theflyingpen

Researcher or Laborer Your Name: Valmir Audane Your MCName: theflyingpen Your Skype: I believe you have it. Race: Mali'Aheral. Age: 300 years young. Gender: Male. Do you require housing?: Absolutely Division Sought: Research and Retrieval . Magical Ability: Sensory Illusion, lightning evocation. If None, Willingness to Learn: Only a fool would refuse to learn.

I rate ate/ate.

Valmir notices said display and makes a sharp turn. Quest over, GG no RE.

Upon hearing the news of the greatest discovery in the world, Valmir's curiosity begins to get the best of him. He begins gathering supplies and dragging chest after chest to his hidden cove to prepare his ship of legend, the SS Nauttajetski, for her greatest voyage yet. Valmir prepares his hidden ship for the treacherous seas, his mind for the grueling voyage, his spirit to keep his faith strong. He checks the sails, made only on the finest bras of the land, for maximum bust (to catch the most wind of course). After seeing these are up to par he heads below deck. He makes sure his barrels of oil are absolutely full and fully stocked. His library full of the nation's best adult literature to ensure his travels will not become too dull. He ties his authentic Adunian kilt around his waist, ridding himself of the restrictions of undergarments. He says in his sexy voice. "I must wear my kilt... /Real/ men wear kilts." Quickly realizing his manly garb is incomplete he buckles his fanny pack tightly around his hip before topping his head with his newest hat, a "Fedoro." He opens his bar to reveal the best vodkas the Ruskans has to offer, next his one of a kind Hansettian Beer-Shoe. He sits down for a brief snack of Auvergene bread, which is as hard as always resulting in a cracked tooth. After shattering three teeth he stands up from the table and pats his Southeron fertility art statue's head before heading upstairs. Seeing that his preparations are complete he unmoors his vessel and takes his slav-squatting position by the wheel as his ship drifts out to sea. He promises himself to not come back until he has found a fine mermaid to bring home preferably one with a large rump for he likes big butts and he cannot lie.

Valmir Audane face-palms at the relatively standard sword before turning on his heel and walking away to fetch something himself.

OOC: IGN: theflyingpen Skype: theflyingpen Time Zone: EST IC: Name: Valmir Audane Age: 180-ish Race: Mali'Aheral Place of Residence: The Conclave Why do you want to become a blacksmith/to join?: I am looking to continue my practices after finding out that to make any use of the forge within the Conclave I am required to pay for each and every use regardless upon the intent. If you are a blacksmith, how long have you been one? I have been a smith for roughly five years after Gwindor had shown me the ropes for two and had helped train me to the point where I was able to practice on my own. How experienced do you think you are? While I am more of a jeweler by trade and desire I have been more forced to focus on weapons and armor as those are the ones that people are more apt to search for. I am talented in Jewelry, experienced in weapon forging although I have little practice in any sort of armor crafting besides the most basic types or armor. Do you have any techniques or ideas to share or work on within Grand Hammer?: While I have created one or two specific masterpieces those only came about after months upon months of metalworking and sharpening. I attribute their creation to Gwindor's assistance, top quality metals, and sheer luck. Tell us about yourself(2 paragraphs max): While I was born on Aegis I have no true memories of my life until the very first day of Auslon, I was one of the first off the boat onto the lands that would have been Malinor and began by working hard. I spent most of my time reading and dreaming of becoming a mage. On Anthos I had joined the Arcane Delvers and spent nearly two decades there before I finally left and worked my way up the Laurir of Lenniel during the days of Malinor. My town was claimed from under my feet as I woke up one day and everything in the middle of my town was removed and grown into trees and since then I have been part of the Conclave.

I'm hoping this will keep things running smoothly for all.

Valmir sighs as he reads the numerous papers that liter the walls and forest floors. To him it was clear that no one truly researches any of their claims or goals. The old city is far from salvageable for the time being and with the constant threat of war, simply trying to gather a group of citizens to just ask the council out of position is about the last thing to happen. He walks to his home and kisses his fiance deeply before locking himself in his lavish study. He locks the door behind him and removes his bottle of whiskey and shot glass from his hidden alcove and downs four stiff shots. He removes a quill and a sheet of paper and begins to write. "My love, I am writing this note as a farewell. There is another threat to the Mali as a whole. This one is more idiotic than the rest. This is a counter-revolution that wants the same thing as the established revolution that we have worked so hard on. I must say my farewells now as I must put a stop to this. Please take care of our child my love... Our love was something nothing short of amazing but I am being called." He takes a final shot before picking up a hammer at his side. He looks to the glass box to his side... the box he wished he would have never needed to open. He closes his eyes and shatters the glass with a single blow and reaches in removing a mask from the rack. It begins.

Valmir listens to the words spoken by the new prince and shakes his head thinking to himself of the false accusations made by yet another invisible council member of the nation to this day he still loves. He had spent the previous fifty years of his life inside of the nation serving not only as a soldier but also as a friend and servant of the people and had built one of if not the most successful Malinor towns to date out of love for his people. He looks down to his scared hands as he hears the claims of the sky god granted walls and homes that he has spent the past six months working on. He has neglected his daughter, his adopted son, and his long time lover. Disappearing yet again to spend time working for his race instead of his own flesh and blood. A flash of anger courses through his veins before he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and thinks. "These disappearing leaders know not what they speak of, they have not seen the endless days I or my friends have endured to build these walls, or the endless hours spent in the mines searching for this beautiful stone. I have spent all of my personal resources to even build any aspect of this town as others have. This man only speaks out of spite and ignorance without even taking the time to confront a worker that his leadership has alienated." "I pray only that my family, friends, and the workers who have toiled for over a year to make a dream a reality may be safe from those who's heads have been topped with their own rears."

This is quite a nice piece of work my friend. +1 ol' chap.

I can see this having potential. As long as it's really used as a last resort to constant harrassment, honestly trolly RP, and a better catch all for anyone breaking/bending/slipping around previously established rules and not a (And I'm sure some people will pull this card) "I don't like this rp, we have to stop because it's in the rules," it will work.

"2,300 for the man." -Valmir A.

Valmir Approaches the poster and scrawls a comment towards the bottom, "I offer 1,900 minas for said man, the exchange would have to be within neutral grounds such as the Cloud Temple."

yus!

Half of the fun of magic was the search. Some people didn't learn magic because of who their characters came off as. I'm fine with the idea of making things equal in regards to tier, now anyone can call themselves a wizard but their still limited in regards to their level of power, but I feel as if this change might have come a little early without a finished magic plugin for next to no players can actually make use of one. well at least plate mail slows people down via nexus

Sodomites...

Greedy mc greedy here looking to get me a bird or a nice breakfast

I would be interested in Syla, we've talked about it somewhat already. If you'd like me to I would be willing to give him a go.