Benny_Fool

A small notice has been nailed to the announcement board in Lenfarthing and reads as such: Attention residents of Lenfarthing! Someone has left the pen open and all the live stock has escaped! Our current stock consists of 1 cantankerous chicken. If you see any loose livestock, please bring it to the pen! Signed, Felix Featherfoot ((Perhaps we could make an event out of this.))

Are the Orc clan's warring amongst themselves for the fort?

((Posco asked me to write a poem for a book he's working on, and I said I'd post it on the forums. So I did.))

Felix Featherfoot sits in his burrow, hunched over a piece of paper. Posco Bramble had asked him to write a poem for a book of his, and for an hour since he had sat at his desk and written the aforementioned poem. Much later, with a sigh of relief, he pushes away from his desk, grabs an envelope and heads for his door. Upon reaching the door, he stops to read his poem. The paper reads; I've heard the tale of wheat and ale I'm heading off to the Dales To Lenfarthing Oh what joy does it bring! Flaxen fields, and flaxen hair Oh do all the ladies look so fair In Lenfarthing Where merry haflings sing! Friends carousing around the hearth Laughing, and drinking with such mirth In Lenfarthing Where full tankards cling! Simples days spent in the sun in the fields where little folk run To Lenfarthing! Where true happiness is a thing! After he finishes reading the poem, Felix walks towards Posco's burrow, humming a small tune as he goes into the night.

+1 for handling the halflings in a respectable manner.

I'm not really an active orc player at all, but a nation-wide quest to find ancient shamanistic teachings would be cool. On a side note, it might somehow tie into the new antagonist story line. It's just a thought though. Edit: This would really work if all the teaching shamans were lost.

((Haha sorry, I assumed since you were in the farm.))

Felix turns to the farmer halfling, wipes his hand on his pant, extends his hand and says "Me name is Felix Featherfoot. I'm a bard of sorts."

So it will burn?

As a halfling, I dare say I will remain completely unaffected by this. Now that I think it through, Lenfarthing will probably burn at some point.

As the morning sun rises and the dew glistens on the grass, so did Felix Featherfoot stumble into Lenfarthing looking quite a mess. His clothes are tattered and worn through with holes, and his face is smudged with dirt. Despite his outwards appearance Felix feels refreshed to be back home and heads towards his burrow. ((I'm back from my rather unexpected departure from the server. I'm glad to be back though.))

((This has renewed my interest in being an Orc. Having different clans will make it alot more interesting, besides, Orcs are supposed to be a fractured race.))

((Darn, I thought I had finally secured a burrow.))

((Didn't know it was occupied. The cobwebs and all may have given me that impression, as well as IC coversation.))

Felix Featherfoot sits in the Lumpy Pumpkin late at night writing a letter by the dim glow of a candle . After looking the vellum over, he signs the bottom of the page and seals it with the wax of the nearby candle. The letter reads; Dear Elders, I send this letter in regards of securing a burrow of my own. As you may know, a burrow by the name of Grimeburrow lays on the outside of town comfortably nestled in a hill. This burrow is seen as a eye sore on our fine community, and a fright for the children. Therefore I, Felix Featherfoot, propose a mutually beneficial agreement for both of our parties; I shall move into Grimeburrow and proceed to refurbish and clean it of the cobwebs which currently hang in it, which will better the image of the community, yet I shall also have furnished myself with a living space where I can settle down, and become a more productive and happy member of the village. Thank you for your time, Felix Featherfoot. Felix rises from his chair, waves at the innkeeper, and heads to the post office. He whistles a lilting tune as he strolls down the path.

Want. I would totally rp a Man-Frog.

