Venym Nyx

MC Name: VenymNyx
RP Name: Direwolf Druid, Ketiley of Orvar

Times of Activity/When Are You Normally On: …Every day. I've really no life… xD

Do You Have A Home Yet?: I run the hold of Tyravik.

What Experience Do You Have In This Position?: Ketiley is around animals every day of her life, and sells Direwolves RP'ly (With the MC dogs) whenever she can get her hands on a breeder. I enjoy rp that revolves around animals. I've a long list of names I've given to the animals that live with Ketiley… But for a short summary, I've 3 piglets, 4 bunnies, 3 horses, 4 foxes (One who followes her around everywhere), 1 personal Direwolf (although cares for two), 3 hedgehogs, a dove, and a feline.

Ketiley's expression darkened upon hearing the news. Her emerald gaze shifting to the floor to stare absently. Her mind filled with a mixture of emotions. Her features were hard as she continued to stare for a moment longer before she looked to the skies and pulled an arm up to pound her fist against her chest in a salute to the fallen Mali'.

"I knew you…Not as well as others. But I respected you. You were a kind man, and a talented smith-… May my god Ankou guide your soul to Halvengr. May you dine with the gods, farewell Phaedrus. You will never be forgotten…"

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How about you stop changing up the donation perks that people pay money for to keep your server running. Twenty-five dollars used to get you some decent perks but now you have to pay hundreds to get anything worth mentioning for helping to support the server. Many of the players pay for certain things on the donation list because a perk may assist them just to have it removed down the line.

Perhaps.. Lots of special small things! Nothing that's game changing. Possibly things along the lines of pets, maybe plots again?

I cannot tell you how much I effing love this response. Like-… THIS. Just-… THIS…

This crap needs to happen…

I've more details that I would like too add in, but, I'll make a separate conversation/Post about that.

"…There's a Chieftain and Chieftess of Orvar…and we have names, Morvan and Ketiley-." Ketiley of Orvar would mumble lightly as she read the parchment, sighing before continuing to read. She thusly raised her brow, as seemed baffled. "Muildir isn't of the Mother Circle…Calius is. Muildir is a Hierophant…Not of any circle-. Godsdamnit…" Ketiley sighed once more as she put down the parchment.

Just now, Corvoo said:

Yes, yes. I shall be teaching another the complex art of tree hugging.

Pf'. Love you too. xD

MC name:
VenymNyx

Character's name and age:
Direwolf Druid Ketiley Strong-Heart of Orvar; 76

Character’s Race:
Highlander

What magic will you be learning?:
Druid; Nature's Communion & Control,

Who will be teaching you?:
Right now, Muilder the Tortoise Druid (Corvoo) and once he has a Teachers Application, Toren the Bull Druid (RideTheSky).

Do you have a magic you are dropping, due to this app? If so, link it:
Not Applicable.

Tyravik: Citizens Wanted!

A flyer on a thick parchment, outlined by Nordic rune symbols, was posted to notice boards about the Cloud Temple docks, and within Vandoria. The writing quite elequant in itself, and seemed to be slowly written to show it's dedication.

The parchment of smell of cinnamon, peppermint, a hint of lavender, and honey to whomever got close enough to read it. It can be seen that this flyer was quite cared for, and hand put much work into it.

"“Heilsa – Looking to find a lovely home within the snow? Just behind me is the cart to Tyravik, where nature, large mountain lands, and ruins await you! The leading culture in Tyravik are the Gorundyr, the main Clan Orvar! We're very tolerant of other cultures and varying religions. So if you're okei with this, come to Tyravik to live in a beautiful snowy oasis~! If so, find Ketiley of Orvar [VenymNyx] and talk to her about getting a home!

There are many attractions for the hold of Tyravik, including a small grove within the square. And a Ritual House, for those wanting a serene place of worship, or any studies!

So if any of this interests you, Tyravik is the one for you!”

This flyer is also being passed out by a tall, yet feeble and older looking elfen man with a crooked-like smile, tattoos adorning his features, and wearing Nordic, fur, clothing at the cart of Al-Wakhrah. You can see by his demeanor that this elf was Gorundyr, or at least Viking, although his long elvish ears remained untouched and still very much there. If asked for directions, he would point you to the wagon behind himself and smile his crooked grin once more.

Ketiley would slowly saunter passed the notice board before pausing immediately and backed up, her eye being caught by the bold, large, lettering. With a quick scan, she immediately widened her eyes at seeing Ramza's name and ripped the flyer off the board. Hastily reading through the paper, her brows furrowed and she offered a worried expression, frowning heavily. "No…Ramza? Feck… That's horrible… I need to do my best to find him-. He was so kind to me back in Athera… I hope by the gods he's okei…" She stated with a woeful tone, folding the parchment neatly and placing it into her satchel.

