ThumperJack

Demagol seems to have left from the meeting.

Demagol nods as he listens, having not the slightest of an idea on what he's talking about, but he pretends he knows.

Demagol walks in, sits down, and munches on a bit of bread. Also does not have a fancy picture for it.

I'd suggest going a different clan, if you are half-elf, then Ironguts may be best. Grandaxe wouldn't accept a half-elf. But its all up to you.

Demagol reads the engraving on the strange stone he spotted while walking to the city. His bright orange eyes close, then open, he brushes some snow off the top, and slides out a piece of Thanium, he slides out a small pickaxe, and cuts a indention into the stone above the engraving, he places the Thanium into it with a small click. Demagol puts a fist against his chest in a sign of respect. "Oi woul' 'ave followed ye. Oi woul' fough' fer ye. May Dungrimm 'ave merceh on ye, fer it is nae yer fault." Demagol walks off, singing a small song Doomforge funeral song.

Demagol strokes his ash grey beard as he reads over this "Hm, strange indeed." He then laughs, and walks off "Troi meh." ((Mc name: Greenpelt201345. Not interested in joining, but I'd love to RP with this group))

Demagol arches an eyebrow "Now oi'm t'inkin' some lads are starkeh t'an othehs." Norik rolls his ghostly eyes "Idiots, t'ey t'ink t'e 'umri will 'old tu' anehthin' ov t'is sort."

Demagol isnt a cultist, never was. "Racist mountain dwed.."

Demagol laughs as he walks past them "Ye lads tryin' tu' ge' yer ol' titles back it seems? Wantin' yer poweh back? Ye fiove are t'e bane ov Urguan. Ye killed some cultists. Ye didn' save us. Go back tu' death, ye greedeh /unded/." Demagol walks away, and he goes back to smithing, and preparing for the coming days.

((Love it. Dwarven music is scarce.))

Could you make one thats like a dwarven battle march? Something we could chant going into battle. Also, if you could, make one for clan Doomforge? If you do, PM me for details on Doomforge or look on our clan thread.

Demagol swings his hammer down upon his latest project, sparks fly, and he says "Oi'm comin' 'ome, oi'm comin' 'ome. Tell t'e world oi'm comin' 'ome..."

Demagol hears word of this. So he sharpens his sword and hardens his armor. "Narvak oz Dorkadrel."

If we ever get moved to 1.8, you could rp the rabbits as swamp rats. I like this idea, something small yet still pretty cool. +1

Thanks for all the support! And Skype won't be here for me anytime soon, I added some to the app to show what I can do to make up for lack of communication.

I really like this idea! +1

Demagol glances at the ears, and smirks "Anotheh killeh it seems 'as appeared." Then he grumbles "Tuw maneh appearin'. Tuw maneh insane elves goin' 'round."

