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6th of Malin's Welcome, 1567 Today was quite an odd day, I met a fellow with split personalities, his name was..Garoll, or Cassandara? I don’t know. But he had somehow acquired a rather unique mask, able to let you spy upon other’s conversations..And, in some cases, see the near future, I convinced him to let me use said mask, and I evidently saved a Kharajyr from being slashed to pieces from a rather rude human. Afterwards, as Garoll was..Switching personalities, I managed to slip out to the cloud temple with the mask, I was of course, followed, and now here I sit in the darkened tower next to the Monk Market, writing about this mask. It’s name is unbeknownst to me, only that it uses Mana to allow you to use it, I have no clue whether or not this has any adverse effects upon the wearer after it is removed, I suppose I will have to see, it is quite an odd looking mask, it is a dark color, with dents and bruises, about the design of a skull, with a weird metallic gear upon the top right of the mask, below is a light sketch. I am afraid I have no time left with this mask to study it further, only, that it is quite astonishing and I will, at some point, need to study it further. End of entry. 7th of Malin's Welcome, 1567. Today I was reunited with Elvira, and I also met a man named Ian. Elvira was quite obviously upset about something at first sight, I requested she followed me to my place for privacy so she may speak of it, she requested her friend Ian to tag along and I allowed it. Upon leaving the cloud temple docks I noticed a large crowd of people following me, not only the two I had requested. This situation ended with me yelling for most of them to leave, and I had a rather odd exchange with a dark elf covered in some kind of wrapping. I almost burned her to a crisp when she threatened Elvira, yet Elvira halted me before I could do such a thing. The dark elf was demanding information on some kind of...Laboratory involving some kind of..Plague mushrooms, I haven't the faintest idea of which the elf spoke of. The elf eventually left only to be replaced with another, only this time a Vigil Member, demanding that Ian come with him to Haelun'or, he too left eventually. Upon arriving at my place Elvira spoke of her..Dilemma. It involved the High Elven Clerical Order and the Vigil, some kind of issue involving a Frost Witch and a Vigil Member possibly lying to protect the witch who was later found eating someone alive. Eventually we got to my Dilemma..The mask. I learned of it's name, The Mask of Undru, and Ian agreed to help me destroy it. Both Ian and Elvira left after some more discussion, and the rest of the night is a blur to me. End of Entry. 9th of Malin's Welcome, 1567. Nothing all that interesting has occurred since my conversation with Elvira and Ian. Though today I crossed paths with Ian again and I requested he come with me to the Aethermoore Tavern..Where Garoll spends most of his time. We agreed that we will try to resolve the situation peacefully, upon entering the tavern I wrote a letter to Garoll, requesting he come at once to the tavern to speak. When he arrived, I confronted him and asked..Quite politely might I add, for the mask. That's where the argument occurred. Me and Garoll had a large argument, meanwhile, Ian was helping a woman who was turning to Ice..Some form of curse I suppose, I wasn't all that concerned with it. I was focused on getting the mask. Eventually, Ian solved the issue with the cursed-woman, and came to help me. I had already begun to form a connection to the void, as I was quite irritated and tired of the argument that had erupted. Ian asked nicely and explained the situation and why it must be destroyed, and eventually, after I had severed my connection to the void, Garoll handed the mask over to Ian, and I hear Ian proceeded to destroy the mask..I was not there for the event. I only know a fragment of the mask is still out there..What use does it hold? I have no clue..Nor do I know if it retains any of it's power. End of Entry. 17th of Sun's Smile, 1568 Has it been five years already? Has time really passed so quickly? I'd never have thought...That the search for the Doomforged would take so long..Vanished from all existence, leaving me upon this war-scarred land to search endlessly, and grieve..So many lost, without a trace or reason. They will be found..If it is the last thing I do upon this land or the next, I swear this to you, Father. End of Entry. 10th of The Amber Cold, 1568 Educating humans and other species on Evocation is tiring, many people seem to mistake Evocation for a weapon, when it is no such thing..It is more of an art to be learned, practiced, and wielded responsibly. Not a weapon to mindlessly use to spread havoc and chaos upon the land, despite the fact that many mages of whom use Fire Evocation have done such things. Most of which are insane...Why must they always be insane? Why must they give this magic such a negative look on others? I'm constantly assumed to be like other's long deceased, their minds tainted and insane. But I am no such thing, and never will I see the day that I turn to such measures...As they say, you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the victim..How many people have I hurt in the name of Fire Evocation? And for what reason? Justice, righteousness? I do not know anymore..End of Entry. 11th of The Amber Cold, 1568 Well, I can officially add a druid trying to kill me to the list of things I never wanted to happen. I arrived at Urguan to find that most of it had collapsed due to some infestation and earthquakes. I wasn't much help, but eventually in the throne room, during the apparent final battle. I was of use in burning down a barrier blocking the throne. It took all my energy, and I nearly passed out. Then to make it even worse..I was pushed into a hole by a massive poisonous blob and nearly died. Meanwhile, a druid was trying to choke me with a vine for some apparent reason. I must've blacked out as the rest of the happenings are a blur, I know only that I awoke in the same spot I had blacked out in, only nauseous and..Well, not dead, obviously. End of Entry. ((MORE TO BE ADDED! Excuse the bad writing, I'm not exactly sure what to do with this or how to write it.))

