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Atticus comes next to Kaelys, sighing a tad, before turning and shouting to the crowd, "I am very satisfied with my service! Best lumber business ever!"

Minecraft Name: yopplwasupxxx Character name: Julius Bronte Char military history: Julius Bronte has not had the longest military/combat training, but does has some. He was mainly training in swordsmanship by Talibar, a friend of his father, Ivan Bronte. He trained along side his twin brother, Bowen Bronte. As said before, he has some training in swordsmanship and some in hand-to-hand fighting, however his knowledge of martial knowledge halts there. Reason for joining: Julius is wanting to join an order to help prestige his family and to help give honor to his name. He has always dreamed of being a knight or warrior of some kind, and he saw the Ildician Order as a good choice. Skype Name: Yopplwasupxxx Pledge of Loyalty: I, Julius Bronte, do solemnly swear to serve the Ildician Order until death or release from the binds of this vow. I shall use my skill to protect the grand leaders of the Adunia and in turn the people they lead, I shall bring honour to my race and my Order, and I shall prove myself worthy to hold a position among it. If I am to forsake this oath, may my head be swept from my body and my remains left to rot, never to join my forefathers in the lands beyond. I swear this oath upon my life and all that I hold dear, before the leaders of our race and the Creator above.

Brandon's soul thinks Eoghan didn't deserve no note.

Brandon Marsh climbs up the ladder to the top of the small wall fortification surrounding the Adunian city. Rope in hand, as he climbs up, reaching the top finally, placing the rope down. He looks across the landscape outside of the small town, seeing the dwarven cities in the distance, and to the back of him, a city in the making. He sighs a tad bit, looking back at the rope, knowing what he must do. He leans out of the canopy of the small guard’s tower, the one left of the gate. He ties one end of the rope to the edge of the overhang, letting the rope hang down. Looking at this, he tries a hoop in the rope with enough space to wrap around his neck. He looks at his work, before stepping back, thinking for a moment. He runs down into the city, grabbing a quill, ink, and multiple sheets of paper. He enters Han’s office building, making sure no one was in there, as he begins to write multiple notes: To My Loving Father, Thordin I know I have made many mistakes throughout my life, after betraying you and never actually loving you as I should. I failed you father, I am dearly sorry. I will always love you father, always. You raised me since I was born, taught me to walk, taught me to talk, and taught me to love. You should me the world; you opened my eyes to what was there. You gave me everything, yet I gave nothing in return. I failed you father, I am so sorry I will always love you, Bran To My Uncle Gideon Gideon, you have led our family through tough times, through the thick and thin. You never gave up hope; you led us to greatness with the other Adunians. Uncle, I will always love you, and may the clan grow throughout the ages. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To My Uncle Audin Audin, you were my favorite uncle by far. Just don’t tell the others that. You were always the faithful one, the one who led me back to the Old Faith. You showed me what it meant to be an Adunian, to be a Marsh. I hope you will become a true Father one day. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To My Uncle Jacob Jacob, you were always an interesting one. I never actually understood you, but I loved you anyhow. Just try not to get into any other fights with frost witches. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To My Cousin Erik Erik… You are the most perverted man I know. You can never stay on one woman, even for one day. You cheat, you lie, and you break hearts. And that is why I love you. Keep doing what you’re doing. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To Clan Wodesome It was nice being able to see our cousins again after so long. Chieftain Erik Wodesome, I hope your clan grows with my family, and may we even grow larger together. Blood is thicker than Wine, remember that. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To Konrad Heinsreich You were probably the better earl out of all of them. Just saying, you had the most unique accent I have ever seen, and I’ve been around Anthos a few times. I hope good fortunes to your clan, and may your ship still sail. I will never forget that boat ride with you Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To Elros Leydon, You trained me since I was seven years of age. You knew me inside and out. You trained me hard; you made me who I was today. Forgive me, Elros, after everything I did. I hope this reaches you. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh To Caln McHarnish, Caln, I am sorry. You were right, Adunia was the wrong choice. I betrayed you; I threw away everything you ever gave me. Caln, I saw you as a second father, and I loved you as such. There is not a single day I regret what I did. I should have stayed with the rangers. I should have known. Goodbye, Brandon Marsh Finishes his letters, his hand aching, as he places down the quill, looking outside the office building. Tapping his fingers on the wood desk, he thinks for a moment, before writing one last note. Dear Lachlan, Lachlan, you were always the favorite picker. May you burn in the nether where you belong. With lots of love, Brandon Marsh Smirking, he grabs the notes, heading back to the canopy. He places the notes next to the ledge, as he wraps the hoop of the rope around his neck, looking down to the ground. “May the Three guide may actions… My Family, my friends, all of them….” He steps into the air, the air rushing to him as his neck pulled by the rope. His body flails for a moment, before he stops, him giving to last of his life before dying, slipping away from the real world.

