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Your application has been DENIED for the following reason(s): - You must be at least 13 years old to play on Lord of the Craft. - Your Metagaming and Powergaming definitions are unacceptable. You could refer to my explanations in the WS chat to help you or these two links. Metagaming - Powergaming - Your character biography is incredibly short and fails to tell us anything about your character. It also fails to sufficiently tie your character into the LotC worldverse by using specific references to our lore. - Your Character Description failed to tell us anything about the appearance of your character. - You have failed to identify a weakness of any sort that your character possesses. - Your current skin does not match that of a Dark Elf. If you need a Dark Elf skin I could assist you or you could ask for help from other members of the community. --- You may re-apply at any time. Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

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Your application has been DENIED for the following reason(s): - Your Metagaming and Powergaming definitions are obviously insufficient. - Your character biography tells us nothing about your character and makes not attempt to fit them into the Lord of the Craft setting. - Your character name is not fitting for that of a farfolk (or any other race for that matter). - Your character description gives us little to no information about your character. - Your skin is unacceptable for the server. --- You may re-apply at any time. Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Your application has been ACCEPTED. Good work. You will be implemented onto the server shortly (though I do wish to inform you that most halflings do not use money). Until then I would encourage you to read more server lore which can be found on our WIKI. --- Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

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((You should specify which tavern, neat post though