Minecraft name(s): ThumperJack_ Skype ID: Sorry, won't be getting one any time soon. Time zone:EST Have you ever been banned or received a strike? If so, link the report:No. Do you hold / have you held any other staff positions? Currently in the Mentor branch of the AT. What MMORPG/video games have you / do you play? (Past and Present) Skyrim, Guild Wars 2, Star Wars: The Old Republic, Oblivion, Destiny, and many more but those are the most prevalent. What are your characters? Are you willing to sacrifice any to become a Event member? Demagol Doomforged, and no, I'm not willing to sacrifice him, although, maybe other side characters. What race / group do you think your events would best cater to? If none in particular, give an example of the type of group that your events would entertain. I would say the dwarves. Mainly because I started out on the server with their rp, and their lore. So I figure I'd be a whole lot more attuned to their rp and events. And I can do rp that is more of a 'silly' or 'goofy' nature, but I would still uphold an air of seriousness, and not let such a 'silly' or 'goofy' event fall into complete 'silliness' or 'goofiness'. What do you believe are key factors for a successful event? Cooperative Players, Good Lore, and right RP leading up to it. When was the last time you saw a event? The Feral Elf attacking and kidnapping Titania. What strengths could you contribute to the Event Team? Are you knowledgeable in lore or great at organizing? I've always thought I had a calm attitude and could handle a mess-up in an event/regular rp rather well. And, if I must, I will read up on lore. Organization..eh..maybe. Why do you want to be part of the ET? I want to join because ever since I saw the Anthos flood event, I thought "I want to make people have as much fun as I did during that event". So..yeah. Create three distinct RP scenarios/events based on LOTC lore that you would organize. These are pitches to the Managers and Ouity, not to the community. Note: Not all of the group must be handled at once. Eg: 20+ people via 5 person increments in a dungeon. 1) For 1-3 person: A lone dwarf mines away at the thanium inside the freezing pit, cursing himself for picking such job. Thanium miner, HAH! You'd think he would be paid handsomely for his work, but no. Hes paid no than the average miner in Agnar would. So, there he was, mining at this rock he really had not a care in the world for, when he hears large, very large footsteps. He turns around from the vein of Thanium, seeing a large golem climbing down the rock walls in the pit. The dwarf miner grabs his pick, his bag of Thanium, and his pack, and crawls into a small overhang of rock, hidden from the golem. The golem, is around 7'7, with Thanium coursing around it's body, like veins, leading to it's core inside it's large head. The golem turns it's head, looking directly at where the miner hides, then it looks at the vein that the miner was cutting into. It releases a screech that sounds of dragging metal on stone, angered that someone has stolen it's precious rock. It lumbers over to vein, and smashes it's fist into the Thanium, ripping some out, and dropping it into a compartment in it's chest. The miner's eyes flash rage. He wasn't going to allow this..this stupid machine steal his work! He lets out a fierce war-cry and jumps out, striking his pickaxe across the golem's knee joint. It buckles and falls to one knee, then knocks the dwarf aside with its large arm. The dwarf flys into a nearby wall, but he stands back up. He yells again and charges it, climbing onto it's back and slamming his pick onto the golem's head, breaking into the core's safe place, and blowing the core up, sending the dwarf flying into another wall. He staggers onto his feet, smiling at the carnage he inflicted upon the golem. Now, with a new determination, he goes back to mining his new favorite rock, Thanium. 2) For a group of 5-10: One day, in the dwarven bar, six young dwarves were harassing a beardling, calling his beard small, saying he couldn't even lift a hatchet. Which, these were all untrue. The beardling's beard was reaching his chest now, and could easily lift a waraxe. But the insults struck the poor beardling to the heart, and he yelled "Ye dare insult meh? Oi coul' beat aneh ov ye in oi fioght!". They all laughed, and said "'ow 'bout instead, weh 'ave oi drinkin' battle, eh?" So, they got several mugs, four kegs of ale, two kegs for each dwarf. A large fat dwarf, reeking of old mead, sat across from the beardling. They grabbed their mugs, and filled each full. Then, the drinking began! The fat dwarf downed his in ten seconds, and the beardling fifteen. They filled again, and again, and again. They both finished their first keg, and the fat dwarf was slowing, but still in the lead. So the beardling stood up, stuck his head under the keg, and chugged the entire keg down. The fat dwarf fainted seeing this, and the other dwarves laughed so hard their half-chewed food covered the floor! Those dwarves never messed with the beardling again, they made him their best drinker! 3) For a group of 20+: A group of 27 explorers venture past the mapped borders of their realm, seeking new land. They find something else, something wrong, disgusting, something..not living. They walk into a dark valley, which they decide to camp in for the next week, plotting their location and resting. They set up their tents, and go about their regular business as they did during their last two stops. After three days, 3 of the explorers get bored and walk into the ruin, but they don't come back. The leader if the group sends in 7 more to find them. The 7 don't return. Leaving only 17 explorers left, they decide to leave the 10 behind. But the ruin has other plans. Something inside lures them all in, taking them through its dark halls and tombs. They all come upon a large chamber, the allure of the ruin gone by now, and they see an army of undead beasts. By army, its more of a raiding party, but they heavily outnumbered the explorers. The undead 'army' rushed at the explorers, and the explorers attacked, but the odds quickly began to show the undead as the victor. The last man standing, the leader of the group, hastily writes down a warning to any who come, and then, the undead kill him. How long do you plan to stay in the ET? As long as I can I suppose. Tell me a joke: Why didn't the toliet paper cross the road? Because it fell in a crack! I feel I should explain the last two scenarios. 2. Its basically a dwarf event in the tavern, with young beardlings showing their worth, and drunk dwarves all around. Its something I haven't seen in Agnar for a very long time, so, I figured it'd be a good dwarf event. 3. Its more a prequel event. An event leading up to an event. Another group would hear tell of this lost group, and go searching for them. Making for a great Search and Rescue type of event. Thanks for reading the app! I hope to working with you all soon! ~Your Friendly Neighborhood Mandalorian I've lost track of how many times I've updated it so...Updated! Updated Username! Updated current main character! Updated for..I dunno..Updated!

Demagol hands the man some minas. "T'ank ye, t'is is useful infermation.

Demagol laughs, sharpening some swords and hardening some metal as he reads the note a bird just gave him. "Per'aps its tiome Doomforge finished t'is."

I'm Norik Grandaxe, Mountain Druid, Father, and friend to many. The Lord of the Craft started for me back in the Fringe, where I wandered the land, seeking adventure. I eventually quit the practice since, the land wasn't large enough for me to wander without seeing the same things over and over again. So I settled down just outside Kal'Arkon, where, I discovered my roots as a Grandaxe. I finished my clan trials, escalated the ranks of the dwarven legion till I stopped at Ironbreaker. I fought in the Human-dwarf war, or, what I prefer to call 'The Daily war'. I retired from the legion and became a dedicant, where learned of the Druidic arts. I survived the Khorvad's Plague, but I had nightmares of it forever on. After the mysterious move to Thales, I built a new home and spent more time with the Sun Elves than my own race. One day, I was at the very new Raine Academy, and a caught a teenage Dark elf girl watching me, she was exhausted and malnourished, and I found out, homeless. I took her in, adopted her, and Dhaunae became my pride and joy. I fell in love with a human woman, who was possessed by a men killing demon. But I loved the woman, not the demon, but I couldn't save her and I went into a depression. I got over it, but I got more nightmares that never ended. After the move to Athera, I finished my dedicancy and became The Mountain Druid. I, sadly, went mad from grief when my daughter disappeared and the nightmares worsened. I was in my close friend Beth's room when I woke from another Madness attack. I told her I was a danger to those around me. I drew my sword, and ended my pain. ((Its not flowy, I know. :())

Demagol sees this, reads the note, and laughs. Then his face turns stone cold. "Troi meh. Moi blade will taste yer blood."