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Ghorvakh'Braduk sits in his blarg sharpening one of his hunting blades. The large Uruk sniffs the damp air of his dark abode, slowly shaking his head "Zumthin' nub'hozh iz gunna huppun, mi gruk ihd." He shrugs, reasoning so long as he has his fists and weapons nothing to0 terrible should happen.

Demagol blinks at learning of Finian's odd behavior and the sightings of a strange dwarf "Hrm, t'is nae gud. Ironborn appearin', Dwedmar disappearin' an' new'uns wanderin' t'e 'ills..." The Doomforged's eyes suddenly widen "Oh... by Dormmar's 'ammeh..."

"Free at last, from your hold, from his, and from my own." Demagol Doomforged, Veteran of a dozen wars, kneels before the stone face of his grandfather. A face with emerald gems in it's beard, seemingly shouting a warcry. Should anyone who knew him spot him like this, they would notice he does not wear the glowing heavy plate of his clan, nor is his hair and beard scruffy and ragged. If anything, he looks reborn. His ash-colored hair seeming groomed, his beard trimmed and neat and his clothing a mixture of Brathmordakin Clergy robes, simple Dark Elven attire, and a few pieces of Doomforged plating on his knees down, shoulders, and elbows. He is not the same man as he was before. He kneels there, in front of Urir Ireheart's stone face. The face of a man who had wronged not only his children, but the one who birthed them. Perhaps he had noble intentions, the day he charged into the nether and left his three children in the care of other Paragons. But it would a single goodness in a sea of greed, death, and betrayal. Demagol knew this, and some others did as well. But only Demagol felt it was his duty to make things right. So the Doomforged kneels in front of his grandfather, his stone fist clenching tightly as he stands to stare the statue in the eyes. "Ye gave yerself to Iblees, dragged Virak an' meh wit' ye intuh ah war 'gains' our own kin, an' ye ge' ah statue in t'e throne room." He reers back the rune-covered fist, and thrusts it into the base of the statue causing an indention filled with cracks. The sudden burst of anger made Demagol's well-kept hair to fall in front of his glowing red eyes, to which he brushes aside "Paragon my arse." The Doomforged strides out of the throne room's hallway and makes his way out of the city, the anger gone and a calmness taken over. One beardling that had seen the act watchs him leave, mouth agape.

A Doomforged nods "Gud ta' see otheh kin comin' 'bout. Maybeh Bastion's wit'em."

Name: Kaliss Xyn Age: 324 Gender: Male Do you accept that in joining this order you may at times be tasked with taking the life of another mali’ker? Of course. Do you accept that under particular circumstances you may be removed from the order? And under serious enough terms, executed? I understand, completely. Do you accept that we are not fanatics? And that should a mali'ker refuse to accept the Ancestors (Provided what they believe is wholesome) that we shall do no harm to them? Not a finger shall be laid upon them.

Complete wipe or remove it, preferably remove it. The old days when it was just us RPing in vanilla minecraft with a few cosmetic mods (MPM/Map mods) and small plugins (Gates, LWC, etc etc) were the best, and always will be the best.

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What is thy name? Rorrec What is thy soulname (MC name)? TheDarkDorf, bound to change eventually What is thy race? Human What is thy age? 31 Art thou Undead? I am not. If so, what form doth thou take? If not, art thou willing to die to become one with the Redshrouds? More than willing. What is thy mastered profession of craftsmanship? None as of yet. What is thy mastered martial profession? The martial art of the sword. Art thou godless? I am.

I'd be highly interested in another fight with the Devourer, might even bring back the character I had played during the event.

The Dungrimm's Mouth battles in the Fringe. My Grandaxe trials/Dedicant tasks Grandaxe festival in the Fringe. My lil' ol' shack outside of Kal'Arkon, with a garden that got trampled after every Orenian charge The daily shenanigans my druid dwarf Norik got into with Beth and Aphoros

Name: Kaliss Xyn Age: 324 Race (If not mali'ker then an interview will be required): Mali'ker Notable Skills: I'm a scholar, not much of a warrior or laborer. ((Haven't gotten much into skills, I'll let you know once I've gotten something past clumsy)) How many will be moving in with you? Just myself. Do you accept the laws of Ebonglade and by extension Laureh'lin? I do. Mc Name: TheDarkDorf (Bound to change) Skype: None

