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Instead of barking nonsense, or putting big, red letters in to catch peoples attention. Why not simply explain that you have to be made into an undead through the means of role play? That seems to be a better choice in general to go with.

The night’s air was cool as it swept across the grass around the mountains of Khorvadic. Odd thumping and dragging sounds carried off across the distance as a few fiendish creatures stirred along. Constant groaning making it’s way from their rotting throats. Though these shambling corpses of the once living were not alone. With them moved a hooded and robed figure. The details on the individual’s attire were hidden under the blanket that dusk provided. They traveled onwards. Seemingly having no set course as they had finally had come to a clearing. The moon’s light barely giving off enough of a shine to illuminate the area. With the sudden halt. the hooded figure leading the small pack of Ghouls steps forth a few feet. Unseen eyes now trying to make out the finer details set around the cold lands that once belonged to the Dwarven kingdom. Moving from the pack of flesh eating undead. The robed being moved to give itself some distance from the others. Looking up while pacing from the monstrous creatures that linger close by. Now separated, the figure raises both gauntleted hands to pull the hood back. Crimson colored hair then flowed downward to meet her shoulders and back. Giving away the faint features of what seems to be a dark elf female. Lifting a hand, she waved forth to the loyal undead that served. As the female elf began to move again, she slowed as the faint outline of something was seen off by the hedgeline of trees. Squinting as the Ghouls behind her began to shuffle forth. Their rotting feet made an unholy rhythm that added to the inhuman groans and wails they let escape. Stopping, The elven woman pointed out a barbed finger towards the unknown lump that hid in the shadows. As the Ghouls came to her side. She let a faint whisper escape. Only loud enough for the creatures around to barely pick up on. With that being done. The Ghouls marched forth towards whatever nows rested in the shadows. As they neared to stop by it. The undead creatures each sent a light foot to tap the robed body. The blood that swelled from the now dead body was cool. Covering most of the woman’s chest and stomach, now coagulated from sitting for some time in the brisk night's air. The undead servants that followed the redheaded female turn to growl and shuffle in place. As if to send a sign to their master. After some time of waiting. The unhooded female walked over to peer down. A gauntlet raising to be placed over her mouth as she gasped in horror. The sight of one she knew well. Some one Who had shown and taught her much of what she learned earlier in life. Anger and confusion now ran through her mind as she knelt to look over the broken corpse of Elwen. The Ghouls around the corpse and woman groaned and moved to stand nearby. Their sunken in eyes constantly watching around for any signs of life to devour. But the only living one in the group didn’t hear them. Her mind now shut off from seeing one thing that stuck out. The eye of Iblees carved into her stomach was all the redhead had her sights on. The outline of blood that shown around where the cut was made. The same anger swelled inside of her, though pain and sadness also stuck deeply to her. A faint sniffle escaped the necromancer’s nose. A small sign that emotions were still apart of her. Standing to look back at the Ghouls. Some were barely held together, but they’d last for the journey back home. With her eyes cast upon the undead, she raised a gauntlet to send an order for them to carry the body along. The loyal group of undead minions then shuffled over to lift the body of Elwen up. The redhead then waved a gauntlet. and with a slow step, she lead them off into woods. Leaving behind a small pool of Elwens own blood to mark the spot where the body was carelessly dumped off at.

Race: Half Dark Elf, half Wood elf. Skin picture: Age: 40 How you want it (Pose, emotion, ect) Standing in this pose, but without the blade to her side. The raised hand having tiny strands of black mist seeping out from the cracks of the gauntlet she's wearing. (Both hands have gauntlets on) A tiny smirk, daftly smile upon her face. In small details. She has a skull-shaped scar on her forehead. Just for the details.

Character Description: Skinny, with faint, darkened rings under her eyes. Also having a skull-shaped scar in the middle of her forehead. She wears gauntlets as well a layered, robe-like attire. Skin: What's your favorite color in the alphabet on a scale of 1-10?: Orange (5/10)

Sitting perched on the edge of the spire is a red haired elvish female. Legs carelessly dangling from ledge as she heard Naruntah's words. An unsettling sensation grasping onto her gut as she listened to the Wraith's bellowing shouts. Without a response of any kind. She remained. Listening and waiting as distant shouts from other dark beings littered the air from far below as work continued for the upcoming battle.

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I think this would be an excellent alternative to just having a body part reconstructed by Clerics. Not to mention the role play it would create for the individual attempting to seek out those whom could create such prosthetics. Much support. That is all.