((Adoption is the only way, Clan Marsh has adopted two people already and other clans have done so before.))

Brandon Marsh looks at the message, laughing hard "Wow, 'e must be tat desperate..." He walks away, laughing.

((Hope you guys become a full-fledged clan soon. Would be nice to have a clan that is generally friendly to the Marsh))

Brandon Marsh looks at the Wodesomes, seeing the same facial features as his kin "Ah marsh alroight..." he mumbles to himself. Maybe having a sept family won't be so bad.

((Don't we have like 14 clans now XD))

((This should be fun))

Brandon Marsh looks at the new grave for Eoghan in the wilds camp, bowing his head slightly, saying a small prayer. He looks back up towards the grave, before saying: "May 'is soul 'ind peace. Ye 'ill be missed, Eoghan"

OOC Mc Name: Yopplwasupxxx Age: 15 Skype Name: You have it already Gender: Male IC The desired Marsh: Brandon Marsh Character age: 6 Skills: Loves to play games with the other kids, and loves to play with his toy sword Short Bio: Brandon was born from Thordin Marsh. He had a first few years, under the guidance of his kind father. He has dreams of being a strong warrior, maybe even to become a knight. He loves to explore, and ask many questions. He looks up to Gideon Marsh the most, and sees Caln McHarnish as a second father to him. He moved with Gideon after he called them here, and has lived with Gideon ever since.

You see a note attached to the already existing poster "We request any and all students to report to the Ishikawa Manor located in Yamamoto County as soon as possible. If unsure of the location, please send bird to me, Satomi Shimazu (/msg Yopplwasupxxx). Also,if you are interested, you may wish take up arms into the Ishikawa military after your training, however this is not required, only recommended by the Ishikawa Family and by me. May the creator bless your path and have a pleasant day" -Satomi Shimazu, Baron of Yamamoto and Marshal of the Ishikawan Military

Toruug looks at the board, smiling "Mi ruunger! Mi bubhosh strongz bruddah!" he smiles, clapping hands in excitement. "Mi shuwz pinkzkinz mi strongz, agh latz bi weukz!" Toruug then commences to walk away from the board, keeping his smile and excitement.

Satomi Shimazu at the scroll, reading it over and over again. He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. "Brother... how...?" He feels tears begin to swell in his eyes, but brush them away. "Stay strong... he is a traitor.." he reminds himself, putting the scroll down. "My brother is a traitor... he is not... by the creator... how..." he leans back into the chair, looking out onto the Ishikawa Manor, thinking of what his brother must think of this. "He is a trai-.. no... yes... he is my brother..."

Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Yopplwasupxxx How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone: EST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: My main Roleplaying knowledge comes from table-top DND, however, I have played on other minecraft Roleplaying servers, such as Gildorym, Uthrandir, and the Bashcraft Server How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: From a group of friends Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81927-human-daeruim-doran/#entry705446 Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):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__2300__gopid__21081590#entry21081590 Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The art of acting as a non-fictional/fictional character who is not you Meta-gaming: Using knowledge from a OOC inside the Roleplaying but your character should not know the OOC Info. Power-emoting: Doing a emotion/action that you determine the outcome of before the other reactant can react. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Daeruim Doran Current Age: 20 Sub-race (if any): None Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Born to a middle-class family in Arethor, Daeruim lived a normal life. Father was a merchant, and would constantly leave the city, leaving Daeruim's mother to be his main influence in life. Daeruim has three siblings, two older brothers and one younger. His brothers were loud, and constantly talked of knights and would sword-fight in the house or plaza, but Daeruim was quite different. He subjected himself to his room most of his childhood, keeping himself in books and stories. Daeruim grew quite intelligent, however, traded for his social abilities. He grew shy around other people, and would stutter infront of others. However, one day his father's trading caravan was hit by bandits, killing Daerium's father in the process. His mother, now a widow, was crushed by the loss, and they left the city for a small village. This made Daeruim quite depressed, part of his father's death, but mainly the now lack of knowledge from the books of the city, replaced by the three books he could take before leaving. He was forced into outdoor work, and became quite fond of gardening. He grew older, and more restless, wanting to return to the main city and quench his knowledge. He left the village at age 20, and ventures out into the world. Ambitions for the Future: Wants to become a scholar of a kind, and mayhaps a scribe. Personality: Very shy. However, is very nice to those he trusts, and is very intelligent in many knowledge areas. Skills: Smart, Factual, Farmer Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Hair is brown. Has green eyes, and is middle height. Wears commoner clothes. http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/stephen-graham/ Any other details you wish to share about your character: Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____ 1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do? Answer: Daeruim walking around the city notices the dark clothed man he thinks to himself ‘This man reeks of ill intent but what should I do I just have a book and my trusty dagger.’ Looking around he notices a few guards in the background that could stop the man Daerium yells towards the guards “Guards! Guards! there is a man of suspicion heading towards our noble Emperor’s Palace” the guards look at me in intrigue “What makes you think he has ill intent?” one of the guards say Daerium responds “He is clothed in clothing darker than the night and on the side bulged a hidden sword” the guards nod to Daerium and start walking towards the dark clothed man. “Halt in the name of the Emperor!” one guard says the dark clothed man looks to the guards and begins to run down a dark alleyway with the guards in hot pursuit. Daeruim did not follow them but a few days later there was a schedule execution for a man that look like the person he saw that day. 2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron longsword, how do you react? Answer: Gulping at the sight of them, Daeruim froze into place. He sees the two men, interrogating man, and stares for a good two minutes at them, hearing their rude remarks towards the grizzled, old man. The old man was shaking, almost sweating at the look of it. One of the bandits pulls out a sword and marches to the old man. The old man tries to steady his sword, but fails to stop shaking. This pushes Daeruim over the edge, “Hey! Stop that” Daeruim yells towards the two bandits, already regretting what he just did. Both look back towards him, and the closest to him snickers, “We got some want-to-be hero here!” The second one laughs, “Hey, Visgoth, this is our lucky day! Two in one bargain!” They both began to laugh hysterically, and this made Daeruim pulls out his longsword. “This kid thinks he’s all tough! Visgoth, handle him, and I’ll get the old geyser.” The bandit closest to him comes forward, pulling his mace out. “Sorry kid, lets just hope you have something good on you...” The bandit lunges forwards toward Daeruim, only slightly away from hitting him. Daeruim then tries to lunge back, only to get blocked and Daeruim’s sword flown the other direction. The bandit laughs, kicking Daeruim in the chest to the ground, still laughing. Daeruim, now faced down on the ground, tries to get up, but is stepped on by the bandit on his back. “See, kid? Being hero ain’t so easy. You’ll be lucky to live if you beg now. Who knows? I sure do need a slave for...” The bandit rants on, as Daeruim clenches dirt and a rock into his palm of his hand. Daeruim quickly turns onto his back, knocking the bandit off of him and tripping backwards. Daeruim then throws the rock and dirt towards the band, blinding him. “My eyes!” The bandit screams, as he drops his mace. Daeruim quickly goes for it, then stands before the bandit, the bandit being unarmed. “Give me that back!” The bandit yells, itching his now red eyes. Daeruim does not respond, but trusts towards the bandit’s head, shattering the skull. Now, with his shirt stained in blood, he looks towards the other bandit, who is a on top of the old man, yelling at him. The other bandit looks back, seeing his buddy dead, jumps up and runs towards Daerium. “I will kill you! I will ki-” He stops in mid sentence, as Daeruim sees a small blade poking through the bandit’s chest. The bandit falls down onto the ground, bleeding out. The old man walks towards Daeruim, weary looking and slouching. “Thanks kid... Want a drink?” Daeruim, confused, responds, “I guess?” 3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colorful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens). Answer: Daeruim sees the man and his store full of different items then he notices a book on the book it’s title is “Aegis: Before the Tide.” Daeruim eyes opened, seeing this and thought ‘Yes! I have finally found it!’ he looks into his Minas pouch and sees he has only 50 Minas he looks to the books price and it is set to around 100-150 Minas ‘Blast well let see if he is willing to haggle.’ He begins to walk towards the man and, reaching his stall, calls to him, “Good sir I have a question on one of these books you have” the salesman walks towards Daeruim and smiles “Aye? What be your question milord?” he asks. Daeruim points towards the book and queries “That price is too high for my budget have you a heart to haggle for it?” The salesman laughs and nods saying, “By all means milord”. He then grabs the book and walks back to the counter and continues to talk “Now milord, this book is a relic from the old days. But since you seem like a good fellow I’ll lower the price to 75 Minas would that be a fair price?” Daeruim shakes his head and asks “Is there any chance to lower it to 35 Minas and I’ll trade you my old book about the Undead of Aegis?” The salesman smiles “Milord that be a mighty fine trade ye be dealing there I say we have a deal!” they shake hands and hand each other the items in the deal “Have a pleasant day milord!” Daeruim nods while smiling he finally got the book he was looking for.