Felix stands among the crowd, and stares sadly at the scene. He begins a low dirge-like tune, and turns to walk away from the mourning little folk. Tears have been shed Red eyes, wailing voices Yet Bili lays at peace in bed

Felix Featherfoot gathers in the center of Lenfarthing, brandishing a lute. He begins to strum the instrument, and breaks into song. A great terror reigned in the woods north of Lenfarthing where halflings stood Two delvers, and two little folk near true evil's master stroke watching flashing of lights fireballs and lightning strikes A great cackle, some say a screech chilled the blood of the four in reach A delver blown asunder by spells a crack, a boom, and great trees fell A evil presence grew in the woods north of Lenfarthing where the halflings stood Then eight heroes arrayed and on that grim day they battled with honor valor and might, then dark came, and so fled the light Around them the witch's fell fire's roar when hope itself seemed forlorn a strange spoken being held its staff and so light shone down the witch's laugh A evil prescence lay dead in the woods north of Lenfarthing where the halflings stood As he finished his poem, a chill wind blew from the Witch Woods, and all the gathered halflings stole glances into its shadowy depths.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Benny_Fool How old are you?: I am 17. Time-Zone/Country of Residence:U.S. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about LotC through a google search. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:N/A 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/! : I have. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:The act of playing/acting a character In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: The abuse of out of character information to the benefit of your character in-game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: The abuse of rp through non-consented actions, ex. "Urist Mcmeta pushes !!Generic_Goblin!! down the stairs." Urist Mcmeta would be promptly accused of power-emoting. In-Character Details Character Name: Krag Character Race: Orc 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: Krag was born 20 years ago into the care of his mother, father, and grandfather. Krag's grandfather, his namesake, descretly taught him the language and honorable ways of Orc culture because his whitewash parents refused to. When Krag was 17 he challenged his father to a honorable klomp. His father had become increasingly whitewash over the years and declined the klomp. Ashamed of his father and mother (whom also opposed the klomp), he left his family and discarded his clan name. His grandfather attempted to follow Krag on his journey, but he died from wounds maintained in a small skirmish with predators. Since then Krag has made his way to the great Orc nation in Asulon and finally feels at home among the other like-minded Orcs. Krag is of a ruddy brown complexion, and crops his jet-black hair into a topknot. He is of the average Orc physique. Two tusks protrude from his mouth. His eyes are a dark brown. He is adorned in the crude armor his grandfather made him before they left his clan. Krag is fond of friends, combat, and ale. He is despairingly lacking in the first as he has just arrived in the region. He is loyal to those who prove themselves, and has zealous respect for his only accepted ancestor, his grandfather. However much Krag may enjoy his comrades and their banter, he shows a darker side during combat or during bursts of blood-lust. What are your characters ambitions?: To appease his grandfather's soul with his actions, and to prove himself as a warrior. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/UQpRV Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Krag has had limited contact with others outside of his tribe and may not know how to interact with other races. 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?In my journey to the land of my people I happened to pass through the town of Arethor. A tattered looking dwarf peddled his wares in the corner of the townsqaure. He called to me telling me of his fine wares. I came up to him and greeted him. “Ug,” I said as I viciously headbutted him in traditional Orcish fashion. He keeled over in pain as blood flowed from his nose. He was obviously not one of the fierce dwarf warriors my grandpa used to talk about in his many war stories. The wealking was not worth my time, so I walked away. 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 am walking down the Oren road, I notice a fellow Orc-brother arguing with a dwarf. The conversation is obviously escalating to violence, so I run in to support my fellow Orc. “LAT WANNA KLOMP, STUNTIE?” I yell at the top of my lungs. “YEAH,” yells my fellow orc, “WE KLOMP LAT FLAT.” We had obviously frightened the dwarf, for he ran down the road as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him. I turned to my new friend and laughed, “We show him! Lil’ stuntie dun know what to do!” We continued down the road, laughing and swapping stories. 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?:[/color][/i]Once again I have found myself to be wandering down a road, and I find I am not the only one traveling it. A decrepit pinkskin is walking down the road as well. As I walk up to him his cane snaps asunder, sprawling him on the ground. As he falls a large bag breaks from his belt and spills onto the ground, revealing his copious amount of shinies. I walk over to him and he looks at me in terror. My boot looms over his face as he blubbers for mercy. I snarl and continue walking down the road. He will die from a predator or the elements anyways. He is not worth the effort. EDIT: Fixed the third ORQ. Thank you for the compliments.