there be in-game announcements for those who don't visit the forums daily (and there are many of them)?

[[i realize that but he doesn't. Nice roleplaying with you, don't take this personally :). And I didn't sell it :/]]

(( Xi basically gave Goldman the entire company to become an employee of Goldman. Goldman owns everything, Xi owns nothing himself. In today's world, that'd be similar to a corporate buyout, not a merger, so the terms are just being used interchangeably - not to imply something different than what occurred.

And I apologize for referring to this as a poster before, I understand it was an announcement and not a notice. :) ))

*Jonas reads the notice*

WHAT!?

This is my company! This is absurd.

*Jonas tears down the sign, shredding it into pieces.*

I must find Xi and the fat man.

[[Xi illegally usurped your throne, and plus Saul said that you left with him in another post to another continent rply, so he did not think you would be a problem.]]

(( My company can be illegally usurped and sold this quickly without me being involved in the RP? I've been on daily, just did some things around the manor yesterday...

Doesn't this involve certain VA aspects??))

-snip-

*Corbin Myers raises his eyebrows as he reads the poster, chuckling*

"The Goldmans better watch out.  There's more big business on the horizon."

((VonSchlichtenCo has been around for a while, and in the past invested in by Goldman Co. ;) ))

Made a fishing net earlier today and loved it. But tonight I can't make one at all. The one I made before is still functional, but has the recipe been disabled already?

*uses slime goo to tack a note below the posting*

I see you've moved into the blacksmith. I like the fancy space! Hope to see you just down the way at the Rusted Cog in your downtime!

~ Jonas

Minecraft Account Name:Walkingsnake

How old are you?:23

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA EST

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I hope so

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Limited. Played lots on a post apoc RP server

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Correct

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Close friend, RHcrow, introduced me.

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/!: Having some issues with MCforums account. It will be posted with a few hours of this application

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: The act of immersing yourself in a character that lives much like a person does. Not to just create a character and play it. But let them evolve, react and live much like a regular person would. To let go of how YOU would act in a situation, but act how YOUR CHARACTER would act.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using out of character information to gain advantages in character. Such as MCname, forum posts, chat posts.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Abuse. Using emotes to do what is impossible within MC. Ex: Walkingsnake waves his want and calls a firey pillar upon the guards and kills them all, escaping arrest.

Character Name: Reginald Snakefoot

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:

Reginald was born and raised in Eloria. As a child Reginald would always be constructing small towns and castles out of his toy blocks in his family’s home. Living in a quiet hamlet had it advantages for Reginald. There was plenty of peace and quiet for the young one to nurture his love of design. As he grew older so did his love for architecture. When he and his family would walk about the town he would chatter about the buttresses of the chapel, or the great use of windows in the bakery to showcase goods, or even how those windows, being at the road level help deter theft in the street. Reginald was full of information on city design and architecture.

When he reached 18 years of age he undertook an apprenticeship with the town architect of Eloria. He spent hours as an apprentice in his instructor’s study pouring over building designs and construction methods. Years and years passed and his knowledge grew even further. Reginald would have his nose in a book for more hours than the sun was up. And more time on a drafting table than the moon was up. When it came time, he knew he would have to move on from Eloria to seek his own pursuits.

Reginald moved to Arethor a few days shy of his 22nd birthday. There he attempted to find work utilizing his drafting and design trade. But many tenured architects would get minas for their work while his designs would get passed over. As the months passed, his savings dwindled and what meager work he could find was not paying the rent in the Inn. Feeling down on his luck, and reluctant to venture home to Eloria in defeat, Reginald took to the drink. While most men only find trouble in the bottom of a glass, Reginald found hope. As he was finishing an Ale, three men walked into the tavern and sat at the bar next to him. One was tall and impish looking dressed in colorful robes. Another was a old rough looking man wearing a longsword. Around his neck a green and black serpent crest. Leading them was a middle aged man with a fierce gaze and stoic face, similar to the old man. Around his neck was the same crest as well. They ordered a round of ale and began to discuss business amongst themselves.

As Reginald was finishing his ale he could not help but overhear his new bar neighbors…

“Aye, hes dead. He has to be. They sent all the students home months ago”, muttered the old rough looking man.

“Who sent the students home? The Teutons?” questioned the man with the colorful robe.

“…shuttup the both of you,” spoke the elder of the trio with a deep voice. “We don’t know if my brother is dead. He is missing. And yes, the Order sent the students home and the mage guild has already picked over the entire campus.”

Reginald became curious, perhaps it was the 5th ale he had. But he felt like listening even closer.