“Ramakhet.” Tajo told the elder Farseer “Lat built a shrine tu.. who?” Nazark’Gorkil would ask “Spirit of the Desert.” the bald elf would respond “I haz nub heard ob diz zpirit…” he would think for a moment “Mi peep forward tu diz farpeep. Let’z gu tu da dezurt den.” The duo would march from the heart of the Uzg to the desert, a small oasis just ahead of them. The Gorkil would kneel down and pick up a handful of sand as he walked towards the far end of the oasis but where once a shaman den was had been sealed off entirely. “Mmmrmm..” the Farseer would look confused “Me zuppose we will nub be duin’ da Farpeerp heyr in da dezurt. It’z nub sayf tu du diz in da open.” he tells the elf “Follow me, me haz a playz in da mesa.” The two would march off once again before they would arrive to a quaint little den. Created in the hollow beneath a long deceased tree they would gather around a flame, a pile of cactus green burning off some rolling white clouds of smoke. “Hav lat been on a farpeep befuur Tajo?” Nazark would ask “Yes, many times.” the Lur would respond back “Hozh…” the Farseer would say “Then juzt relax, Bruddah.” he would take a deep breath of the intoxicating smoke. He would tap his knee with the sand in his knee in a rhythm as he began chanting “Frumz, bugdizg latz, anork uzg gorbugudlab.” he would take a deep breath and close his eyes as he continues to chant “Frumz, bugdizg latz, anork uzg gorbugudlab.” Soon the two would fade out of consciousness and feel completely sensory deprived. Almost in unison they would begin rubbing their eyes to fulfill their sense of sight. At first it would be a blurry black and white before they would find themselves in a clear jungle type landscape. Knee deep in a pond and surrounded with flora of many types. Vibrant greens all around them and rich brown barks nearby. “Diz iz… nub da dezurt.” Nazark would say as he stepped out of the pond and began snapping his fingers beside his ears tu bring back his sense of hearing. Soon after he would rub his hands together to regain his sense of touch while looking to watch Tajo as he’s also doing a similar thing. “No, it isn’t.” Tajo would respond as he looks around curiously “Well den let’z get moovin’.” responds the Farseer as he begins marching through the wild plantlife for a bit After a moment the duo would begin hearing a light whish noise that would become louder as they headed farther in their direction. Though as Nazark went to peel back another branch and continue on their path they would see a raging sandstorm just ahead of them. “Hrmm… I du nub think.” The Farseer would advise as he watches the storm rage on. Though as this was suggested Tajo would tie his wolf pelt around his face and go to rush out into the volatile weather. As soon as he broke free of the thicket of bushes he would collapse into the sand and the storm would rip sand into Tajo’s skin and begin filling the wounds. The Gorkil would groan and haul Tajo back to safety. “Wub in da skah….” he would curse as he looks at the wounds on the elf. He wound bend down on his knee and pull Tajo over his shoulder to carry him “Let’z git lat back tu da pond tu kleen deez.” he would say as he hauled off the elf, who was surprisingly heavy because of how much muscle mass the elf had developed. He was significantly more built than other elves, specifically Artimec. That guy is actually scrawny lmao. The two would appear back to the pond but things had changed. The pond would seem to have changed to become a small lake that was shimmering and teeming with life. “Wub da skah….” Nazark would remark as he set Tajo down beside the water. The injured Tajo would point to the water, a ripple had broken smooth the surface of the water. “Mirz kullat?” calls out Nazark. No answer. “Mirz kullat?” he would call out once again in Old Blah. After a moment's pause the water would begin to take shape, the form of a 13 foot tall woman who was made entirely of water at first but then her hair would be made of wildflowers, clothes of foliage and her face was dotted with freckles made of bubbles. “Ytris.” she would introduce herself, continuing on in Old Blah “Hello there!” calls out Tajo Nazark would translate for Tajo “Ytris, spirit of the oasis. Lesser of Ramakhet and we are the first shamans to have met her.” Tajo the Bald nods his head, not turning away from the spirit as he listens to Nazark. He speaks back to him in common, "To think th' spirit which despises life would birth a harbor for life, funny hurhur." Nazark would introduce himself to the spirit “Nazark’Gorkil, Hondhognûrz agh inûrlal ob Phaedrus’Yar.” he would then ask “Traumug?” Ytris would pause before responding in Old Blah, seeming to make an offer. Quickly Nazark would respond "Akh." before translating for Tajo "Zhe blahs dat da domayn ob Ramakhet iz inhozpittabuhl. Though iv we build a totem tu her back howm den zhe will heal latz woundz agh blezz uz zo dat we may pazz through da dezurt safely." "Tha' es a good fockin' plan my friend.” says the Elf Nazark'Gorkil would nod and speaks to Ytris once more "Akh. Slaiug kramp." and the spirit would wade her way across the surface of the water and kneel in front of Tajo. She would drag her thumb