"Stay safe…Fahdon (friend)…"

Ketiley would have been within the Ritual House in Tyravik when all of this transpired, Morvan's  large, brow and white, but magnificent, Owl would gracefully deliver a letter to the Haar'Sonaak (High Priestess), perching her fluffy self next to the woman.

After taking the letter and reading it, she would frown, setting her Jalfmarr Tomes aside and hung her head, shaking it lightly.

Ketiley finished her silent prayer and moved to take a stand, from her sit upon a small pelt laid atop the wooden ground before a cooking spit, and shifted to a table alter and moved to briefly light two stick within a clay bowl, and blew them out. The incenses burning quietly as they filled the Ritual House with a mellow scent.

19 hours ago, Shady Tales said:

 

If Ketiley came to the insurgency compound to say this, Nafis would open fire on her at 'You were-'.

Exactly her point.

17 hours ago, Shady Tales said:

Nafis feels a lump in his throat upon Faiz's public announcement of his actions, particularly the attempt at the former Caliph's life. His thoughts would only trace back to his eight year old daughter, Almas. Safely hiding in Drusco with de Denesle. What would she think of Baba now?

 

Sitting atop his house in the middle of the Khalestine Desert, with a crossbow named 'Big Papi' at his side, Nafis looks out into the distance towards Al-Wakhrah.

 

"Al-Jaban? For a Qali man who endured punishment from Mali degenerates and Pagans in his own homeland and spent six months in Khalestine's prison only to come out to fight your battles in the Ducal War, I sure am a coward. Yall ran off my little brother Decimus while I rotted away captured by the manlets. You are no holy man, Faiz Kharadeen. And you rounded up the tribes of Qalasheen like cattle back in Al-Dirahk under lies of neutrality only to prepare us for this day. No wonder the only Qalasheen left in the capital is House Kharadeen and perhaps Amethu if he has not made his way back to Oren."

 

"Come at me."

 

 

"You were our FRIEND, Nafis. Morvan's friend. You cared not four our beliefs. Our views, and our culture. You did not let that get in the way of friendship. But now…You betray us, join with our enemies on coin, and false loyalties… You betray your friends over petty things.

Your true colours have shown, Nafis Yar… And it's disappointing." Ketiley would respond to his statments, seeming far more saddened and disappointed than outright angry. Just the thought that the once trusted Nafis had tossed them to the side for Oren has made her feel sick with depression, and s olemn expression.

"I pity you…"

Ketiley stood strong next to Morvan, although seeming just as outlandish to the others, and pumped her fists in the air, chanting a cheering with Faiz; the look of aggravation and determination plastered upon her visage. The True Qalasheen men and woman within the Mosque around herself is whom she called allies, and friend. And those within the lands of Vanderguan that support the cause of True Freedom are equally her friends. Those that appose, her enemies. And those that believe it was a false sence of freedom, be damned to her.

She roared loudly alongside Morvan and Faiz, ready and willing for the war that would soon transpire; her intricately carved Longbow, that was twice her own height of 6'4, was looped around her body, her quiver readied and full, as her Northern, crucible Steel, long-sword held at her side. She was ready. She was willing.

"Pha'. How ridiculous.." Ketiley, annoyed, replied as she took the pamphlet in her one hand and immediately crumpled it rather viciously, throwing it behind herself with furrowed brows and an angry expression. With this, she walked away and moved back into Tyravik to ready herself, rather disappointed at Nafis' decision.

"How disappointing that our people we once called friends decides to rally next to snakes. This shows where their true allegiance lies…"

Ketiley of Orvar stood quietly beside Morvan, the bear of a man, and the mas she called her Lifemate, and offered an apathetic expression, staring coldly at the body that would lie atop the now bloodied alter. Her emerald hues slowly shifted up towards the sky, her expression slowly shifting to that of rage, and shouted along side her Yagar, her High Chieftain. "Ovars will never bow, will never kneel! ORVARS WILL REMAIN FREE, OR DIE FIGHTING!!" Ketiley would thrust her fist into the air after viciously wiping her digits across the blood and swipe it across her indented scarred tatto'd cheeks, issuing a roar of anger.

"Fleyja Sevalla, Fleyja fjarri!!"

Ketiley inhaled deeply, standing beside Morvan; Her arm shifted up to bring her palm against her features, exhaling an audible sigh, and leaned herself against Ard Ghorrock's wall beside her Lifemate.

