Octavion

((You knew what I meant. No need to discuss this further, this is an RP post so lets keep it that way. An FM is free to hide this if they want, to remove any clutter from here.))

Somewhere in the Seven Skies, Godanistan sheds a single tear. ((It's nice to see that you were willing to come out and actually do this publicly. Not many would be willing to actually make a bi-sexual character.))

A reply is swiftly sent off, carried by an Eventide Levy to be delivered Nym Vala. The message would appear to be of a darkened, brownish color. It would be sealed by a clasp, and on the front would be imprinted the symbol of the Order of the Eventide Dominion. It would read as follows: To Nym Vala, Brother under God, Your application to join the Dominion has been read over by the Inquisitors and Auxiliary Head, and it is appreciated that you desire to enter within the ranks of the Order as a Levy. We have determined that your application will suffice to allow you to enter within our Keeps Halls for an interview conducted by either myself or Inquisitor Viktor. Your skills will certainly be useful to the Order and the Creator, and your desire for more knowledge about the Creator is admirable. You will be contacted with the next couple of Elven days at the most by another messenger of the Eventide who will escort you to our Keep. If all goes well, you will be accepted and given the title of Levy. The Creator bless, Alistair Benedict, Inquisitor

Benedict, Inquisitor in the Eventide Dominion, stands towards the back listening to to the discontent in the crowd with a disgusted expression on his face. He begins to mumble under his breath. "These people call us heinous insults, criticizing our ways when we merely wish to bring peace to these lands? They support a man who committed awful, terrible, and heretical crimes that would be considered immoral to even the most villainous of criminals, yet they harass us? This is truly perplexing." He walks off, confused and upset by the poor reactions of the people when all the Eventide hoped to accomplish was get rid of crime in the streets of Malinor.

(Yeah, this really should be pinned) Under Orders & Cults, could you please add the 'Eventide Dominion'?

Benedict sits down at his desk again the following Elven day, and reads over the new applications. After discussing them with the other Inquisitor, they send the verdicts out. Both messages would read the following: To the Applicant, Your application has been reviewed by the leadership, and we have decided you are fit for entrance in to the Eventide Dominion as levy's, and from there we shall see. You will be sent directions to our new keep within the next Elven day, and once you arrive you will be subject to an interview to see if you are worthy of the Creator and the Dominion. -Inquisitor Benedict The messages is stamped and sealed with the Eventide official symbol

Benedict sits down as his desk, reviewing the applications of the days. Later in night, he sends them back to the applicants. Both messages read the same. Greetings, Applicant, Your application has been reviewed, and you have been deemed acceptable for admittance in to the Eventide Dominion. Messages will be sent to you in the following Elven day which will give you directions to our compound, where an interview will transpire so we may get to know you better, and if you are truly worthy to serve the Dominion and the Creator. -Inquisitor Benedict

Benedict shakes his head before speaking up. "Do you truly think we, of the Creator, are cultists in some disguise? That is one of the craziest conspiracies I've ever heard. Suddenly all who don helms are cultists who are just hiding? That is ridiculous. We have several of the corpses remaining, who I'm sure you could identify. On top of that, I would easily denounce the Dark Fiend Iblees to your face, for I and the others are nothing like those heathens. We took their keep and killed them for the Creator not because we are Gods ourselves, but the true God blessed us on the day of battle."

Benedict snarls under his mask as he watches Art speak towards the Clerics, and begins to mumble under his breath. "It seems someone is jealous that we accomplished what they couldn't do in a whole year, yet we did in just a single day." He begins to walk off, chuckling as he exits Malinor. He prepares for his upcoming plans to assist the Princedom.

Benedict once again chuckles at the man, and begins to speak another time. "Clearly you are inept, and incapable of protecting the lands if you allowed Malinor to suffer for such a long time, yet are as ancient of an Order as you claim. Tell me, does it matter who we follow and who you follow? We want the same thing, peace across these lands, yet you berate us as if we are something lesser. I assure you, we have done more for the Princedom in a mere Elven day then you have your entire lives. As for the Cultists? I assure you, they are dead. Our flag now hangs above their keep, our Dominion standing strong over their now crumbling hold. We made sure they were eradicated thoroughly. There are a mere few left, who will never be able to organize to their once strength. Now, I shall say again what I already said twice. If your goals are truly just, and you actually want to help the Malinorian people, then assist us in our task instead of spewing forth hate and heretical nonsense. We both want the same thing, yet you seem to be unable to grasp such a concept. Benedict steps back again, awaiting another response of heresy.

Benedict lets out a chuckle at the man's words before he begins to speak once again. "Fool. We've arrived here just the past Elven day, and have already taken out an entire group of Iblees cultists who have plagued Malinor for years, haunting and killing her people. What have you done today? Pranced around here, claiming your message of hope, and insulted people who share the very same goals you do. Tell me, heretic, you claim the Creator is a false God? Do you Clerics not follow him yourself? As I said before, if your cause is just, you'd be wise to actually do something for the suffering people of these lands then berate the very ones trying to make their lives better. Pathetic. Come back to these lands once you actually have something useful to contribute, and have the intention of truly helping Malinor's people." He steps back again, once again awaiting Hosper's response.