across his forehead, leaving behind a blue glowing mark. Her touch would seem to radiate through the elf to give a sensation of rejuvenation and calm while it would also heal his physical wounds. Tajo the Bald smiles as the spirit heals his wounds and rejuvenates him! The bald man claps his hands in excitement and does a little dance "Woo-hoo!" Ytris would then shift to kneel before Nazark and replicate the process to which he would respond with a tame "Narnûlubat, Ytris." The spirit would then take a step back and the waterry form would offer a smile before falling back into the pond all at once. "Bub'hozh..." the Gorkil would say "Let'z git moovin'." "Ok then." responded Tajo and so they turned and began to march back towards the sandstorm. When they reached it Nazark would hold his hand out into it at first. The sand would seem to break upon contact with his skin and scatter, like grains in a liquid. A large grin would cross the Farseers face as he would wave for Tajo to follow him as he set out at a jog through the desert. The duo would run blindly into the desert for a bit before they would coordinate changing directions. They would run with the wind on their back, in harmony with the sandstorm. The grains that whipped through the air broke on their back and they continued running for quite some time. Nazark would point out particular things such as a massive humanoid creature that was seemingly made of cacti was fending off an attack from a large feral dog. “Lezzurs.” Nazark would remark as they continued on. Eventually a figure would become apparent in the distance, a large set of sandstone stairs. The Farseer would raise a hand for Tajo to halt before taking the canteen off of his hip and taking a sip, offering the rest to Tajo. “Me duz nub truzt diz skah.” said the Orc. Tajo would drink from the canteen before handing it back over and Nazark would hold it over his head before dropping it onto the first step. As if a trap was triggered the seemingly solid stair crumbled away and blew in the wind. “Unlee azh kan klimb.” warns Nazark “Me duz nub gruk wub diz meenz.” Tajo would take a moment, pausing to think about the possibilities before deciding "I say we find a way ta proceed." Nazark would nod in agreement, seemingly displeased with what the staircase could mean but regardless he would pick up his canteen and attach it to his belt once again and begin to jog off through the desert. The heat would be no stranger to the two, they had basically been raised in it for the many years as they worked as members of the War Nation in Axios. Though it seemed to slow their pace for a bit. It almost seemed like they weren’t getting anywhere. When they looked to their feet they realized that was exactly what was going on. The sand shifted under their feet each time they took a step, refusing them any traction so that they could move forward. Nazark would grunt and Tajo would frustratedly scream over the howling of the storm “THE SAND WONT STOP FOCKIN MOVING!" The Farseer would compose himself and call out once "Mal kramplat nargzabghaara?" As if waiting for words to be uttered in Old Blah a grey stone horn would rise out of the sand before the duo. Old Blah etched into it but worn beyond comprehension, the horn would be chained down but to nothing in particular. It would seem that the chains ran straight into the sand. Tajo would fall backwards in surprise before asking "Blow it?" as he hieves himself back to his feet. Nazark'Gorkil grumbles "Zuppose we nub hav a choiz..." he would lean over and attempt to blow the stone horn As his lips met the mouthpiece the horn would glow a bright red, heat radiating from it. Though his lips would glow a faint blue in return and the sound from the horn would be that of a million shifting sands, hundreds of fell cacti, a dingo at twilight, the rolling of a dune and the familiar sound of the Horn of Yar. It would echo throughout the desert, the soundwave rippling across the sand and the raging sandstorm would stop at once. The sand simply falling out of the air and Nazark seemingly pushed back from the horn, gasping for breaths. The Huntsgoth cringes at the loud and booming horn "There we FOCKIN go!" Nazark'Gorkil looks around, panic in his eyes as though he'd never witnessed something of the sort. "Alrighty where es th' spirit," Tajo says as he dusts himself clear of sand and looks around. As if on queue a scorpion’s tail would cast a shadow over the two from ¾ a mile a way. It was easily 80 stories tall and it was growing near. A ripple would seemingly run below the surface of sand in a serpentine pattern, rocketing towards the duo to close the distance. “It’z tik tu go.” said the Farseer to Tajo, reaching to grab his wrist The massive head of a cobra would shoot out of the sand about 30 yards in front of them. It would bare rows of tusk and have glowing red eyes that would pierce your soul. It would hiss and then before you could blink it lunged right for them. The eager huntsgoth attempted to slide down the dune towards Ramakhet but the farseer would not allow it. Nazark yanked Tajo towards him, by the wrist, and muttered something in Old Blah and the two awoke in their mortal forms once again.

