ThumperJack

Well, its full....

((May I also be in this? OOCly of course. I hope to be coming back in 4.0, or before.)) ((EDIT: Sorry, thought this was via forums.))

(OOC) MC Name (Alts too): Greenpelt201345 Skype (PM me if preferred): Nub skype. Sorry. Have you been banned before?: Nope. How long have you been on the server?: Since the Fall of Anthos event. Will you be active (Helping out is a must) as a Scion?: I will when I can, mainly because of school and such. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (IC) Name? ((Name of character joining)): Norik ((Clanless right now)) Race?: Dwarf Age: 330s By joining, you agree not to involve yourself in any racial war, unless approval has been given by the Head Scion, do you acknowledge this?: Of course, that is already a rule I follow. What profession have you committed yourself to?: I am a Dedicant of the Druids, and for the more 'At home', I am a well enough farmer. Are you a fighter? (Its okay not to be!): Yes, Retired Ironbreaker of the Urguan Legion, and no, I'm middle aged in the dwarven society, Im not an old-timer yet. Are you wanted in any Nation at this current moment?: Not that I know of. If yes, please clarify why (Or ask for a private talk): ((OOC note: Does this have massive amounts of magic use? Meaning is this a magic centered guild? or just a guild for hunting creatures of evil? Thanks for reading the app!))

Norik chuckles, hearing that the kingdom is still getting worse and worse with it's leaders.

First! edit: 2nd :( and YAY

(( Very Nice! Not as good as...say.. an axe. ))

Norik becomes very glad he left while he could. "Taxation? BAH! Dey tryin tuw kill deh people now." Norik goes back to being awesome.

Clan Grandaxe lore

Norik gets a grin on his face "So ah lead deh farmin division? Ah'll teach dese slouts 'ow tuw realleh ge' sum crop!" Norik chuckles and then sets off to make the 'farm' worthy of being called a farm.

Norik chuckles hearing this, then goes to get his axe ready, ask Dhaunae if she would like to come, then get her a weapon. Then teach her how to use said weapon, then point at whoever told her some certain words and say "Sick em". Then would go to the clan hall with her. "'untin soon! Lets show Fimlin 'ow ye can beh ah wortheh Grandaxe! Show em wots fer, eh?" Norik then snaps out of his daydream, and goes off to make the dream happen. Especially the 'sick em' one.

Norik looks at the poor halfling, then starts cleaning his axe, making sure its sharp and ready. "Ah dare ye, cum afteh meh, try an' kill meh, ah'll bring ye wif meh." Norik takes one last look at the halfling, then begins walking back home.

Norik chuckles at the notice, thinking he could use a assistant. "Ah'll give it ah gu, mioght make sum profit oota dis." He writes a note on the notice. My friend, I would happily take you in as an assistant. Send ah bird, rat, mule, woteva ye use to meh an' ah'll make shure weh can make ah wondehful buisness. Ah will mos' definetleh listen tuw yer ideas, an' allow ye tuw do woteva oter profession ye want. Gud luck choosin, an' ah 'ope tuw wurk wif ye soon. ((Forum PM, or In-game. Doesn't matter to me.))

Can we increase Server pop. limit? The server seems to be full.

Chub the Goblin randomly gets hit with a stone. "Wub? Lat makz Chubz belleh jiggle! HurrHurr!".