She seemed highly confused, and mixed with emotions, thinking that there must be a deeper root to this sudden change in ownership. With that though, Ketiley's expression dropped and moved to turn and lean her visage into Morvan's shoulder, issuing yet another audible sigh. "I hope you're ready for this, Svass… This happened for a reason, and a large part of me believes it's for grim ones…"

MC Name: VenymNyx

RP Name: Sonaak Ketiley “Strong-Heart” of Orvar

Skype Name(You may PM it): banpaiaonna

Teamspeak?: Yes

Timezone: PST

Profession(s)(Include level): Masterful Chef, Apprentice Alchemist

Will this be a main character?: Yes

Ketiley Strong-Heart of Orvar would raise a slender brow and take her quill to the Charter, adding her signature.

So, I'm having this extreme issue ever since Vailor came out, and never had this issue beforehand.

The problem is, when using Conquest (which I refuse to not use), to get the connected textures, I'm required to use either Optifine or MCPatchers. Well, this is ONLY with LotC, but after a few moments of sitting in a suspended loading and staring at a frozen screen, I'm immediately disconnected. It either says I've been booted by a remote host, timed out, or outright disconnected.

In one of the instances, at the time I was writing this, I got another type of message of how I can't be in LotC.

Now, when I say it'only LotC, it truly is. I have NO issues with any other servers on Minecraft, included with single player.

Is there a way this can be fixed?

On the occasion that I do not use the recommended MCP and OP, I can join with no issues, aside from my own personal internet and laptop issues.

I whole heartedly support this. The other day he did a small 'event' with a group of people, and I'd have to say, that was the most fun I had in a long time. Auster is not only a good friend, but from an unbiased standpoint, I legitimately think he brings RP with him. His RP is always fun, too.

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I know Owyn personally, and though I am admittedly based towards him, I will step back and look at this as though I don't. In my experience with Owyn, I can honestly say his RP is fantastic. And I legitimately think the ET's will benifit from  his Rp, as Owyn brings RP to places.

((I somehow posted twice, I'm so sorry. T^ T))

Al-Wakhrah Census

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Street Address or Area of Residency -

(If your home has just a #, put down that #. If you're living in a farmsted like the Proudfoot residence, or within the palace, or anything else, put that down.)

Orvar Estate (Moving to snow region once expanded)

Full name [MC name in Brackets] -

Ketiley, The Vixen, of Orvar, once of Oghma [VenymNyx]

Race(Include culture if able) -

Highlander, Gorundyr

Are you the Household owner? -

Shared ownership with Morvan, Bloodborne, of Orvar [MajesticOwyn]

If not, who is the Household owner? -

What faith do you follow? -

Naeumyr

Who else resides within your Home?(Full names & Race [MC names in Brackets]) -

Morvan (Highlander [MajesticOwyn]), Hafgan (Highlander [Ventraux]), Torkel (Highlander [HunterofDoom]), Aedan (Highlander [craigr341]), Aero (Highlander [shawism]), Eoghan (Highlander [Vrarrdata]), Curan (Highlander [_kincaid]), Aine (Half-Elf [soberMutt]), Cadeyrn (Highlander [shadowedOblivion]). ((The other children and Morvan's family are either inactive or not played as of yet. Only three have officially died, where as the others are playing different personas, gone inactive, or do not have a player playing the character yet.))

If living within the Capital of Al-Wakhrah, does your home have a basement or any self made modifications? (One that has been built by yourself, or by a specially appointed steward.)  -

I, and my family, do not live within the Capital of Al-Wakrah.

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Citizen door keys will be redistributed to ensure the safety of all citizens. With that, a new law is to be set out for use of the citizen doors located near the docks and the main gate.

The Citizenship door near the main gate of the city, as well as by the docks, are to ONLY be used by citizens and trusted companions of that citizen. Citizens are to NEVER let in someone they do not know, especially a large group wishing entrance upon the city. This means you are to never let in a group of bandits or raiders, even if they pay you. If you are found guilty of letting in someone that is banished within Khalestine, bandits, a raiding party, or anyone that enters the city that is not a citizen but ends up breaking the law, you are subjected to the one or more of the following consequences, depending on the severity ; A fine of up to 2000 minas, the possibility of revoking citizen door keys, the possibility of banishment and eviction, the possibility of public execution.

Do you understand this law, and will ensure to follow it? This also applies to all household members as well. -

I thoroughly understand the laws, and I will follow them as applied.

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Ketiley would slam her fist against her chest, curtly nodding."Praise Gorund!"

Character Name

Ketiley of Orvar

Nicknames: 'Tiley

Age: 49

Gender: Female

Race: Highlander

Status: Married



Description

Height: 6'4

Weight: 200

Body Type: Curved but toned and thin

Eyes: Hazel/Green

Hair: Bright pastel blonde

Skin: Fair

Markings/Tattoos: raised scar-like birthmark of a Celtic knot tree upon all of her torso, discoloured birthmark of Celtic knot hear on back of left hand

Health: Hearty

Personality: Kind, Gentle, Tough, Loving, Forgiving, Caring, Leader, passive until provoked

Inventory: Assortment of flowers in her braid, hair, and around her crown

Further Details: Though lengthly and thin but toned, her appearance is laxed, feminised, and quite attractive for her age, looks more like she's in her 30's.