Name: Aeltis Mur'vil Are you a citizen?: Yes. Are you moving in with friends or family?: A friend. If yes, what are their names ((Username))?: Leyu Vallel

MC Name: Cneyele Your Full Name: Aeltis Mur'vil Your Age: 35 Your Gender: Female. Are you already a citizen? Yes. What skills do you have? Would you be willing to join the guard? Fishing, I'm not a fighter, so no. Joining the guard is not in my wishes. Are you moving in alone or with family/friends? Moving in with a friend. Are you of full Mali'ker blood? Yes I am. Have you previously been wanted by Haelun'or? No. Do you agree to abide by the laws of Haelun'or and the Concordat? Yes.

Why's Oropher's original heart trapped and used as your avatar?

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The outline of an inconspicuous woman sits some distance from the large sign. Leaning back against whatever this individual is using to prop her back against. Without a word. She watched and waited to observe any responses made from those who would pass the sign as they came and went from the Temple.

The emaciated figure of a woman dressed in dark robes snatches one of the many notices that litter the lands. Bringing the letter up to cast her vision upon the words written. She stood, carefully reading for some time before tucking the notice into her right arm sleeve. A simple response slips from her lips as she turns to fade back into the lands that conceal the location in which she trekked. "Haelun'or shall receive a response in time f.. For the arrogance in the decision they've made."

Within the depths of a cavern sits a woman. The faint droplets of water being heard somewhere in the far reaches of the hideout as she sat with slowed breaths escaping her mouth. For in the past few days, this individual has resorted to hiding out in such a place. Her mind hummed with an uneasy sense. One that brought on a dull, pounding pain within the confines of her mind. Every joint in her body ached slightly as she'd then wince to curl forward and wrap both hands around her waist. Falling over on her side. The woman sat as sweat gathered across upon her furrowed brow. The look of suffering plainly written across her face for a time until the expression lifted. Leaving the faint message inscribed into her memory.She sat up to look around as the pain felt slowly slipped away from her senses. Confused and startled. The figure of the petite woman stood to head out of the lair for some fresh air to add to her thoughts. ((No idea what happened here with the format and I'm not rewriting it. :D )) (( Deal with it ))

Minecraft name: Cneyele Your full name: Aeltis Your gender: Female Your age: around 50ish Are you a full blooded Mali? Yes Are you a Ker? Yes. Do you accept the rules set into place by the Concordat of Haler’nor? I sure do.

1. Are you a Mali'ame or Mali'ker? Mali'ker 2. Do you live in Ker'lomi or Lin'ame? [x]Yes []No 3. Are you happy with the current living conditions, rights and liberties available to our kind? []Yes [x]No 4. Given the choice do you prefer continuing to live under the high elves (literally)? []Yes [x]No 5. Given the choice, do you prefer the idea of establishing a new city physically separate from High Elven kind? [x]Yes []No 6. If established in a separate city, is political and military unity of all elven kind important to you? [x]Yes []No 7. If established in a separate city, would you as a Dark Elf, be willing to live amongst Wood elves, and as Wood elves, willing to live among Dark elves? [x]Yes []No

The feebly-framed figure of the woman sitting at the table finally speaks up towards the others gathered around. "I will say t.. This, attacking those whom r.. Replenish the very essence we use to refuel ourselves.. W.. Would not be t.. The brightest idea to carry out w.. With action.. W.. With saying that.. I cast my say In going against t.. The Silver city.." The hooded outline of the female seals her mouth to go silent after speaking to those in the room.

The thin figure of a hooded & robed woman made her way into the room to find a seat. Pulling the chair inward to finally come to a rest. Laying both hands to her lap, the frail-looking female Glanced around to the others to listen in on before making any effort to speak at all.

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"I.. I may just have to see how t.. This g.. Gathering goes along.. B.. But w.. What to make f.. For a mask?.." *The frail Mali'ame'ker then turns to plod off towards the entrance of Ker'lomi's housing area.*

Character name: Stella Evaglno Gender: Female Race: Mali'ame'ker (Half dark elf, half wood elf.) Colors: Yes please. Gimmie your skin! Attach your (or a picture of it) here: Sent it through PM's. What should they be doing? Any details not obvious on the skin? Pets, weapons, or other items go here too: If it's possible to place in, Stella has a small scar in the shape of a jagged skull on her forehead as well as faint, darkened rings under her eyes. I'd also like to have her to have a small rock floating over her left hand with telekinesis. Hope I didn't go too into details with things. :D Did you pay me? Say so here when I'm done with your art(leave this empty for now.): Sent you 500 minas in game.