“Hanseti is already facing its fare share of problems. The new generations do not wish to face the harsh winters. More and more the citizens move north. The Teutons gave the lands in the Snowy Mountains to my brother Rylen not to just open a Mage College for the Order, but because they couldn’t control the far frontiers of their own realm. Because of the deteriorating situation there, we shouldn’t have any problems,” the leader said calmly before he finished his first ale.

“Well the only problem I foresee is the state of the campus itself. It is no fortress. It doesn’t suit us. For Ariel’s sake! It is built for classes, not cannons,” muttered the older man.

“That is why we are taking the long route through Arethor to Hanseti is it not? There are plenty of draftsmen and architects looking to make coin. We needed to pick up supplies and skilled labour in the capital,” quipped the robed man.

“That is correct Hazzan. But so far it seems every drafthouse in the city is working on some self serving monument or another vacant shop.” said the leader of the trio as he started on his second ale.

Reginald knew this was a make or break moment.

“Akshully!” interrupted Reginald. “I lishtened that you are looking fer an architecht? I am an architect,” slurred Reginald.

“Oh is that so friend?” chimed the leader. “Are you really an architect or is it the ale the one who drafts the buildings?”

The other two men laughed.

Reginald reached into his bag hanging on the back of his seat. He pulled out a parchment with details of a building on it and handed it to the leader.

“Here, ish my submishion to what was shuposhted to be built in the lot next door. Now there ish that horrid boring building there. It doeshnt even have windowsh on the firsht floor!” said Reginald as he was trying to act as sober and professional as possible.

The man unrolled the parchment on the bar and his two companions looked over his shoulder.

“Hmn, Yes. Yeah that would have worked much better.”

“I like the patio”

“Yes the shade from that awning would make sitting outside more pleasant.”

Reginald tried to hide any hint of emotion from his face as these 3 strangers critiqued his draft. The man rolled up the parchment and handed it back to Reginald.

“We are traveling to very frigid, cold and remote mountains. We would require you to join us if we were to hire you for your services.”

Reginald knew he really had no other option. “That would be fine”, he said.

The leader of the trio reached his hand out to shake Reginald’s.

“Reinhardt VonSchlichten. This is my Uncle Karl and advisor Hazzan. ”

“Reginald Snakefoot” he grunted as Reinhardt shook his hand a bit too tight.

A few days passed as the band of four trekked through The Icy fields, the thick forests and finally across the snowy mountains before reaching the deteriorating Mage College. The four took a brief walkthrough of all the campus buildings and Reinhardt assigned places for them all to bunk. Reginald was given the top floor of the old dormitory building to act as a bunk and draft room.

Weeks went by with Reginald accompanying the VonSchlichtens on the campus grounds brainstorming ways to retrofit the campus to meet Reinhardt’s specifications. Those specifications called for modifications such as impenetrable walls and defensive battlements. This tore at Reginald’s designer heart to be told to slap together a brutalist, utilitarian design with no thought to aesthetic.

Reginald spent days in the tower drafting up designs for the VonSchlichten Patriarch. Every design would get rejected. Too fancy, too tall, not enough buildings, no arrow slits, no boiling oil. If it wasn’t something it was always something else. Reginald was being driven insane by the changing requests from Reinhardt. He would just shut up and start on a new draft. The coin paid more than made up for it.

More weeks passed and warmer weather was approaching. He saw a few new figure out of his window in the tower out at the practice grounds. A brown haired young man, perhaps a few years older than him, was being instructed in archery by Reinhardt. Reginald watched as the young man was shooting arrow after arrow with a redfaced Reinhardt shouting at him. He sat in the tower and thought if that is what it was like to get combat training? He would come to see more of this man from his tower. Even later one day he witnessed this man practicing fencing with Reinhardt, using a wooden sword while Reinhardt used a real iron sword. Reginald would observe daily from his tower in fascination at this other world down below him.

When Reinhardt would be off to attend to other matters, Reginald watched from the tower and saw the brown haired man sitting on the training grounds. The man was sitting levitating rocks out of boredom. One day he even saw him open up a small rift and walk into it and pop out onto another part of the campus. He did see Reinhardt catch the young man doing these arcane tricks. It was the first time he had seen anyone get beaten so savagely without even trying to defend themselves.

Months passed. Reginald learned that the young man he has only seen from his tower and very briefly around the campus is Saul, Reinhardt’s son. The two would chat briefly around the grounds or at dinner.

Weeks of blindly accepting orders from his employer, Reginald began to wonder what was afoot here. Finally he approached his employer in the dining hall one morning.

“What are you even planning to do here Reinhardt? You wish to turn this old place of arcane learning into a citadel to stop an army. You speak as if you are going to war!” questioned Reginald.

He heard Reginald’s questions and stopped his chewing and looked down at his plate. “No, it is not about going to war my dear Reginald. It is about getting back what belongs to us.”