Sondihr Maelu'Maehr Basic Information Nicknames: Sond, Sondi Age: 134 Gender: Male Race: Mali'Aheral Status: Alive and Well Description Height: 6ft5' Weight: 98lbs Body Type: Quite Skinny. Eyes: Bright Blue Hair: Dirty Blonde Skin: Pale Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Healthy, doesn't appear to eat much. Personality: Distant, self-righteous, often seems to zone out in conversations, easily bored of such conversations. Though he doesn't appear to be exactly 'Racist' Inventory: A cane made from a spruce wood base topped with an iron figurine that appears to be the head of an owl. Monkbreak, only about 10 mina on him at a time. Further Details: N/A Life Style Alignment: Neutral Deity: N/A Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home N/A Job/Class: Magical Researcher, Scholar, writer. Title(s): N/A Profession(s): Alchemy, Enchanting. (Hopefully, that is.) Special Skill(s): Quick-Learner, Quick-Thinker. Flaw(s): Appears to have trouble expressing himself. Injured lower-back, removing his ability to use a blade. Magic Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Trained Weapon: Favored Weapon: Archery: Biography Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Children: None Extended Family: Pet(s): A snow-white owl named Arion History W.I.P Artwork

OOC In-game name: Asimulum Skype: (just so we can keep in touch with you) I will PM it ;3 RP Character's name: Nymhaldin Arathindin Birathan Race: Mali'Ame Amount of time that the Character has been played: I don't offically know, though we agreed on that thing in PM's ;3 Homunculus name: Pylos Key Symbol in the homunculus: (fire, water, earth, or air) Air Appearance of homunculus: (Remember, your homunculus must be have slight disfigurements, such as a ripped eye, twisted shoulder, hunch, leg longer than the other, missing/extra fingers, etc. Also, the homunculus’ skin must be closer to the Symbol’s colour: red for fire, blue for water, yellow for earth, and white for air. Aside from that, you are free to choose eye color, hairstyle, as well as clothing.) Pylos' right hand is missing the pinky finger, and his left-eye appears to be completely missing, his right eye is a bright shade of yellow. He has a lighter, very very pale shade of skin, having been pale for an Ame already and due to his symbol, and his hair has lightened in color dramatically, now a pale blonde, which has grown out quite a bit and now exceeds his shoulders. He is roughly 6ft4', with a quite thin build. Personality of Homunculus: (It’s best to have your homunculus have some traits from their key symbol. For example: Fire homunculi are more temperamental and easier to anger, as well as more destructive than the other three. Although they may be caring and gentle, depending on which side of the Symbol you want to take.) Due to his Air Symbol, he is quite thoughtful, his thoughts faster then most people's. Though he is a little stubborn, and has a tendency to get lost in his thoughts. He does not get angry very easily, he usually has a very calm and collected thought process and emotional status towards most situations, though another thing is that he appears to not care for a lot of things, at least towards thing's he doesn't find interesting, or worth his time. Are you aware of the PK cause and do you agree that your character will be PK’ed if one of conditions are met?: Yes I am.

