Lukky

where's my money

Daress cries deeply because of the bond he formed with Rengald after saving Merit from the succubus.

All fixed thank you a lot, Skyyo and Fiend.

So basically every time I try to join the server, regardless of which IP I use: mc.lordofthecraft.net, login.lordofthecraft.net, ts.lotc.co, mc.lotc.co, mc1,login1, ect ect. 90% of the time it gives me the exact same messages followed by Any suggestions would be really appreciated. Extra Info: I use magic launcher, I've tried using normal minecraft to the same result. I've tried both direct connect and entering them normally This started happening a few weeks ago, and to my knowledge nothing major has changed, ie my internet or computer. My list of LOTC addresses.

Daress The Fisherman offers many fish for such a great piece of craftsmanship.

I am crying with joy.

Yes please, thank you.

Daress cries uncontrollably for days.

((Sorry, you're profile picture kinda ruins this.))

Mc Name: Lukky57 RP Name: Daress Pascal/Larry Writes on a small piece of parchment, "For krugzmas this year, I think I have been a very good boy! I want a beard of a woman dwarf, some enchanted cobwebs, and a new wheel for my bread cart!" finishes writing, he places his note in a bottle giggling like a schoolgirl before sending it off to the wish granting fellows.

Several posters are places around nation's crossing, the GM village spawn, and trees along the road to the dwarvish lands. The poster reads: Hello there! The dwarvish barbering company is now offering a special holiday deal, we will be trimming all female dwarf beards with no charge! As long as no questions are asked, will can make you beautiful once more. Send a bird to Ser Larry((Lukky57)) and he will get back to you quickly. Most barbery visits will be made at the GM village. Murry Krugzmas, and da happy new zear!

((Will there be another one of these events soon?))

Could I be added as the Gold VIP rank? I've had it for a while, it was never changed.

Ok, so I hate to say it because I'm an archer, but to be fair, Telanir, if you haven't thought of it already, maybe also add firing a bow deplete some stamina, considering swinging your sword does. I'm not entirely sure how this would balance/unbalance the system, but I can beat full iron with a couple of arrows at the moment. I see that you get weakness after firing, scratch that. Otherwise, I love it, good work!

