Sheepnut

16 minutes ago, Thomas said:

Yes, all minas will be wiped if you are found to be creating or using farms.

This will hit the hobbits halflings hard. How will they ever recover?

Memes? +1

I. Name: Adrio de Puerto Lucian
II. Age: 25
IIa. Date of Birth: 1570
IIb. Place of Birth: Luciensport
III. Race: Human
IIIa. Culture: Cordoban
IV. Martial Knowledge: Adequate
V. Profession: Alchemy/Tinker

OOC
MC Name: Sheepnut
Skype ID: Sheepnut79

Name: Dauros of the Lost Clan Illiquin
Age: 236
Race: 'ker
Notable Skills: Shoulders and arms strong enough to shape stone and steel alike. Novice navigator, but a seasoned sailor. Adept survivalist.
How many will be moving in with you? Only himself
Do you accept the laws of Ebonglade and by extension Laureh'lin?

Aye.

Mc Name: Sheepnut
Skype: Sheepnut

I think we definitely need to see a non-potion recipe for mead.

Honey and water.

((Help us Birdy Won Kenobi, you're our only hope))

I believe with all my heart that should he be accepted, Heff is able to bring a fresh set of ideas to the ET table. A bright future filled with fun roleplay lies ahead. He's a good man in and out of character. +1

Name: Dauros Illiquin

Race: Dark Elf

Past Groups: Dawnstrider Voyagers, House Illiquin, Church of Cannon

Skills: Blacksmith, Stonemason, Miner

Reason for joining: Fortune and Glory, Blood and Thunder

[OOC]

MC Name: Sheepnut
Skype: sheepnut79
Teamspeak (Y/N): Yes
Will this be your main character: Yes

The Adrian people scramble about Brelus in panic and distress as the approaching Orenian army glows with torches in the distance. As he wipes the sweat from his brow, Argyros opens his personal chest and dusts off an old article of cloth, a level 99 firemaking cape. As war horns begin to bellow, a single tear rolls down his face, echoing the pain he suffered when the Vladovic keep was lost to a siege tower. He felt powerless in the defense against their assault, because he forgot that fire only existed back in his farfolk homeland. He falls to his knees and begins to sob tears of odorless, clean-burning kerosene.

Out-Of-Character
Information

Please
fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the
essential details are accurate.

Minecraft
Account Name:Sheepnut

How
old are you?:16

Time-Zone:PST

Have
you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:I have.

What
previous experience have you had in role-playing?:WoW, DnD, and just writing it
for fun.

How
did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:Two friends told me about how
much fun they had playing it.

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):

Have
you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it
in your biography?: I have and I shall.

Definitions

In
your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from
elsewhere!:

Role-playing:
Playing a game in the role of a persona that is fictional for the intention of
deeper gameplay.

Meta-gaming:
Using information gained out of character to benefit the character.

Power-emoting:
Using an emote that the opposing character cannot fully respond to.

In-Character
Information:

Complete
the following biography on your character:

Full
Name: Aldveri Dar’Mitan

Current
Age: 22

Sub-race
(if any): High Elven

Past
/ History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

        As a younger elf, Aldveri lived an
increasingly difficult life. At the age of 6, his parents died of a freak
accident while performing simple incantations and he was immediately moved to
live with his aunt and uncle. Two years later a similar fate had befallen his
new guardians and he was again alone and distrusted by his high elven
community. The elders began to wonder what sorts of supernatural or otherworldly
afflictions could be impacting this young elf’s life. Soon after the elders
spent time looking into their ancient tomes to diagnose the curse or spell over
the young elf, the small high elf outpost-like town was engulfed in a dark fire
plague and was wiped out within a few months when they did not receive support
from nearby larger high elf civilizations. After being transported to Lin’Evaral
to serve in a library, he began to take a large interest in the few books that
were not written by High Elves. The head librarian, his new guardian, found out
about this, but decided it was better to not inform authorities of his young
friend’s new interests in foreign culture.

        A few years of harmony passed for this
young elf and all was ordinary and good until one day a lone Dwarven trader
slowly walked into the city square. Aldveri immediately made the mistake of
rushing the Dwarf and asking all sorts of questions and inquiries about Dwarven
culture. Though not many of the nearby elves even saw this behavior (as they
neglected the existence of this dwarf) one did, a member of the high elven
council. This behavior served as a reason to banish the “bad luck charm” that
Aldveri was seen to be. Brought before court with no one but an old librarian
to defend him, Aldveri was banished and outcast from Lin’Evaral and thrown out
of the city gates. Out on the road, Aldveri was alone once more, nothing out of
the ordinary for him. Whilst sitting on the side of the road, the old Dwarven
trader appeared out of nowhere, seemingly, and silently offered Aldveri his
hand. The two traveled to many places in the world, avoiding trouble as it
seemed to follow them almost everywhere, but prospering some as well.

        One day Aldveri awoke to the sound of
his old Dwarven friend choking and gasping furiously. Confused and still half
asleep, he takes the most immediate action he can and drags his friend into the
nearest town. The medicine man in town had nothing that could help his friend
and the dwarf began to turn a pale gray-purple and his veins began to show
through his skin. Aldveri was forced to stand by his friend outside the city
walls and watch him be laid to waste by some violent ailment unknown to anyone.

        At the age of 22 now, Aldveri meets the
man that will quite possibly change his future entirely. By the name of
Animeius, this man gives Aldveri a glimmer of hope in his life’s dark storm and
delivers to him a chance to redeem himself, find purpose, and discover what his
life means for the greater good and safety of those around him. It might be
fair to say that that death lies in wake of anything Aldveri comes to know, but
a wake is not the fully correct description, for Aldveri does not do this on
his own purpose, but rather it follows him invisibly like a riptide, destroying
all he leaves behind.

Ambitions
for the Future: Discover why the people around me are doomed to suffer and
solve this problem.

Personality:
Concentrated on the present and future. Can't look back on the past because its filled with death. Friendly towards other races. Despises
high elves for their attitude towards other races, but is still curious about his
origins and ancestry.

Skills:
Great mental constitution. Willpower of a stubborn mule without the factor of
ignorance.

Appearance
(this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):

Any
other details you wish to share about your character: Smells like an elf.

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 older elves are mocking
a small elven child. How do you react?

Answer:
Slowly walk up to the older elves and ask them about why the younger elf is
being mocked. If it is for the reason I suspect, that this child is being
considered “impure” then I will to the best of my ability get this child away
from the older elves. If they try to follow us I will not hold myself above
engaging in a roundabout of fisticuffs.

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:
Hail to the old man. If he tells me he needs help I shall. If he hails me away I
shall leave him be as he wishes, but inform whoever I can about him. Should he
not respond, I shall rush to him, pick up his belongings for him, and proceed
to take him to the nearest town for help. If he isn’t elven, I will not bring
him into town, but I will smuggle things out of the town for him because the
elves will likely not accept him.

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:
I would make conversation about how the economy is doing while asking for a few
loaves of bread. I’d want to buy one for about 75 cents, so I would offer my
starting price at 50 cents to give myself some haggling room. He’s going to
undoubtedly ask for a higher price than I offer, so I have to ask for a lower
price than I actually want. I might additionally ask about the nearest towns
and what I can find inside of them.