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Jamie Oliver, son of Charles Elliot now reaching his elderly age, groaned. “No.... more.... brother wars...” he’d croak finally passing onto the next life.

“War it seems, I hope I see some payment atleast...” would state a new blooded memeber of the Hangman.

“I don’t want no stinking Nordish on my fields; anymore then I want some Imperial bureaucrats creating a system rifled with blight for my streets! Off with yeh claimants, Rubern belongs to the people!” states a disgruntled Ruberni peasant, descendant of some harlot and haughty Reiter.

The Ghost of Lyonel of Dunharrow, one of the four heroes of the Siege of Helena, sighs.

Kerrik cannot help but smile! His role was small, but his words with the Grand King had obviously inspired his actions. He gathers what belongings he has and sets back into the wintery peaks, his duty fulfilled for now, until next time Urguan calls upon for his sword arm once more.

"Truly interesting times." Would remark Merric as he heard the tales of the Nottinghamites and their struggle against persecution.

Today’s Skirmish, gf orcs, no kills and stutter due to shadowplay :/. Nevertheless enjoy!

"It is too bad humanity will never be a force to reckon with. Rather they will collapse in due time, squabbling like rats, attempting to cling onto the legacy of the true sons of Godfrey." would comment Lyonel from the seven skies. He'd then go back to his mini golf tournament with Berenfroy.

FULL NAME: Leland Doyle

AGE: 17

RACE: Human (Heartlander)

RELIGION:  Canonism

REGIMENT OF CHOICE: 1^st Regiment

((MC name)): Vulfye

((Time zone)): US CST

MC Name: Vulfye

Character's Name: Remey

Character's Age: 7

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Wonk

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A humanoid that appears in two sub racial forms that resemble a toad and frog is referred to a Wonk in the mortal realms. Beings that bare lesser souls, Wonks are the natives to the Atlas-Arcas continent. Wonks are short creatures with frog sub-type reaching 5’, and the toads reaching 4’7”. Wonks have the same strength to a human, unable to gain any additional muscle mass akin to other hardy races. Although Wonks share physical traits to humans, they however cap out at the age of 120, slightly short of a human’s lifespan of 150. Wonks albeit have a short lifespan, age similar to that of an orcish cub, considered full grown at age 5. It is worth noting that Wonks do indeed have tongues similar to their bestial amphibian counterparts, but only have the strength to that of a light finger press. Wonks as they age, their skin begins to not absorb moisture well and their skin begins to flake, crack, and dry.

Due to the fact that Wonks have lesser souls, they are unable to learn magic requiring a descendants. Examples include any and all forms of voidal magic, deity magic, and orcish spiritual shamanism. Wonks not being fae creatures either cannot commune or delve into druidic arts and their various sub-types. Water to Wonks are an essential to their very existence, as they have refreshing and rejuvenating properties to their skin. If a Wonk hasn’t visited a pond or water source within at least a week. Wonks’s mouths do not have any teeth or sharp edges, and if for whatever reason they do happen to clamp their maw on something, it crushes rather than tears. Wonks also do not have the normal gender properties found in other races, rather they are almost asexual beings, having eggs grow off their back. Being laid in a pool of freshwater the eggs will start as marble sized objects before growing to ‘tennis’ ball sized shapes. It is noted once a Wonk has laid its eggs, it cannot do so again.

A Wonk has two racial categories, Toad and Frog. A toad is the shorter of the two, but very bulky. The skin of a toad wonk is bumpy and full of ridges, yet still slimy. Skin color ranges from brown to various shades of dark green. Their pupils are black, but iris colors range from various bright colors. Frogs are the taller of the two being often skinny and lengthy in overall size. Their skin is smoother and coated with slime, often bearing various colors of green or yellow shades. Around their hands and feet they have lighter splashes to their skin tone, with optional white colored stomachs reaching up to their lower maw. Pupils are black and their iris are very shades of bright colors.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N

War rules don't mean **** if the server can't even handle 30 people clicking in one location. Start with performance issues first. Secondly move onto raids and raise the cap from 3 people. 3 people can easily be smacked by any nation's guard force, make it like the old days of ten max during peacetime, and between warring parties/alliances/nations, 20. Next bring an actual warclaim system that is moderated by a, WAR TEAM, these ladies and gents should be unbiased in their opinions and follow the rules rather than have a play on them. Noted that this team will have no real pexs outside actual warclaims. Allow warclaims to be more in the sense of a ratio system. Having both sides rally their fullest and then go off a ratio i.e. 1(defender):1.5(attacker). This allows a safeguard for smaller nations to have some sort of chance against potentially the server vs nation. We'd get more smaller nation conflicts rather than having mega alliances scrap it out tearing the server apart in an aptly dubbed almost repetitive, world wars.

