arakrsptec

Pretty much Lotc.

An Orenian man in his home in Felsen releases a loud chuckle as he reads the statement, raising a hand to his face. "Declaring an Inquisition against a library! If only the Church had other problems to worry about. Perhaps reading would make better time than this."

I'm not on ET anymore but you can vote for me if you want

AAvel shakes his head, catching a torn off poster as he rumages through the pockets of an Elven man. "Villainous fiends! I shall kill all thieves!" He shouts, setting a pouch of mina in his jacket.

Where did you get the idea they could not be killed unless by a Keeper? It's as if you're killing an Orc. You do not need holy super powers.

Some people prefer Human lore over that of others, and would like to dive into that rather than just dying due to the lack of time several people have to play. I myself have met people at a young age and was soon the same age, and I still act normal in RP with them. (Probably won't reply if you respond, I'm sleeping now). Also, if we wish to speak curses, I'd say Orcs are the only ones that really follow them.

Koraz Nicknames: Cyprian, Corad. Age: 145 Gender: Male Race: ? Status: Dead, but alive. Description Height: 6'6 Weight: 250 lb. Body Type: Strong. Tall. What else? Eyes: Pale blue. Hair: Brown. Skin: Brownish. Markings/Tattoos: Rune of Alistaer Health: Deathly, yet stronger than ever! Personality: Gentle, honorable. Life Style Alignment: ? Deity: Alistaer Religion: Xionism?? Alliance/Nation/Home: ? Job/Class: ? Title(s): Lord of Fury, Wroth's Hand. Weaponry Fighting Style: Longsword, sometimes shield. Trained Weapon: Long sword Avel the Notorious Nicknames: Aaron, Alexander, "Bandit Scum" Age: 20-30 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive Description Height: 6'3 Weight: 200 lb. Body Type: Nimble Eyes: Blue/Purple Hair: Golden Blonde Skin: Golden Markings/Tattoos: ? Health: Alive and swell Personality: A kind, lovely man. Life Style Alignment: Himself. Deity: The Creator Religion: Canonism Alliance/Nation/Home: ? Job/Class: Thief, Bandit, the such Title(s): The Notorious Weaponry Fighting Style: Short sword, Dagger, misc tricks. Trained Weapon: Dagger/Short Sword Faramond Gordon Nicknames: None Age: 40 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive Description Height: 6'3 Weight: 250 lb. Body Type: A strong man. Eyes: Faded blue Hair: Orangeish Skin: Tan Markings/Tattoos: ? Health: Alive Personality: Honorable, distant Life Style Alignment: Oren Deity: The Creator Religion: Canonism Alliance/Nation/Home: Seahelm Job/Class: Hedge Knight Title(s): Ser Weaponry Fighting Style: Longsword and shield Trained Weapon: Longsword

I personally like conflict, because it's fun to RP for me. Don't care for a boring event where everyone's making friends with the antagonist.

"Perhaps the next step would be to define innocence. Many find it the Dark ones you so define to be those automatically in the wrong, while those they are in conflict with are automatically innocent." Comments a passing by Elf.

The apprentice stood before the body of his master long past nightfall, taking in the disgusting picture the Elves had left. "A bold move, for a Druid. Perhaps I should bring an excuse of numbers, but that would be childish." He breathed a deep sigh, eyes set on the body through the small slit of his helmet. Wind snapped at his cape, blowing away some of the rotten smell. "If it is blood you want, my Prince, it is blood you shall receive." He turned, gaze set upon the home of the Wood Elves. "Fear the Old Dark." ((Few times do I post by my phone. Apologies.))

"We fear the Old Dark."

The man stood before the altar without a movement, hands clenched around the spear before him. The wind howled around him, snapping the cape back and forth in a tedious motion, snapping constantly against the armor on his back. "Fear the Old Dark."

I really hate how you portray people with rep. They work really hard on memes, and I find it so obnoxious you make fun for it. Please, stop. (One step done.)

A separate note is pinned as well. "Do not hide the blood upon your hands, Taharien. The simple thought of your deities brings bloodshed to the descendants you call upon. Your followers threaten those who oppose you with false words, and strike those who think different with bloody swords."

The spear in his hand clumped against the ground of the crumbled stones, echoing through the empty ruins that surrounded the bloody stone altar. "Deth'reker varys arok kazad," The Templar spoke, watching a drop of blood fall into the stone crevices.

MC Name: arakrsptec. IC Name: Pylin. Occupation: Farmer. No other residents.

Another bird arrives, perched next to the three others. MC name: arakrsptec. IC name: Amarie Deathsbane. Occupation: Farmer, Helmsman, maybe soon to be Guard. Additional residents: None. A side note is written: UH7 would be great, or any others.

Amarie releases a sigh as he writes a letter, sending it off. "Count me in."

Amarie approves of this message.

Amarie lets out a heavy sigh as he sees the poster, repeating the words of Relgard. "One day..."

Official application! MC Name - Arakrsptec Character Name - Amarie Deathsbane Profession - Farmer, though that's on land. Profession Level - Adept. Combat Or Magic Training - Combat. Skype Username - You know it!

"A trading company challenged to war?" Amarie shakes his head. "Truly, he should not question his ability to kill off half the Tailor's crew! His crew of one won't be great in a war."

Amarie stands at the helm of the last ship, watching in shock as all the other boats were torn apart.