j76goatboy

Ok, thanks for the advice. Is there a global map of all of the world to know where I want to go?

Greetings! I am a noob for many of you (all of you) who don't know! My current career on the server has just been aimless wanderings admiring all of the cool architecture before dieing due to hunger+small fall. Anywho, I need someone to point me in the right direction for what to do! I love the theme, ideas, and role-play of the server ( I've had 1 or 2 exciting events) but I dont know how to start life for myself. My character (High Elf) is a wandering scholar skilled in melee combat and has dreams of one day becoming a skilled sorcerer. Help! Thank for for you time to read this and I await your anwesers!

Sorry guys

Greetings fellow people of Lotc! This is day 3 for me on the server after being accepted and white-listed ( below is the link) and today when I try to go on I get this message " You are not white-listed on this server!". I've been on twice before. Did I get banned from the server? http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/82589-elf-vulameberr-kindheart-application/#entry712457

Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Fallenangel700 How old are you?: 13 years old Time-Zone: U.S.A Central Have you read,understood and agreed to the rules?: I have read, understood, and agreed to the rules of the server. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Although this is my first really strict role-playing experience, I have played World of Warcraft, D&D, and some other role playing games. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A good friend’s cousin is a moderator and he recommended the server to me because I've been interested in Minecraft role play. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will once I have submitted this to The Lord of the Craft forums. Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read the lore of the elves and will have followed it in my biography. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: When a person takes on the role of another identity and talks, walks, and acts as that identity would. Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you are role-playing and you use information that your character wouldn't know but you do. It’s not fun or fair when an old farmer that has not been ten miles from home knows about the secret inner workings of the fabric of reality. Power-emoting: Power-emoting is when you force actions upon another player through emoting and not giving them any option or chance to react. Example: You can’t assume that the turtle slow old man over there isn't a spy under cover. He might be the great grand master of kung-fu for all you know! So you can’t just go *I creep up behind you and run you through with my dual daggers! Thus you DIE!* In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Vulameberr Kindheart Current Age: 22 Sub-race (if any): High Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Vulameberr is a High Elf but he might just be the strangest Elf in the land for he is of full elf blood but raised by human parents. His name means clever forest bow in the ancient elven tongue and his last name comes from his parents. He never found out just how he came to his Human parents but he suspects it has something to do with gambling. Vulamebeer’s human parents are semi-wealthy farmers whose house rests just to the side of a very beaten trade route. Although Vulameberr is fully an elf, he knows nothing of their traditions and only of human nature and curiosity. He spent much of his child hood out working the fields from dawn to dusk, until his hands where raw and bloody with blisters. He felt his eleven compassion for nature deep within himself and that is the only thing that made farming just, just bearable for him but he still loathed it with all of his heart. Sometimes, when he was out plowing the fields, the breeze would catch just right to relax his muscles and he would lean on the plow and stare off into the distance dreaming of other places, other people, and other things than this farm. After supper every day him and his mother would have a tutoring time about a great variety of topics and through this he learned to read and write the common tongue and he read a many tales and found a keen interest in myths of the old and tree hugging dryads, treasure hording dragons, soring drakes, and the dead resurrected. When he became old enough, he started to work his family’s trade post out by the road for the passing merchants for most of his days. This is what took on his true passion. Not because he loved selling or haggling but because he loved hearing all of the wonderful, adventurous tales of far off lands from travelers. Here was the seed being planted for adventure. After several years of hearing of adventure, Vulameberr could not stand it any longer! He had to see and experience these things first hand and upfront! So, one cold Fall night, he packed his bags and left home, leveeing a note that read “This is not the life for me. I’m setting off to other lands. Do not follow me. I wish you the best of times –Your Beloved Son” Saying goodbye with not easy for Vulameberr for he had grown close to his family but he could not bear the thought of living a mere farmers life (even a wealthy farmer) and growing old welding a hoe. So off set a young (18) naive boy never to return again. It was do or die on the road. The first several months he spent in the wilderness, half-starved and living off bush berries and the occasional charred hair. As weeks turned to months and then