"Ay. Suppose it's time f'er me to aid moi kin once more." Stated Ekkaz, as he headed out from his deep hole he had hibernated in for over the past few years.

Give her minas you plebs.

Kothak chuckles, "Tha' umroi wants us tou fight in their war? Nah, rat'er just deal wit' te'h Ruswick dund'dahe basta'ds." He'd nudge Officer Grudgebeard before going back to sharpening his halberd.

Kothak would sit in his home before hearing the forges burn with a fiery vengeance. The clangs of steel would resound throughout the cavernous city, matching the fury of vengeance. Kothak would smile before gripping his dwarven halberd. “NARVAK OZ URGUAN! DEATH T’UH THA’ RUSWICK BASTA’DS!” cried out Kothak as he joined his shield-brothers preparing for war.

“Throw a teuton down a well! So my country can be free...” a deranged strelt peasant would mumble of a time long forgotten.

MC Name: PvPeh

Character's Name: Heljirr

Character's Age: 21

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Kha’Tigrasi

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Kharajyr are a bipedal race of feline cat-folk. They have four subraces in the over all cat-race known as kharajyr. Kha’Tigrasi resemble that of a real world tiger, and known for their battle prowess and might. Kha’Pantera that of a real-world panther, known for their stealthy appearance. Kha’Cheetrah a cheetah, quick and nimble. And finally the Kha’Leparda, that of a leopard, being the most common type out of the four subraces. Kha are not like the descendant races who’m the creator bestowed upon the world, rather they were a race created by the Daemon Metzli. The Kharajyr as a racial society typically form tribal units that worship their creator in animistic symbols such as a moon. An odd fact about the Kha is that they have a rather tolerable appetite of taste. They can eat pretty much anything from flesh to carrion-bone. The lifespan of a Kha is at a cap of two-hundred years, outliving humans but falling short of dwarves and elves. A Kha’s speech is quite difficult to understand to unaccustomed ears. From talking in third person, to having I’s sounding elongated ee’s. Lastly for those who lust for a lusty kha female or perhaps a male must go elsewhere as the race cannot mate with any other race but themselves.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Yeah

Are you aware that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yeah

Do you consent to accepting what may happen to this character?:

         Yeah

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         Nope, played a Kha back in Athera and miss the RP, thought I'd give it a shot again!

3 hours ago, rukio said:

“And you kill children!” A rare tone and expression escapes Edyth, one of sheer disgust and hatred. “Innocent children who have done NOTHING to you. Even your High Keeper finds disgust in these actions. If you believe the slaughter of children is ever excusable, perhaps you’re the poisoned one.” 

“I’ve never killed a child, merely kidnapped one who was in a warzone. I believe her name was Lorena or something of the sorts. I do not have a High Keeper, as I do not follow the Red Faith of Morsgrad, I don’t believe there is a God or Heaven above. We all become food for the dirt we tread on.” Godemir would spit hearing a fly buzz in his ear. “I still don’t appreciate the Ruberni ***** mouthing off as if she has a moral high-ground, people die. Soon Haense will burn on the Saint’s Eve of tomorrow...” he’d continue to sharpen his sword eyeing the besieged city of New Reza.

"Poisoned words of an Orenian puppet, you are no true Ruberni, wench," states a disgusted Godemir.

Always liked our banter, best we both leave the server. Whilst the good memories remain.

A Renatian Landschneckt named Joah,  whilst campaigning in the Kaedrin-Ves, would come across this parchment and read it over, “The farmer has heart, but I fear this will not come true until a strong man like John the First comes around. Perhaps then I would pledge my sword to a man like that.”

Bruh, I want Vaq’s MCMMO! One shot gold axes reeee!

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