Reginald looked in confusion. Reinhardt looked up at his seat at the end of the table and began to address the 5 seated at the long table in the old great hall.

“For the last 700 years of the world of Aegis. The VonSchlichtens were a great and powerful house. We had riches, wealth and power. My own grandfather Gustav was a trading mogul and ran a business empire. When we all had to flee to Asulon, we lost everything. We all tried in our own ways to rebuild what we had. But we all failed. My brother Rylen started to bring house VonSchlichten back to a fraction of our former glory here in this college. But him and his damn obsession over twisting the arcane has been his undoing. But now, from our ancestral home in the frozen forests of Winterfell, house VonSchlichten stake our claim in the Snowy Mountains! No damn being shall take away our ancestral right!”

The old man Karl let out a roar of support and slammed down his morning ale stein on the table.

“The day is still early, we have much work to do,” said Reinhardt as he stood up and brushed crumbs off his cloak. The others also stood up.

Reginald planned to get a look at the “Nexus” as it was called from the mountain slope to try to come up with some new ideas on how to retrofit the campus to Reinhardt’s needs. He spent half an hour on the slopes getting good sketches and perspectives to help him at the draft table.

A strange smell permeated the normally crisp mountain air.

His nostrils flared as the smell became gradually stronger. He started to head back toward the hedgewall surrounding the campus. As he got closer his lungs began to burn and breathing became more of a task. He then heard shouting from the top of the Nexus.

“It is a miasma! Everyone flee to catacombs! It is our only chance!”shouted Hazza, flailing his arms from the top of the Nexus.

Reginald had no idea what was happening. His lungs burned as he felt increasingly light headed. He took a step foward and slipped on a patch of ice. He struggled to regain balance but fell. He tumbled down a small hill and right into some frozen bushes. He couldn’t get up. He could hear the limbs of the bush snapping as his body lay in it. As he was piecing together one more conscious thought, the bush could hold his weight no longer. The twigs snapped off, revealing a cave partially concealed by the bush. He could no longer breathe and could not move. Reginald’s limp body plummeted into the pitch black abyss…

Reginald came to in a dark cave. Above him he heard something above him where what looked like a tiny hole of light was shining through about 15 meters high. His head was bloodied but it had all dried. He had no clue how long he was unconscious. He was extremely hungry and had now-molding bread on him. He stuffed the moldy roll in his mouth eating is vigoursly. Having had nothing to eat for what felt like days. With a single torch, Reginald just sit on the cold wet floor looking at the light above him. Unsure of what to do.

Suddenly the light was gone from above him, Reginald looked up.

“Hello? Is anyone down there?” echoed a voice from above.

“Aye! Help! I am injured!” croaked Reginald.

“Give me a second! I have some supplies! I am coming down there”

He could see some more of the brush above him being cleared. Soon a figure was descending into a cave. As the rescurer approached the single torch light a familiar face appeared.

“SAUL! By Aeriel’s grace! You survived!”

“Saul?” replied the figure. “Saul. Is that my name? Do you know me?”

“Of course Saul! It’s me Reginald! I worked for your father Reinhardt!? What the hell is going on?” sputtered Reginald.

“Friend, I have traveled a long ways to get here. I woke up in the City of Arethor a week ago with no recollection of my past. Some clues led me here. I see I was not wrong in coming here.” Muttered Saul, as he was piecing together more of his past. “But come, we need to get you out of here. I have some medical supplies in the campus.”

“Where is everyone else?”, pleaded Reginald. “The people in the Campus?”

“All Dead.”

What are your characters ambitions?: To Study Architecture. The see all the diverse building styles from the cultures around Asulon. To document it. And quite honestly, enjoy wherever life takes me. Of course, survive.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/medieval-architect/ (waiting my custom skin. Using a modified version of that skin. With custom face.)

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Biography sums up most of it.

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?

Having been in this dwarf’s situation. Moving to Arethor and being unable to find work. I would sympathize with this fellow and offer him my business (depending on my own coin) Chronologically I would be poor as well. If I could not offer him my coin then I would offer my own words of encouragement. You never know where you might find your strongest ally.

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?

Being a non combatant, if I was not involved in anyway I would make haste to put as much distance between the conflict and myself. Getting involved in any fight would not turn out well for me. When fleeing, I will tell myself “Aye, the Dwarf looked strong, he could hold his own against that orc. At most they just roughed each other up and no serious injury occurred. After convincing myself everything is OK I would proceded back toward my destination, taking an alternate route of course.

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?:

My family in Eloria always raised me to do good. Yet, my father always said take advantage of any situation you find. But, that does not apply here. I would help the man up and retrieve his coin for him. I would also see if there was a way to mend or replace his walking stick. First hand knowing the dread of feeling alone and receiving little help, I am eager to help others.