ThumperJack

Miklaeil nods with a small smile, "About time."

Coolio

Lyth’ros Des’Nox ===---==-==---=== Nicknames: Lyth Race: Mali’ker Occupation: Merchant, Religious zealot Age: 99 Alignment: Lawful Neutral Status: Alive, Active ==--=-=--== Height: 6’1 Hair color: Black Eye color: Crimson Siblings: None Parents: Lyth’rel Des’Nox (father), Rosria (mother) Adopted Children: None Biological Children: None Spouse: None ==--=-=--== Demeanor: Amongst other elves (Though mainly other ‘ker) he is a very friendly, humorous fellow who enjoys a good drink or smoke. However, when it comes to the other races and his worship of the ancestors and spirits, he can be cold and seemingly uncaring. Attire: He generally wears simple, loose robes that expose his silvery tattoos. He also sometimes wears a suit of chitin and bone armor in the style of the old Ordinator guard. Skills and Abilities: He generally is a swordsman, though wields a spear on occasion. He also rather adept at creating banners and tapestries to adorn on walls or tableclothes. He seems to have very good hygiene too (If he smells like Old Spice Fiji all the time, then of course this is a skill) ==--=-=--==

Miklaeil scratched his head, brow lofting, "You'd think people would do their research before making public announcements."

Vosirk Grandaxe, son of Fimlin, looks up at the missive upon oone traveling day or other. The mountain dwarf's lips parting into a great smile, "My kin 'ave returned."

"Accepted. Come to me or another Halerir to start." Miklaeil sends this to the applicant, nodding.

The Iron Druid reads through this, perking a brow softly, "Interesting." The short druid mutters, glancing around before moving off to meditate on this further. ((The Sith Code, eh? I like it.))

Are we forever short druid buddies? When will you make me master druid of all the known realms?

Miklaeil Silma ===---==-==---=== Nicknames: Mik -- Haelun’or, Dominion Guard Race: Mali’ame Occupation: Druid Age: 110 Alignment: Lawful Neutral Status: Alive, Active ==--=-=--== ==--=-=--== Height: 5’7 Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Green Siblings: Aravae Csarathaire (Adopted) Parents: Mennil (Father), Mirriel (Mother) - Both Deceased Adopted Children: None Biological Children: Rinae Silma (Daughter) Spouse: Raenil Silma ==--=-=--== ((Credit to megatruh.deviantart)) ==--=-=--== Demeanor: He has grown from the originally quiet man into a very expressive man who finds joy in being a good, friendly individual. He tends to be quite cheeky with his friends, and prone to odd actions due to the natural lack of sanity that most druids acquire. Attire: Generally he will be seen in loose robes of some sort with his golden seed tattoos exposed, though he also wears a suit of elvish armor with a waistcoat over it. Skills and Abilities: He is skilled with the blade and the bow, generally preferring a more defensive stance with the former and using the latter when at greater range. His less combat oriented skills include farming, fletchery, and good hygiene (If he smells like Old Spice Fiji all the time, then of course this is a skill) For reference: More to be added ==--=-=--==

Hate to see you go. Hope everything works out for ya, you're a very creative guy. Loved RPing with ya.

Vosirk Will add more soon!

Vosirk sends in a letter, "I already constructed a shrine to Anbella." Would be all that the letter reads, as well as his signature.

The Iron Druid nods softly upon reading this very fine letter upon the noticeboard, "Rage and hate has consumed us all for too long. Its time a new path opened for the Order, one that leads us far from the political games and rivalries we now find ourselves trapped in."

The Iron Druid sat alone within the mountains outside Kaz'Ulrah, surrounded by the trees of his small piece of nature. It was where he realized his love for his wife, where he meditated and trained, and now where he mourns his missing lover. It was pain he had not experienced before, a hollow feeling in his chest that seemed to grow as more tears went down his cheeks. It was during one of these such moments of utter despair that the Iron Druid felt the loss of his mate's father. Vosirk rose slowly to his feet, shaking as a feral rage began to replace his carved out heart, and a few minutes later a dark red lupine form bounded toward the Mother Grove.

okay

Character Description (be as descriptive as possible!): Mountain Dwarf feral with shoulder-length, dark red hair and a shortish beard. He has light brown eyes with a golden hue to the whites, due to the feral affliction. He has an old scar over his right eye. Character Sheet: Skin Screenshot: Check char sheet Extra Shading: If you feel like it, if not, it's cool! Reference(s): Art in the char sheet

Ghorvakh'Braduk lifted his head from the flames of his campfire, looking up toward the sky with a small huff, "Perhapz."

Hey there, I'm been having some awful problems trying to connect to the server lately. I'll try to log in and before my game has even spawned me in it'll come up with: I keep trying this only to get similar messages of 'Timed Out' or more of the above. It happens when I'm already logged in as well, randomly and without warning it'll just disconnect me. I've tried everything I can think of to try, restarting my game, restarting my computer, restarting my internet. Any suggestions as to how I can get this fixed? It's really been making RP (Or just logging in at all) more of a chore than anything. Also, all my other servers seem to work fine. It's only LotC that does this.

Name of resident: Vosirk Blackaxe Race and Ethnicity: Mountain Dwarf, Resident Druid Combat Experience (circle one): None ; Some ; Moderate ; Weathered OOC: IGN: ThumperJack_ Discord: You got it ~Hours on server spent a day: 2-3? I dunno, I hop on when I can ~Availability on weekdays: Afternoons, mainly

A bearded Druid picks one of the many notices up during one of his rare trips to Caras Eldar, nodding faintly as he reads before dropping the sheet in front of the tavern, "Good shite."

I think the main issue is like you said, no one is being creative with their magic. I could care less how many mages there are, let people do what they want to do, so long as it isn't generic 'pew pew im a mage zap zap ur ded'. And that has it's place as well, but not in every aspect of magic RP.

OOC Application Minecraft Name: ThumperJack_ Discord/Skype: ThumperJack#1536 IC Application Name: Haelun'or Race: High Elf Age: 289 Previous Martial Experience: I've much knowledge with the use of the blade, bow, and glaive. Never will you find a more capable guardsman than I, llir. I'm the peak of what it means to be in a city watch.

Vosirk sets three pikes in the ground, looking between them, "Now which one of these would fit a halfling..."

Dwarf, any kind of dwarf. Play a priest in the clergy, blacksmith for anyone, golemancer, runesmith if thats even possible anymore.

The Iron Druid bows his head, muttering a prayer to Anbella and the Aspects to grant Einar a safe journey, "Farewell, lad. Good luck."