Character Name Iorn 'Fireheart' Hammerfist Basic Information Nicknames: Fireheart Age: 99 Gender: Male Race: Mountain Dwarf Status: Alive and Well Description Height: 5' Weight: 186 Body Type: Muscular/Fit Eyes: Forest Green Hair: Firey Auburn-Ginger Skin: Pale, a tint of tan, though not much. Markings/Tattoos: Several green tattoos crisscrossing his body. Along with several scars in random spots among his persona, the most prominent ones being what appear to be an a circular part of his skin that was roughly healed together after being impaled with a stone shard. The other, a large scar reaching down his left-backside. Health: Mostly Healthy, keeps himself fit. Personality: He's quite stubborn, hard to convince of certain things, say other religions, etc. He's usually quite nice to people, and does not discriminate the other descendant races, though at times he may seem rash, distant, and often found in a bad mood, causing him to appear rude to others. He'd be a hard person to approach, due to his case of RBF(Resting ***** Face) that makes him look quite unapproachable. Inventory: A sheathed, aurum war-axe on his right hip, a similar ferrum war-axe on his other, he doesn't carry any mina on him, only some-times carrying a large amount of anything valuable. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: (I'm brainfarting like a boss. A dwarven..Thing..Help ;-;) Religion: The Brathmordakin Alliance/Nation/Home: Kal'Akash Job/Class: Blacksmith, Stonemason, Miner. Title(s): Architect Profession(s): Blacksmithing, Stonemasonry, Mining. Special Skill(s): Able to assess a situation fairly quick, and is quite good (even if they aren't that good) at coming up with a plan in the middle of a fight. Flaw(s): Loyalty, he's very loyal to his friends, family, and his clan. This being an easy target for him. He's also got minor anger issues. Weaponry Fighting Style: Close-Quarters Trained Weapon: War-axe, shortsword, longsword, battle-axe, crossbow. Favored Weapon: War-axe and Crossbow Archery: Fairly good, prefers crossbow to bow. Biography Parents: Malrum Steelhammer, mother is unknown. Siblings: None. Children: Nope. Extended Family: None, though he considers the Hammerfist's as his family. Pet(s): A midnight-black wolf he's taken to calling Vurr'Dharok, meaning "Black Beast". History ((Spoilers, lad. Plus this is a major W.I.P..Don't judge me.)) Artwork

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Character name(out of curiosity): Iorn Hammerfist Minecraft Name: Asimulum Race: Mountain Dwarf Gender: Male Age: About 94? (I haven't checked in a few weeks..) Reference as of hairstyle / face / skin: Specific hair color / eye color: Auburn Ginger for the hair, sea-blue eyes. Reference as of clothing attire: Specific clothing colors: Colors in the picture above at perfecto~ Agreed price: Does the range of 300-350 sound fair?

Name: Archimedes 'Archaem' Doomforged [Mc Name]: __Starwars__ Race: Doomforged Magic you wish to study: Pyromancy (OOC: Didn't know where to put this but, I am currently T3 in Pyromancy, as so far I have self-taught the magic. I just want to maybe speed up the process and have some fun RP :D) Who are you currently learning magic from within the Order? (If Applicable) Nobody, currently self-teaching.

