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*Lucius turns in his grave.

Vlad emerges from the shadows, a now forgotten face in the land of Athera. He smiles, handing a letter to a courier. It reads: "It's been a long time. I feel it's time I return. Any room for an old warhorse like myself? -Vlad" Vlad smiles, unsheathing his blade and looking at it. "Time for some ******* fun." He sheathes his sword, heading towards the general direction of the place he would soon call home.

Desmond Geminine, one of two twin boys of Samuel, sits alone in his room as word reaches him. The 16 year-old "birthday boy" stares blankly at the wall in his room. Tears begin to form around his eyes. He clenches his fist. "No. No tears. Be-strong Desmond." he says struggling to speak. Those downstairs hear loud smashes, wood splitting and the angry screams of a now parentless young man. He looks to his shoulder, his blue worn-out White Rose arm band on it. He then looks down to his ankle, a band decorated with 3 large triangles tied around it. He looks around him, standing up and picking up a bag. He fills the bag with a helmet which his father left him, a note sealed up with the words "Open when Desmond is of 18 years." written upon it, and some food. He sheathes a sword on his back as well as a blackened dagger left for him by his uncle to his hip. He takes a piece of paper, scribbling down a note and leaving it on his bed. He throws the bag over his shoulder, and sets off knowing that there is nothing left for him in the town which both he lived in during the passing of both his parents. He waits for a brief moment, before sliding another piece of paper on Noah's bed. "Only to be read by Noah." it says. The note reads; "Noah, you know where to find me. Goodbye brother." Finishing up in his room, he grabs the rest of his things and sets off, no goodbye's just off, away from a town covered with terrible memories.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD4zvyxDluI Desmond looks to his father, knowing something is wrong. He peers out from down the stairs to the table where his father is reading the letter. "Daddy, are you okay?" he asks in worried voice. "J-Just fine Des. Go to your room, I'll be there shortly." he replies, choking up, trying not to worry his son. "Can I kiss mommy goodnight?" Desmond says softly, unaware of the tragedy. "N-no Des, just go to bed, she's very ill you know that." Samuel replies in a stern yet calming voice. Desmond heads upstairs to his room, worried for his father. He peers into his parent's room, just across the hallway. "Mommy?" he mutters softly. He cracks the door open, leaning in just enough to see an empty bed. "Daddy!" he shouts, panic heard in his voice. "Where's mommy?!" Samuel is speechless. Not knowing how to break it to his son, worried sick of how he would feel. "S-she just went for a walk, now go to your room." Desmond heads to his room, relieved to know that his mother is alright. Desmond climbs up to the top bunk, his brother Noah already fast asleep. Desmond fluffs up his pillow and tucks himself in, waiting for his father to come upstairs. He hears his father ascending the stairs. Samuel enters the room, tears recently wiped off his face still showing. "Boys. I need to tell you something-" Samuel told the boys what had happened and Desmond was broken, speechless. He rolls over in his bed, his eyes open wide as can be. Desmond begins to remember all the good times with his mother, tears flow down his face, unable to cope with what has happened. His father continued to talk, but Desmond didn't listen, too focused on life, and everything else. He closes his eyes slowly, drifting off to sleep after muttering. "I love you mommy."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nksp7zjrYE The siege of the Dreadfort by the Teutons and their allies had dragged onto the third night. The sky was illuminated by the stone monolith of a tower, now alight with flames shooting upwards. A heavy rain fell, wearing down on the armor-clad men defending the castle, rolling off their armor in thick drops. Most of the men were behind cover, as Teuton arrows whizzed by their heads. However, on the roof of the Dreadfort, two weary men stood erect, manning a ballista, their armor brilliantly lustrous from the rain, reflecting off of the flames. These two figures wore the red tabard of the White Rose. "Load!" Lucius Carter yelled, to his companion, Dafin Winter. Lucius winded back the mighty string of the ballista, huffing inside his helmet. He inclined his head downwards, at the shifting shapes of their enemies in the brush below the Dreadfort. The Unoathed beside Lucius nodded doggedly, cradling the oversized ballista bolt and placing it into the immense weapon. Lucius grunted his thanks to the man, before pulling back on the weapon's lever, sending the huge bolt rocketing towards the Teuton forces. It flew true, blowing a jagged hole through the Teuton's lines, causing many men to fall. "Hit!" Lucius registered, a tired grin crossing his face. Lucius and Winter had been manning the weapon for hours now, not stopping. What little Teutons did advance were stopped in their tracks by Lucius' spot-on firing, and he had been determined and gritty enough to stay out there, pushing back their foes. "Lucius, are you t'red?... Lemme at 'em, I'll have a go at it..." Dafin offered, his shoulders drooping from his exhaustion. Lucius pulled off his helmet, running a hand through his mop of hair, "No, I'm fine... just fine." He cracks a persevering smile, "Load, Dafin." "Aye, s'r..." Lucius looks around at the burning Dreadfort, and the stray arrows striking into the curve of the ballista, before returning to his duties. He cranks back on the string of the immense ballista, until a loud click is heard. Dafin places the bolt in, his mouth hanging open with exertion. Lucius squints into the night, before a glint of metal catches his eye. He manages to raise a brow in confusion, before the arrow slams into his neck, the zipping sound of it's flight ending in a soft thud as it crashes into his arterial vein. In that moment, Lucius's blood spurts out over the startled Winter, and he takes a stumbling step back, hiccuping up blood. Lucius falls onto his back heavily, staring up at the starry night sky, breathing raggedly. He turns to his left, looking at the crumbling spiral of a Dreadfort tower, and thinking of his cousin, Sam. Dafin rushes over to Lucius' side, "Lucius, s'r! Lucius... Lucius... Lucius..." Lucius's vision slowly fades, and so he breathes his last breath on the roof of the Dreadfort, his blood pooling under him slowly. His mouth moves slightly, and he utters, "Dafin... -geck-... win this!" before he lays still at last. Lucius Carter, the determined, loyal young man from Renatus, who always finished what he started, always gave a comforting pat on the back, always drank himself drunk with his friends, always cracked a joke at the wrong time... was dead.