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Changed Status to Under Review Your application has been DENIED for the following reason(s): - Your character does not seem to be a Kharajyr. Kha are large feline people but your character appears to be an Elf. (I assume this based off of the skin, description and that you mentioned they are from Fenn) - Your character can not be initially influenced by magic, they will need to have all of this interaction happen in game. - Crystals will not provide a character with magical abilities. --- Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

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Your application has been DENIED for the following reason(s): - Your Metagaming definition, although close, you have simply given two situations of metagaming and have failed to define the broad idea of what exactly it is. - Your character does not seem to fit into the LotC world. You need to include some of the server lore and perhaps your character should not have jeans and a British accent because this is actually a medieval-fantasy server. - I'm not quite sure what you mean by "He is sad when his friends have him choked." You'll need to elaborate on what you mean. - You will also elaborate on what you mean when you say that he "has a high level." - Your current skin is unacceptable because jeans and tennis shoes do not fit the medieval fantasy theme of the server. You may re-apply in 6 hours. --- Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

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Changed Status to Under Review Your application has been DENIED for the following reason(s): - Your Metagaming and Powergaming definitions are of course not acceptable but to help guide you in understanding what is expected as an answer in your next application I will direct you to these links (Metagaming - Powergaming) which will explain what each term means. If those don't help you then I'd suggest joining the Discord link at the bottom of this message. - Your character Biography needs to include 1-2 references to our server lore and it should detail things such as your character's backstory, interests, hobbies, profession, etc... Again if you need help with those things then I think you should join the Discord link near the bottom of this message. - your character should not be a member of a royal family unless you have permission for such, so being named "Prince Zach" wouldn't quite be very fitting. - The interesting facts about your character should be a bit more impactful, so maybe elaborate on what you meant because the simple one word responses are not sufficient. - Your skin is not at all acceptable. The server takes place in the medieval era so having the hoodie, tennis shoes, headphones and the sort do not make any sense. You will need to change your skin. You may re-apply in 6 hours. --- Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

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Changed Status to Under Review Your application has been ACCEPTED. Good work. You will be implemented onto the server shortly. Until then I would encourage you to read more server lore which can be found on our WIKI. --- Here is the link to the LotC Help Discord. You will be able to find people who can answer questions and help you find your place in the server once you are accepted: https://discord.gg/jrgvXc --- If you would like to contact me you may either message me over the forums or contact my Discord: TaxSeason#7949

I love you and I thought of you last night when DW Chippy's inted at MSI. I likely won't come back to the Halflings for reasons that we've previously discussed which means we simply won't be as exposed to each others presence as we used to be. If you ever wanna play an Orc I'm here waiting but I do regret that we don't spend as much time together as we once did. Perhaps I'll try playing a halfling once again... You know what, **** em dude, I'll play a halfling again. I'll see you in a bit, toss me in halfling chat if you can. **** it, I'll come back to you baby.

It was probably when my character, Nazark, found his Farseer teacher. I was hanging out in the Uzg, just came back from a mining haul and Hedgehug's character, Shagarath, is not somebody widely respected but Shamanistic's character, Falum'Lur, most definitely was. So the duo approached him and told him that they should join them on a journey to the Dominion, he agreed, not quite sure what was going on but he wasn't really doing anything that was all too important. They sailed and marched their way over and after dealing with a guard who was reluctant to let three orcs stroll in the trio made their way to the Phaedrus Shrine and smithy area. Nazark was noticably confused but he held a deep level of respect for the area, he had known Phaedrus in his life and often mined for him so that the honorary could proceed in smithing for the Uzg. Nazark had been one of the only and most stubborn supporter of Phaedrus throghout his entire rise through the ranks of the Uzg and had been devastated when Phaedrus died but in this smithing area Shagarath, the lutauman, would use the blessings that were placed upon the Spear of Phaedrus that was held in the shrine to project a mirage of Phaedrus forward. Phaedrus was communicating from Stargush'Stroh and after a short stint of conversation he offered to teach Nazark how to become a Farseer. A few reasons for why this is massive is because Nazark's father was a legendary whitewash and dark shaman so in a sense there was a feeling of shedding that stigma to begin forming his own legacy but also because Nazark made a sacrifice of the Kha pelt he had worn his entire life to Phaedrus and he made a promise. He promised to be the best student he could be and to make Phaedrus proud of who he would develop into through the guidance of the Elf. With the conclusion of this lessons would begin soon after and a new chapter of the Orc's life (who was nearly 150 years old) began. This was a sort of legendary moment that I can always look back fondly on. I can appreciate most people who stick around as a halfling as long as you do and you seem to have generally positive intentions. You're good in my books most of the time, though you could stand to maybe distance yourself from some of the more obnoxious members of the community imo (but if they're your pals then ignore me and do what you enjoy, I'm just an old and bitter halfling).

Because of the generally small size of the group the players tend to become close with one another and then the roleplay they have is stimulated by having an enjoyment of being with the people from the group. That puts an emphasis on the players aiming to make the roleplay enjoyable for others even if it is at the cost of their own enjoyment at times. The halflings have a focus on having fun as a group of friends and serving to benefit that group, other groups do not have that.

After binge watching some YouTube clips of 'My 600-lb Life' I miss the real Grubgoth.

I try to be