years, Yulameberr mastered the skills of survival in the wild and his visits towns for no longer than a day, gathering as much information as possible, before heading back out into wild in search for more knowledge and adventure. He keeps a journal and notes on everything he sees of importance and has a dedicated a half of his notes to the magical arts. Ambitions for the Future: Vulameberr’s quest for knowledge is an eternal never ending quest for adventure and understanding the world around him. He dreams of one day becoming a master of magic and pursuing all of it hidden secrets. Personality: Vulameberr is a very careful observer that thinks before he speaks and is very useful of his showed emotions and tone to shift the conversation, unless talking to a trusted friend. Long years in the wild alone have had him very defensive and ever vigilant and very rarely has let his guard down but, when he does, he has a very merry sense of humor. If he sees any kind of teasing or bullying of any creature or race , Vulameberr stands up for the right thing to do with ferocity that is unmatched anywhere (even a blood raged dwarf). Although he stands up for what’s right, he does not fully decline a little mischief were he sees fit (it’s also called revenge). After all, you always have to have a bit of fun every once in a while, right? Skills: Years of dangerous situations in the wild his forced him to learn to use anything and everything as a weapon. He is a novice-adept at most weapons including daggers, short swords, long swords, staffs and bows. His endurance is extremely high and also is his acrobatic skills in the tree tops. The only skills he has truly mastered is the skills of observation and survival. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Vulameberr his piercing blue eyes and dirty blond hair with green light armor/travel clothes . (I couldn't get the screen-shot to show up so I attached the file to the thread. Sorry for the complication) Any other details you wish to share about your character: None 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. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react? Answer: Carefully creeping through the thick underbrush I notice some commotion down the way. Still staying hidden I move closer and I find a small wood elf child being mocked by Elf adults. Realizing there is no immediate danger, reveal myself to the group and move in-between the adults and the child. The adults are surprised at first but then they quickly recover. “Pathetic. Pathetic I say! You low lings have nothing better to do!? BEGONE!” *The lead elf from the group steps forward* “Aww, we were just having a little bit a fun with our friend ahh ahhhah Alfric. Ya that’s his name Alfric” With a mocking tone. *With one swift motion I slide my staff from my bag and make a lighting fast stroke towards the elf’s rib cage with the staff* *The lead elf attempts to sidestep but fails and the staffs hits true fracturing several ribs with a crunch. He falls yelping* *The other group members charge and one jumps on my back but is quickly thrown off* *Realizing this is a battle I can’t win I turn and run, picking up the wood elf with one hand and placing him on my back* Once the elf group was far behind so I could just here there shouts I set the Wood Elf child down and say “Go home now and stay away from those people” He nods and thanks me ,looking shy, then runs off. I go in the opposite direction to prevent the elfs from following him home and to give them a false trail. 2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do? Answer: I’m wondering about just what did make up reality when I catch a fast flicker of movement out of my right eye. Spinning 90 degrees, I draw my dual wielded daggers and prepare to strike. An old and frail man stubbles out from behind a tree and collapses. A small bag of coins falls out of his pocket. I release my breath and kneel down to feel his pulse. It’s steady. “That’s a relief. I don’t want to be hunted for murder.” I say *I help the old man up* “Is anything hurt” I ask loud and clear “I think I alright young man, thank you” *I pick up and hand him his bag of coins and along with some extra money* “Are you lost?” “No, no. I’m just heading to the creek when I felt a little faint. I guess I’m just not as young as I used to be these days.” He laughs a hardy laugh then he starts to cough. “I wish you the best of times my new friend” *I hand him his walking stick and (after making sure he can walk) set off again humming a tune that a bard taught me long ago.” 3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved). Answer: In the center of the clearing stood a colorfully decorated carriage with a very egger looking man in it. With an overly happy voice “Greetings fellow traveler! And welcome to my wares! Would you like to try out my latest pair of leather boots!” *He holds up a pair of not so flatting leather boots* “There the finest in the land! But normally these would cost you 400 coins! But ,because I like you, I’ll sell them for the low, low price of 300!” This guys a joke! But, as I glance at my own feet, I am needing a new pair of boots. “I’ll give you 50” I just got to play it straight “Not a chance! I’ll go down to 325 for ya” Forget playing it straight I think “ What kind of fool do you think I am? Stop trying to milk my coin bag like a cow. I’ll give you 50 for those boots take it or leave it.” Looking a little red in the face he says “Ok” and hands me the boots without another word and I give him a bag of 40 coins and turn on the point and set off from where I came.