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Yopplwasupxxx How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone: EST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: My main Roleplaying knowledge comes from table-top DND, however, I have played on other minecraft Roleplaying servers, such as Gildorym, Uthrandir, and the Bashcraft Server How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: From a group of friends Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):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__2220__gopid__20946913#entry20946913 Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The art of acting as a non-fictional/fictional character who is not you Meta-gaming: Using powers and hacking abilities to use powers that your character does not have and creates havic in the Roleplaying Power-emoting: Doing a emotion/action that you determine the outcome of before the other reactant can react. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Daeruim Doran Current Age: 20 Sub-race (if any): None Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Born to a middle-class family in Arethor, Daeruim lived a normal life. Father was a merchant, and would constatly leave the city, leaving Daeruim's mother to be his main influence in life. Daeruim has three siblings, two older brothers and one younger. His brothers were loud, and constantly talked of knights and would sword-fight in the house or plaza, but Daeruim was quite different. He subjected himself to his room most of his childhood, keeping himself in books and stories. Daeruim grew quite intelligent, however, traded for his social abilities. He grew shy around other people, and would stutter infront of others. However, one day his father's trading caravan was hit by bandits, killing Daerium's father in the process. His mother, now a widow, was crushed by the loss, and they left the city for a small village. This made Daeruim quite depressed, part of his father's death, but mainly the now lack of knowledge from the books of the city, replaced by the three books he could take before leaving. He was forced into outdoor work, and became quite found of gardening. He grew older, and more restless, wanting to return to the main city and quench his knowledge. He left the village at age 20, and ventures out into the world. Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Wants to become a scholar of a kind, and mayhaps a scribe. Personality:[/b] Very shy. However, is very nice to those he trusts, and is very intelligent in many knowledge areas. Skills:[/b] Smart, Factual, Farmer Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Hair is brown, with a beard growing from the lack of shaving. Has green eyes, and is middle height. Wears commoner clothes. Link Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] [b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] [i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i] ____ [b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b] Answer: I would become frightened, and yell for the guards frantically. I would explain of the man sneaking into the building, but in a scarred tone. However, if the guards would not believe me, I would think they had something apart of it, and leave the city as quickly as I could. [b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armor and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b] Answer: I would gulp, and try to walk away from the fight. However, as I started to walk away, I would feel guilt, and walk towards the armed bandits. I then would freeze up as I got too close to them, scared from the chance of dying, but scared of knowing if I did not help, he would die. Keeping my best not to stutter, I would ask them to stop. [b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colorful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b] Answer: I would ask for any books they might have, and see if they had anything I did not. I would cross my fingers, hoping to find something interesting. If I found a rare book from times long gone, I would give a generous price, as my knowledge of haggling is limited, thanks to my shyness. He asks if I collect these types of books, and I would say yes.