[iC] I, Lucius Carter wish to serve the Order of the White Rose so that I may fight alongside my many brothers such as Samuel Carter. I also wish to serve the one True God and protect this land and it's people from any threat. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the people of this land. -Lucius "Magnus" Carter [OOC] I want to join the White Rose for I think it would be a great RP experience. I was also encouraged to join the order by my good friend "NiceGuyNorman" who is already in the order. I have heard great things about this order and I much anticipate a reply. Thanks! -Cr57

Minecraft Account Name: Cr57 How old are you?: 21 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Time Zone/ Canada Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have played on Storm’s End and a Fallout roleplaying server. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend from Sweden (Maxkenny23) told me about it. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73563-cr57s-application/ Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: Yes I have posted it on the Minecraft Forum Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take the persona/form of a character and act as them. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when you use out of character information when you are in character. For example, meta-gaming would be if you were talking to other people out of character and they were planning a raid on your store, then your roleplay character cannot know about it. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when your character does actions that are unrealistic or overpowered without letting the other players have a chance to react. In-Character Details Character Name: Beren Nénmacil Character Race: High 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: Beren stands at 6'4, with a slender, lithe form. He has cold blue eyes and a stern face, with unruly blonde hair running down his face. He is very quiet, and when he does talk, he is grim and morbid. He is usually seen wearing a red hood that covers his features. His leg is bust, and he uses his longbow as a walking stick. Beren is very good-natured, and does not like to see pain and death. Beren was born in a small elven community, son of a noble lord. He was trained in a prestigious college from a young age, where he learned to master archery and throwing weapons. Beren was very bright, and has a vast knowledge of Asulon. He left his homeland to go to Malinor at age 64, to study. Whilst there, he met Resina, a beautiful young human. They became friends, and after four years, Beren and Resina were wed in the Malinor tree. They lived happily for a few years, and 23 years ago, Resina was heavy with Beren's child. During childbirth, however, Resina died, and Beren was left to care for the child, christened Elrohir. Beren was deeply saddened because of Resina's death, and went to ride to the Sanctuary to find someone to care for Elrohir, not wanting the burden of a child after what he had been through. However, when he was traveling, disaster struck. A horde of goblins attacked and ransacked Beren's caravan, beating Beren into unconsciousness and kidnapping Elrohir, running into the Cloud Forest never to be seen again. Beren awoke later on, finding his leg mangled, and to this day, he still searches for Elrohir. What are your characters ambitions?: To one day find his son and reunite as a family. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/ueI02 Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is 364 years old, and above all else, has an undying hatred for Gobbos. 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 role play. 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? "Fine Dwarven artifacts! Swords, armour, and other fine wares!", the little man shouts, standing on an upturned box. I brush through the crowd, my hood covering my eyes, and turn to the Dwarf. "You, with the hood! I'd bet you need a good blade to fight, and defend yourself, eh? This one here, my elven friend, for you, fifteen Minas off!" the Dwarf babbles, holding a less-than-impressive iron sword. I stand quietly, pondering for a while, the little man stroking his beard. I hold up a finger, gesturing for the poor dwarf to wait a minute, and pull a small pouch from my pocket. I extend my hand and drop the pouch on the shopkeeper's table, the jingle of coin sounding as I do so. The Dwarf smiles. "What'll it be? I have this BEAUTIFUL short blade, with fine car-" I cut the little man off mid-sentence, speaking in a low tone. "I do not care for your wares, dwarf, but you'll need this coin." With that, I turn out of the store, and leave to go to the Ale House. I helped out the dwarf because I feel pity, and know that he needs the few minas more than I. 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? While walking down the road, I suddenly hear commotion up ahead. Without being detected I sneak up and witness the large orc bullying the small and defenceless dwarf. "You should leave at once, orc.", I warn. The orc snorts, and continues to threaten this dwarf and paying no attention to me. As he lifts the dwarf by his shirt collar chuckling as he does so, I draw my bow and calmly load an arrow. The orc turns to me, and advances slowly, dropping the dwarf. He chuckles as he approaches me, cracking his knuckles. I remain stoic, and let my bowstring go. The arrow hits the orc in the foot, and he shrieks, falling to the ground. As he crawls away, whimpering, I stand over the dwarf. The little man backs up, crawling backwards, but I simply extend my hand to help him up. The Dwarf's eyes widen, and he begins to mumble. "Thank you, friend, I thought I was a goner, I'm sorry, how can I repay you?" But in mid sentence, I simply turn on my heel and walk away calmly, leaving the Dwarf wondering what just happened, and who his hooded saviour was. 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 am on my way to Malinor, when I see the elderly human slowly walking. Upon noticing the weakness of his stick, I decide to ask him if he is fine to walk these trails alone. As soon as I utter the first word, the stick breaks under the old man, and he falls to the ground with a grunt. His coin spills all across the road, and he curls up, hurt. I quickly stride to his side, and help him to his feet, as he cringes, visibly in pain. I lean him down against a tree, and collect his coin, bringing all of them back to him and putting them in his shirt pocket. The old man smiles, despite his pain, and thanks me for helping him. "A good man... those are hard to come by.", he mutters. I spot a long-dead elven bush down the road, and gesture for the man to wait. Walking over to the tree, I swiftly snap a sturdy, long, branch off, and go back to the old man. Passing him the branch, a thin smile could be seen on my lips. "Thank you, friend.", the elder praises, as I continue on my path, pulling my crimson hood over my head.