A man begins to approach the group from the Clerical Order, with two others walking at his sides. They all don black armor, trimmed with a bronze-looking color, and rest their hands upon the hilts of their blades. On their chest rests a symbol of a circle with various lines outstretching from it. For a moment there is silence, though after a moment the middle figure speaks up. "There is nothing to fear any longer, Clerics. We of the Eventide Dominion, fighters of the Creator's Will and Covenant, have arrived in these lands just a month prior and are already making great strides. The cultists you speak of are all dead, their heads now resting from our pikes, their keep in the hands of the Dominion. We are the new protection of Malinor now, and will be protecting these lands from the consuming evil that rests within the world of Anthos. If your goal truly is just, as you claim, you are free to join us in our crusade against villainy." The figure takes a step back, the other two following him. He remains silent, awaiting a response from Hosper.

I'll give the fellow above me a solid 6/10.

Mcname: Octovian10 Forum Name: Octavion Time Zone: EST About how long have you been on the server? Over 2 years. (July 29, 2011) Why you want to be an AT member? I wish to join the AT as I believe I can read applications without bias, and make a fair judgement on said applications. I would be diligent in my work, active, and willing to help out any newbie that may need assistance with topics pertaining to their application. Odd as this may sound, I already read over applications as I find some of them enjoyable to read, and it allows me to learn more about the new members entering our community. This'll just give me more of a reason to do it, and be able to help the server at the same time. If I were accepted, plagiarism would be a big thing to me, as it bothers me when people try to pass other's work of as their own. As well as that, I'd make sure the applicant knew why their applications was denied if it is, and how they can improve upon it on their next app.

Torian furrows his brow as he comes across the message, letting out a sigh as none of the Cultists have been to Malinor, and have actively been trying to stay away from the area so people cease senselessly killing them for their beliefs. "We don't even do anything, yet we still die. That's nice. So much for these religious zealots being 'holy' and 'good'. Disgusting hypocrites."

Another letter is placed outside the Delver Keep, this one written on worn parchment. It is folded in half, and sealed with something that resembles an image of an eye. It would read as follows. I assure you, Delvers, nothing that I wrote was a lie. If someone told you otherwise, so be it, but it is not the truth. Scarlet is a fine condition, and we have been taking excellent care of her. We will agree to hold this meeting outside the gates of the Cloud Temple, a neutral meeting ground in which we assure our safety and yours. We expect that we will be given the Dread Knight Rawrych and the elf Joe Orman (Both alive, and in fine health) in exchange for this 'Scarlet'. With Love, Torian ((12am EST is fine.))

The same box is returned, placed on the ground outside the large gates of the Delver Keep. Looking inside would reveal a note that reads the following. To the Delvers who insist on harassing us, I'd like to begin by clearly this silly misconception profligates such as yourselves seem to hold about us (Mainly as you refuse to allow us to even speak, or explain our Doctrine to you without you attempting to behead us). Our Great and Benevolent Lord is not one of malice, evil, or darkness. Quite the opposite. His goal is merely to liberate us from our weakness and chains, placed upon us by the Malevolent Creator. I'd go as far as saying he's one of love, and compassion. Your hypocrisy truly shines in this note. You attack us for, mainly, religious reasoning, claiming that we are somehow evil. Yet you threaten us daily, send raids after us, and torture those of the Faith, among other heinous crimes. Yet you still insist that we are the ones of 'darkness'. I'm assuming this Scarlet you speak of is the woman we currently hold in our possession. I assure you, we are keeping fine care of her until this issue is resolved. No harm has befallen her, and it will remain so for the time being (I'm not sure where you got the information that she was being treated poorly. We simply wanted her assistance in some matters). Conflict between us is unnecessary, truly. We request that Joe Orman and Rawrych, the Dread Knight, are returned to us outside of our Keep. At this time, we will have this 'Scarlet' waiting so that you may take her back to your ruins. We all hope this situation may be resolved peacefully. With love, Torian

*Torian walks in to Malinor, letting out a sigh as he looks upon that of his dead brethren, an innocent man who committed no crimes other than having a different faith than the norm.* "Hypocrites. They claim us evil, yet they kill without even allowing us to speak. Such savages. Nothing more than barbarians, who I pray may one day repent and join in the Great Lord's loving embrace." *He goes back on his way, going back to preaching the love and equality that Iblees wishes to share with all, hoping that the next person he comes across won't try to murder him for wearing monk robes.*

*Two men, one clad in bright purple robes and the other donning simple brown attire, come across this notice board advertising the fruit. The first one, a Dark Elf, has a beard hanging down to his knees, a giant hat that pierces the Seven Skies, and a brown bag slung over his right shoulder. The other has a giant staff, resembling that of a carrot, strapped on to his back. As the first's eyes fall upon this note, they suddenly widen. An evident smile of excitement on his innocent looking face.* "Rockonabahzek!" *The other man turns, the one wearing brown, and furrows his brow at the call of his name.* "What is it, Couralizazitrazitaz?" "This is it! This is the..." *A pause is held for a few seconds between the two, as their eyes lock.* "Final Piece. Now, we can save the world." *Simultaneously, the two begin to wildly dance in a circle motion, chanting odd lyrics. Both of their luxurious beards are swaying in the wind.* "Whukkyunnuwahwahwah!" *5 *With that, they begin to walk off after leaving a note pinned to the notice board, both of them talking about some sort of carrot.*