Character Name Archimedes 'Archaem' Doomforged Basic Information Nicknames: Archi, Archaem. Age: 208 Gender: Male Race: Doomforged Status: Alive and Well Description Height: 5'5 Weight: 200 Body Type: Very Slim Eyes: Blood-red and glow brightly. Hair: Black, shaggy/unkempt. Typical dwarven beard. Skin: Very dark stone gray Markings/Tattoos: None. Health: Well Enough, needs to eat more. Personality: Unsocial, he keeps to himself. Avoiding interaction entirely most of the time, but is also quite kind and welcoming to his kin, and, if you can manage it. His friends. Inventory: A staff with a wooden shaft and a stone top with a Phoenix carved into it. Along with some random food items, rarely ever carrying minas on his person. Further Details: He's a grumpy 'old' man, watch out. Life Style Alignment: Unknown Deity: Unknown Religion: Unknown Alliance/Nation/Home: Wanderer, has no home. Job/Class: Mage, Stonemason, Enchanter. Title(s): The Wandering Mage Profession(s): Enchanter, Stonemasonry. Special Skill(s): Very intelligent/wise, fast learner. MAGICS! Flaw(s): Family, people close to him. His back is quite weak, making it an easy target. Along with most any other bone, due to his time using magic. Magic Current Status: Training. Arch-type: Voidal Magic Sub-Type: Fire Evocation Rank: T3 Weakness(es): Over-exerting himself, he often keeps any fire he summons out too long and exhausting himself. Strength(s): Fast-Learner, able to summon a fireball about the size of a golfball/baseball, in-between there. Weaponry Fighting Style: Ranged mostly. Trained Weapon: Shortsword, only using for protection. Not very good with it. Favored Weapon: MAGICS! Archery: None. Biography Parents: Unknown Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: The entirety of Doomforged Clan? Pet(s): A small Kestrel bird named 'Harold'. Along with a small chameleon, named 'Kevin'. History ((W.I.P)) Artwork ) ((Only without eyepatch.))

Character Name Jean Armas Basic Information Nicknames: 'Wulf' Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Adunian Status: Alive and Well Description Height: 6'4 Weight: 160 Body Type: Slim and Muscular Eyes: Stone Gray Hair: Charcoal Black, kept messy and unkempt. Skin: Covered in dirt and various scars. Markings/Tattoos: Has a large scar across the left side of his face from a fight with an orc, several scars among his back from a lashing. Huge scar underneath his knee-cap. Reaching down to his ankle. Health: Mostly healthy, keeps himself fit. Personality: He's a bit of a wayward, his personality unknown. He's mostly a happy, clear-minded individual. At other times his short temper gets the better of him. Causing him to seem rude and a complete nuisance. Inventory: He doesn't carry much, besides a newly forged iron blade in a fresh black leather sheath and some food. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Deity: None currently Religion:None currently Alliance/Nation/Home: Felsen Job/Class: Blacksmith, Warrior. Title(s): Squire Profession(s): Blacksmithing Special Skill(s): Despite his attitude and short temper, he is very clever. Also, he can usually tell when people lie. Though it doesn't always work. Flaw(s): He is very protective and defensive about things, like family. Friends, ect. He also has a short temper. Weaponry Fighting Style: Close Combat, Offensive. Trained Weapon: Iron Blades Favored Weapon: Iron Sword Archery: Adept Biography Parents: Victoriya de Venti and Theodarr de Venti (both deceased) Siblings: Alyssa de Venti and Vanessa de Venti (Both deceased) Children: None Extended Family: None Pet(s): A snow white wolf with ice blue eyes, named 'Perseus', along with a white owl named 'Hooty' History (WIP) Artwork

Margosh'Gorkil squinted at the bounty, grinning widely. Revealing his yellow teeth, stained with who knows what. He chuckled as he crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket. "Mi weel shee dat dis cheekcen nu lunger botherz mi slaevs." He said. Thinking of ways to defeat the beast without looking at it, hoisting his waraxe up and wandering off.