Minecraft Account Name: Cr57 How old are you?: 21 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Time Zone/ Canada Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have played on Storm’s End and a Fallout roleplaying server. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend from Sweden (Maxkenny23) told me about it. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: 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/page__st__1280 Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: Yes I have posted it on the Minecraft Forum Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take the persona/form of a character and act as them. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when you use out of character information when you are in character. For example, meta-gaming would be if you were talking to other people out of character and they were planning a raid on your store, then your roleplay character cannot know about it. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when your character does actions that are unrealistic or overpowered without letting the other players have a chance to react. In-Character Details Character Name: Beren Nénmacil Character Race: Silvan 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: Beren stands at 6'4, with a slender, lithe form. He has cold blue eyes and a stern face, with unruly light hair running down his face. He is very quiet, and when he does talk, he is grim and morbid. Beren was born in the lands of the Silvan elves, son to the Tree Master. He was trained in a prestigious college, where he learned to master archery and throwing weapons. Beren was very bright, and has a vast knowledge of Asulon. He left his homelands at 64, to go to Normandor. Whilst there, he met Resina, a beautiful young elve. They became friends, and after four years, Beren and Resina were wed in the Malinor tree. They lived happily for a century, and 23 years ago, Resina was heavy with Beren's child. During childbirth, however, Resina died, and Beren was left to care for the child, christened Elrohir. Beren was deeply saddened because of Resina's death, and rode to the Sanctuary to find someone to care for Elrohir. However, his carriage was attacked by goblins, who beat Beren and kidnapped Elrohir, running into the Cloud Forest. Beren was unable to find his son, and has been searching for the last 22 years. What are your characters ambitions?: To one day find his son and reunite as a family. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/ueI02 Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is 364 years old, and above all else, has an undying hatred for Gobbos. 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? Upon seeing the small dwarf, I feel pity upon him and walk up near his shop. As he asks me if I am interested in purchasing his fine pottery, without speaking I throw him a couple of Minas and walk away. I do this because, I know this dwarf has nowhere to go no one to stay with and I understand what he is feeling. 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? While walking down the Oren Road late at night, I hear commotion up ahead. Without being detected I sneak up and witness the large orc bullying the small and defenseless dwarf and I tell the orc “You should back off” I warn the orc. the orc laughing continues to threaten this dwarf and pays no attention to me. I give him one last warning to which he simply turns to me and laughs. As he lifts the dwarf by his shirt collar chuckling as he does so, I draw my bow and calmly fire an arrow directly into the middle of his chest. The orc gasps in pain and clutches his chest running away into the night, dropping the dwarf as he does so. I sheathe my bow, my expression indifferent. I walk over to the dwarf and he shivers in fear instead of attacking him, I extend my hand to help him up. As he dusts himself off babbling and thanking me, I walk away as if nothing happened. 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?: When the old man’s walking stick breaks, I quickly stride to his side. Collecting his Minas I help him up and hand him his bag if Minas. I put my arm over his shoulder and brig him to the nearest house. I ask the owner if she can help the old man, as she tends to him, I leave the old man setting his broken stick next to the door and go home.