See Zero's post. Let's mix things up, instead of going to a land that's somehow divided into regions perfect for each race, let's take it to somewhere inhospitable. Take Morrowind for example. It's an ash-covered, cult-infested, fiery wasteland. And yet Dunmer are farming and calling the place home. They don't have regular animals to get their leather and meat from, they have floating squid brain creatures on steroids. Then there's also Solsteim, the island up north. It's still an extreme terrain and filled with danger, but it's not the same old ashlands. As for transition (I probably went way off topic with the above), just do something that's natural. Or something that's bound to kill off (And I mean kill, PK, Go bye bye, Adios, whatever you want to call it) a whole lot of people, or at the very least those willing to PK/Put toon on the shelf and make a new character. We've been going at the same old grudges, same old people, same old leaders for 3-4 maps now. Let's start over. Not a complete wipe, but at the very least clean it up.

Character Name: Kaliss Xyn Minecraft Username: TheDarkDorf Race: Dark Elf Timezone: CST Desired Magic: Electrical Evocation

spittin' flames, too hot too hot, pie cant handle it i don't do approve of this meme

Valun nods "Da betrayer Dagor dusnae deserve da riogh' tuh beh uh dorf 'ef 'e gives up on 'is blood clan suh easileh."

MC Name: GoodDaySir Character Name: Valun Starbreaker Skill: Blacksmith/Miner/Cook/Farmer/Thahnium Semi-Expert Reason for Joining: Good ol' Dwarven RP, why wouldn't I join? Can you work with others?: Always. Are you alright for not getting payed?: Not a problem at all.

Valun shakes his head after hearing of the deaths coming from the construction "Dey aren' doin' 'et riogh'. Need sum real Starbreakeh expertise wit' da deep places tuh ge' 'et done safeleh."

An older looking cave dwarf strides into Kal'Akash with a look of confidence and determination in his green eyes. After wandering about the city for some long hours, and a couple strolls among the mountains, peeking into various cave openings. Only after two days search does he return to the city with a look of disappointment. He steps onto the stairs of the tavern, and as a Goldhand had before (Only quieter), gather the attention of the passing dwarves on their way to work or to the tavern itself. "Meh fellow dwedmar! Ah am Valun Starbreakeh, an' ah seek t'e res' o' meh clan. If aneh o' ye've seen Dared, or aneh otheh Starbreakeh, please send'em meh way, woul' ye?" With that, Valun wanders into the tavern and finds a seat. He orders a tall glass of wine, then opens a journal in which he begins scribbling in. ((Yes, I know this is copying what Karma did. Any Starbreakers can respond to this, meet me IG, or PM me. Thanks!))

Demagol looks at this, nodding sadly "'e wus able tuh duh wut ah coul' not, make amends." He scratchs his cheek "Though, ah doubt 'e made as maneh enemehs as meh."

Housing Application MC Name: VodeAn IC Name: Miklaeil Occupation: Hopefully joining the Sirame Additional Residents(Ic and their mc names): None. Additional Resident's occupation: None. Have you read the laws and obligations?: I have.

Name: Miklaeil Race: Mali'ame Age: 127 Occupation: Wanderer, hopefully this will take my empty occupation. Experience: I've some knowledge in swordsmanship and adept with the bow. Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): The sword. Place of Current Residence: None. OOC: Username: VodeAn Nexus Profession+Proficiency: New persona, probably will go farming/cooking Timezone: CST Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N) Yep

You were always pretty cool back when I still had Norik (The heartattacks you nearly gave him..). Fun to chat with, had a funny and interesting character, and was overall a friend.

Anthos was a flood. But I agree, something logical and interesting and not 'OoooOooO The boogie mans come to take our world!' or 'Oh dearie, here comes the waters. C'mon kids! Pack yer bags, we're movin' realms!'

Demagol nods his head "Kardel beh in t'e riogh' 'ere, t'is Hieden lad 'asnae even behn in t'e Kingdom fer bu' ah month er twu! An' now 'es runnin' fer King? Urguan 'as alreadeh behn shamed recen'leh in t'e eyes o' it's own people, bu' if it allows ah beardlin' tuh sit on t'e Obsidian Throne... nae... t'is tuh sad tuh speak 'bout."

Name: Demagol Doomforged ((McName)): VodeAn Race and Settlement Affiliation: Doomforged (Dwarf), Urguan Candidate: Kardel Irongut Place an X beside the candidate you wish to vote for. Hieden Grandaxe ((Cynicalking)) Kardel Irongut ((Ziko)) X