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OOC MC name: Xtreme_Prodigy Skype name: You have it already, but for reference, harrison.oleary69 RP Name: Atticus Langua Gender: Male Experience: None Oath: I, Atticus Langua, do claim a promise of loyalty, to protect and stand for the lands of Herendul, and to always value the Creator’s, and your will, … Kommandant of the Winterguard, and to all your offspring, according to the obligations of the Guard. My sword, my shield, my strength, mine life will serve Herendul, and all it’s kin till the day I claim the deathbed.

Like a Hedge Knight or something, you mean? One who goes wandering through towns and all that? Hmmm, I'd say go for it, sure.

Name: Maliki Greenwaters Age: 333 Race: Wood Elf Gender: Male More info: Looks healthy, though the tip of his right ear was recently clipped to serve as a branding of sorts. Seems to be a bit of a wanderer. *A drawing of said slave is visible below* http://gyazo.com/c8525b7b9e21cac4a788ce702e20c6ff Bidding starts at 800 minas.

Halflings actually still exist?

(( Would it be cool if I could, like... OOCly stage a kidnapping of one my characters? PM me if you want to discuss it further ))

(( Just gonna reapply here, since I no longer play my other character who enlisted into the guild )) OOC: MC Name: Xtreme_Prodigy RP Name: Belor RP: How skilled are you in regards to smithing?: No experience, sadly How skilled are you with your weapon of choice? If you mean as a fighting man, I'm as good as pretty much any other Dwedmar can be. In regards to smithing, then refer above. Reason for Joining/Bio (at least 1 paragraph): I already have a place in the Rememberance Guild, though I feel writing more of a hobby than a craft. I hear the art of smithing is respected and profitable, and therefore wish to learn such trade. : What Will You Add to the Guild: Myself, more smithing RP and teaching RP How active are you on the server?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4&list=TLk27XZBqPaqYN-ck_r3YzH3B0vOJMjVgy Jonathan reined his mare to a stop as the men emerged from the forest and onto the road, each of them adorned in worn steel and armed with rusted blades and maces. The young noblemans eyes scan about the group, a wary look crossing the battle-scarred mans face. With a shake of his head, he clambers down from his horse, taking a step towards the men. “Yeh know w’ot w’ere ‘ere fer” one of them blurts out, extending a hand, his palm facing upwards. Jonathan only stands imobile, his mouth forming into a tight line. Another one of the armed men step forward, his hand gripped firmly around his blade. “Well, w’ot? Where’s the coin!” he snaps in an impatient tone. Judging by his high voice, this one was clearly younger than the rest of them, though a threat no less… After what seems like a lifetime of contemplation, the young man suddenly huffs out a sigh, taking yet another step forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his bastard sword. “Yeh want mah moneh?” the lords cousin finally blurts out, drawing his blade just as quick as the other men do. “Loot ‘t from mah bloodeh dead corpse!” the arrogant lordling blurts out as he charges forward with a roar, then bandits ready with their own blades. And so a criminal fell… And another… And another… “Basta’d!” the youngest of the group screams as he drives his sword through the noblemans back, digging it deeper, and deeper… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phJo1E94Yk8 Jonathan slumps down onto his knees, his entire life flashing before his very eyes. Joining the Winterguard, courting Remy, teaching his young nephew Thomas the ways of the sword, drinking with Mikhael and Farley… he lets out one last chuckle as his lifeless and barren body falls to the ground, a smile present on his face… And them there was darkness… And after what seemed like an eternity, Jonathan woke again, but not in the land he once settled. He stood, surrounded by the Blackwells, Greymanes, and Silverblades of generations old and times long gone. “Welcome, Jonathan son of Joseph” they say union, as the young man is led off into the afterlife… His soul was at rest, at last…

A random dark-haired Adunian sporting a dapper kilt shakes his head, playing the Adunian National Anthem to whoever wrote this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlH8m9B8FG4

Jonathan Blackwell would flash a grin, whilst Attcius Langua, the young ward of Count Oliver Blackwell, would run off to tell his protector the news. (( Would you be able to change the time, to something more like 3-4 PM EST? I don't know whether I'll be able to attend otherwise, it'll be quite late in my timezone ))

at least its not jew hell

glorious wisdom from the king of trolls

Name: Belor ((MC Name)): Xtreme_Prodigy Titles: I currently hold none. Age: One-hundered Published Works: None, sadly. What amount of time can you dedicate to the Remembrance Guild? ((How active are you, on a scale from 1-10? Please state timezone as well)): (( I assume I'd have to answer this OOCly? If so, on weekdays about 2 hours or so at the very most. Weekends 2-4 hours at the average, though sometimes more. I'm currently on Easter Break so I can be active all day every day pretty much ))

Glad you mentioned that, because I'm really sorry on that note also. I have nothing against either you or your nation/county/barony/whateveritis, it was just the 'in-thing' at the time to hate on Festina, lol. You're a smart and intellectual dude, you've proved that to me already. Keep doing what you do man Talos praise your leniency +1 Nooooope, not going nowhere yet :)

When I first joined Lord of the Craft, I was a serious and determined role-player and I'm sure many who knew back in 2013 can back me up on this statement. Very unexperienced, mind, but I was still eager to improve and get better. I still look back on those first few weeks as a newb as some of the best and enjoyable times I've had on the server, because everything was new and complex to me and it felt really awesome to get into the community and hop into this cool little world where you can be whatever you wanted to be, wherever you wanted to be. As of late, however, things have shifted onwards greatly. I've been struggling with a load of things IRL recently, things which I'm uncomfortable to speak of because it's my personal life and I don't want to be known as one of those people who go crying to the internet when they've had a bad day. I've always tried to hide my problems, and my best way of doing that as LoTC. It sort of just became an escape for me, and it soon got to the point where I was thinking more about IC happenings than OOC necessities. Eventually, I befriended a certain group of peoples (not going to call out names here, that **** ain't cool) and they sort of changed my outlook of the server as a whole (not blaming them for my trolly attitude, by the way. This is all me). The server was still an escape for me, sure, but I began to take it more as a joke and a laugh then what it really is; a place where people can come to practice theatre and drama to their hearts content. I took on a very trolly persona, and it's only now looking back a bit and reflecting on this fine, sunny Monday afternoon that I realise how much I've ruined people RP and immersion to the server. So, consider this thread a legitimate apology to all those I've came off as spiteful and selfish to, and an end to forum, TS and server shenanigans. 4.0 is coming up soon, so I figured since it's a new map, doesn't some deserve a clean slate?

(( All trolling aside though, we really don't need any Assassins Creed esque guilds on here. The best sort of characters and guilds anywhere on this server are the ones that keep to lore and just fit in with the world as the normal, everyday person within their race. It's great to make characters interesting, but straying to far away from lore and using to many cliches is what will probably get you branded an 'edgy' and nobody likes edgy characters. This isn't me being mean and seeming butthurt by any stretch of the imagination, just giving you some advice is all ))

*attempt :)

mine craft username: assassinbladezio7989896 do you have have Skype (leave Skype name if yes) or ts: not allowed it :((( Country: england i think! IC Name: altair "crimson death" redblade Reason for joining: orc banditz killed my parents when i was 3 yrs old and i ant to avenge them! Are in any other guild if so what guild: none lol Can you use magic? if so what kind: i am master of all magicz an old wizard called gandalf whitestaff took me in after my parents died and helped me master the artz! Combat skills: every weapon there iz! Extra info you wish to share:

(( My post was completely IC, but nice ))

Jonathan grumbles "It's the Holy Empire of Oren, halfwit ****" he corrects the man.

what the actual **** dwarves i don't even....