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Lukky57 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific Time, US Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, as well as being my first language, many of the games I've played require good grammar, so it has really become a real habit to speak with correct grammar online. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed in other minecraft servers, but never really on a large scale like this, I can’t say I have a large amount of roleplay experience out of that. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read it over and fully agree to the rules. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My friend, who goes by Toxzero, or Vaclav Pascal told me about the server and it really appealed to me as a good community to join. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: This is my first 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/! : Will do. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplay occurs when people take on a new persona and begin to interact with each other as though in a real world, often this world is a fantasy or futuristic, but many times it can be the modern world we live in today. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is the act of acquiring knowledge out of character and applying it to your character even though your character has not actually learned of this information. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when someone uses emotes to control a battle or situation to their own advantage, not giving anything to the other players. For example “Ferdinand is stunned as his opponent suddenly lurches forward and faints.” While the other player is quite angry for not getting a choice of his own. In-Character Details Character Name: Mannoc Nevermoor 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: Mannoc was born to a family of four in Moraton. His family consisted, of himself, his eight year old brother, his mother and his father. Mannoc’s father was known around the town as drunk, once a respected town official, he was stripped of his rank after he was caught taking bribes from nearby nobles who wanted to control the trade within the village in order to make themselves a profit. As Mannoc grew up, his mother and elder brother taught him how to hunt and how to sell. His elder brother, Diraw, taught him the art of the bow. They spent the weekends going through the forests; his brother taught him how to use the forest to hide yourself and get as close as possible to your prey. He taught how to fully pull back the bow and force the most accuracy and power into the shot. Diraw spent hours teaching the proper way to fletch an arrow and how to string a bow. These all proved to be life changing lessons for survival in the forest. But, Mannoc still had his passion for the city life. Mannoc loved bartering and fighting for the best price, often spending much of his day selling his mother’s freshly baked bread and his brother’s pork from the previous hunt. He would easily use up hours of his day getting the best deals for his family’s goods. Mannoc was now sixteen, his brother had moved away to try to become an archer for any kingdom that would take him. Only but one week after his brother left, his father beat his mother in a drunken rage. Immediately she took Mannoc and anything they could carry and fled from their father to the great city of Solice. His mother got a small job of helping in a bakery and Mannoc was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of an experienced Elven merchant whose name was Rilion. Mannoc spent many years with Rilion, not only learning the tricks of the trade, but gaining real experience by taking long travels with the elf across many parts of Asulon. From the Great Strigzgoi Capital of the Orcs to the Stunning nature of Elven Capital cities; his favorite place he traveled was the Elven Great Tree, Mannoc could not describe the feeling he felt, he truly fell in love with the sight, urging Rilion to let them stay longer, but eventually Mannoc was persuaded to leave. Mannoc learned key strategies to attracting customers to his wares, as well as what different races are usually attracted to. Gems and new tools for the Dwarves, and Dwarven made weaponry for the Orcs. He caught on quickly to how to tell how much coin a man carries, and how to get maximum profit from each of his customers. By the time Mannoc was 22, he received news that his father had been imprisoned for starting a fight at the bar. Of course, Mannoc had no wish to see his father, he dismissed the letter and decided not to tell his mother. Mannoc’s mother was starting to become old and frail, but was still leading a surprisingly happy life. Mannoc had grown into an average human male. Perhaps a bit under the average he was 5’9”. He was fair skinned and had small blue eyes, having only a slight muscle tone; Mannoc only got out every so often to go hunting and rarely did much hard labor. He decided it was time he went off and started his own business; his mother knitted him a wool cap before he left, and saying their goodbyes, he launched his new life into the rest of Asulon. What are your characters ambitions?: Mannoc wants to travel the roads as a merchant, so someday he may make his riches. Though a possible hidden dream is to be like his brother and become an expert bowman and hunter, longing to gain the honor and glory his brother received. But he does not know yet whether he will ever follow that path. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://i.imgur.com/PyOS8.png Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He enjoys hunting and practicing archery in his past time, and is a very good people person. His parents were quite racist, especially his father who has a large distaste for Dwarves, Mannoc tries his best to be fair to everyone, especially for his business's sake, but occasionally racist comments will enter his mind when provoked. 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 am pushing my way passed all the bustling members of this grand city as I hear the loud distinct cry of a dwarf struggling to attract customers to his wares. He has a scraggly brownish-red beard and is bald which is not uncommon for most Dwarves. He continually is yelling at nearby travelers to come take a gander at his goods, obviously not a very experienced merchant; I walk up to him. “Hello there!” I say smoothly to him, he is about to yell at another customer when he turns to look at me and quickly says “Well hello, are ye interested in buyin’ some of my fine cargo? I’ve got it all, wool, ores, stone, tools, gems, even some of them fancy watches and compasses!” I am a bit caught off guard by the sudden barrage of questions but pull myself together and ask him, “Well, I’m actually interested in this nice little stall you've got here. How long have you been at this selling business?” As this dwarf seems a bit of a newbie to the trade I thought I might give him some of my experimental ideas to see if he’ll test them out for me. “Oh well I’d say I’ve been at it for a good, well I don’t know, five days?” “How many customers have you had?” I ask dryly, hoping not to insult the man. “Well, it seems to be a bit slow around here, I've only made five sales, I think it’s that damn food cart across the way, he’s stealing all of my patrons!” After hearing this it only confirms my belief that he is quite a newbie at the art of being a merchant. I decide it’s time to take a little advantage of the little man, and maybe it’ll even get him some business. “Well, I could give you some good advice if you’d like some?” I say slyly to him. “Fire away, human! I’d take advice from anyone who’s willing.” “Back at my old village, I would set up a huge flaming sign above my shop, made from some netherrack I bought from a passing adventurer. My sales went up almost tenfold as people were drawn to my shop!” I say, though of course I've never actually done this for the fear of causing some disaster or looking like a fool, I hoped the dwarf might think differently. “Why, that’s a brilliant idea!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Well, I’ll be on my way then, I wish you luck!” I scurry away into the crowd, I’ll head back there tomorrow to see how well that idea works out. 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? Walking down the road to head back into the city after a long day of traveling I spot a ferocious looking Orc with a deathly stare in his eyes as he yells at the small dwarf. Seeing the situation is getting out of control quickly, I try and sneak off the side and avoid the confrontation entirely; knowing I could probably not help in any way. As I step off the road to head through a trail in the forest, I trip on a low shrub and flick up a rock with my boot as I quickly fall down. With a “Thud” I hit the ground and the same time a “Clink!” as the rock hits the Orc on his helmet. Everything goes silent as the Orc takes his helmet and notices the rather large scratch on his ward-hardened helmet. As though anyone else would not have thought anything to a scratch on an already banged up war-helm, the Orc who was already raging at the dwarf turns to me as I scramble to my feet and slowly back away. As soon as the Orc turns his head, the dwarf is quick enough to dart away down the bend of the road. I am about frozen in fear as the Orc screams his war cry and starts charging at me with his menacingly huge battleaxe swinging above his head. I barely come out of that trance and dive to the side as his axe crunches into the nearest tree, splintering the old oak as though it was a twig. While the Orc gathered himself and looked to where I had gone, I was already sprint at my full speed through the trees, smacking my face into branches, tearing my sleeves on tree bark, all while adrenaline raced through me trying to escape the rampaging Orc. I manage to lose him in all the brush and low hanging vines. I throw myself into the nearest bush, exhausted and praying to the great creator that the Orc should not find me. 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 defenseless man. What does your character do?: I am again traveling town to town in search of somewhere to make my fortune when I see a frail man with a walking stick that is much too small and spindly for his body. And as if my thoughts triggered it, the stick breaks in two and sends a shower of splinters from the center of the broken cane. The man hits the ground with and obvious amount of force but seems not too badly hurt, his coin purse on the other hand tears on the ground with a jagged rock sending his Minas all over the cobblestone pathway. Seeing no one else around to aid him I decide I must go to his assistance. “Need some help with that?” I ask calmly as I start to walk to him. “No, no, don’t trouble yourself I’m fine.” He says, obviously trying to be polite as he drops to the ground a third time trying to stand. I walk over to him and gather his Minas in a pile, I gently say to him. “I’ve got a spare coin purse for you if you’d like to buy one?” “What’s wrong with mine?! I’ve had it for years; I don’t need you to peddle your wares to me!” “Well, I’m afraid to say that yours has torn to pieces after that fall.” “Oh I see.” A frustration is obvious in his voice as he knows he will be forced to buy one of mine. “Well, how much are you charging?” “I’ll give you one for just 5 Minas.” “Are they that expensive nowadays? Pauh, well here you are.” He says angrily after handing me the coins. I decide to do him a favor and tell him to wait here while I go into the forest and search for a more suitable walking stick.