Life Style

Alignment*: N/A

Deity(s)*: Gorund, Andarta, Lagara, Ankou, Argal, Draug, Beira, Oknar

Religion: Pagan/Odjoriin/Gorundyr

Alliance/Nation/Home: NA/Caliphate/Anthos Savaar

Job/Class: N/A

Title(s): Sonaak (Priestess)/Koraaviik (Seer)

Profession(s): Chef

Special Skill(s): Diplomacy, way with people, archer, strategist, cooking

Flaw(s): Trusts easily, heartbroken easily, bad temper, Perfectionist





Weaponry

Fighting Style: Support, Stealth, Archer

Trained Weapon: Bow and Arrow

Favored Weapon: Bow and Arrow

Archery: Very Good



Biography

Parents: Oddessa of Oghma, Alikr of Oghma (Both dead)

Siblings: Ryn and Huntyr (Both dead)

Children: Aedan, Aero, Eogan, Curan, Kaira, Sivvee, Oddessa, Ruari

Extended Family: Aela Obsidian-Arm, Aeron the Farsighted, Ragaros Sheepskin, Torkel of Orvar, Hafgan the Simple, Andartus of Orvar, Tyke of Orvar, Percival of Orvar

Pet(s): Avee (Large, pure white, Dove)



History

*(Out dated, haven't played in a while) Hailing from Savaar, Anthos, Ketiley’s family knew there was something unique about their eldest child from the moment they were aware of her existence in her Mother’s womb. The moment she was born; a mark of Lagara placed upon the back of her left hand, having locks as golden as the wheat, and pure-green eyes like the wondrous leaves of life, the Priesthood quickly recognize her as blessed by Lagara. having Ketiley was raised into the Clan Oghma for the first ten years of her life before the clan was completely obliterated by High Chieftain Barid. Because her parents refused to swear allegiance, they were put to death, while her Brother, Sister, and herself vowed themselves to the High Chieftain.

Throughout growing up, Ketiley was quite attractive, was blessed with a soft, musical, and gentle tone, though her wrath was fierce. She sang to her clan quite often until it was obliterated, then began to only share her voice with her Siblings. It is said that Ketiley’s voice could easily hypnotize a person into a blissful state, leaving them satisfied, calm, and happy when she finished.

Though she lost her parents at a young age, this did not stop Ketiley from enjoying life and keeping a smile upon her face quite frequently. Ketiley did not miss nor mourn her deceased parents, for she knew of their disloyalty to the High Chieftain, seeing their death as honourable and necessary. She was a proud Gorundyr and quite competitive, doing everything to her fullest extent.

When the Black Scourge came, Ketiley thought she was ready enough to face it head on. She quickly realized her pride got the better of herself, only to watch her Brother and Sister fall. Ketiley began to see her life tearing at the seams, wanting to give up and ready to fall with her Siblings. Many a time she plunged her sword into her Siblings with the intent of putting their controlled bodies to rest, crying as she did this. Each time slowly dying on the inside.

Come a year and a half later, after fleeing to Thales, Ketiley received word that Orvar had fled to this land as well. This sparked her will to live once more, the thought of High Chieftain Barid coating her troubled mind. The light of rumored words of Yagar’s clan possibly still alive spread over the darkness that clouded her thoughts, bringing the hope of survival of the Gorundyr to renew her faith in the strength of her people, once more.

Several years has passed since Ketiley has met, bonded with, wed, and bared children for Morvan of Orvar and have settled within the kingdon of Aesterwald. Having two eldest Twins preforming The Coming of Age, a singular child that was birthed in secret a year after the Twins, and two newest twins that are safely hidden away in a far away Ritual Home, home of the Gorundyr Prestrs and Prestress', or Priests and Priestess' for those whom are unfamiliar with the terms, Morvan and Ketiley wait patiently within their new-found hold, govern by the Konig of Aesterwald, for her children to come home.

Many of her kin, the Orvar, have scattered and taken upon themselves to journey about upon Pilgrimages for several different reasons, as Morvan and Ketiley, along with her children, also sought out to walk a Pilgrimage to seek their gods. Ragaros of Orvar has returned from a horrible fate of falling to the clutches of Maratsu, the Fallen one, and has somehow regained himself through his pilgrimage.

Now awaiting their Children, Morvan and Ketiley are told by Ragaros that he wishes to sacrifice himself to the Gods as a celebration for their Childrens' arrival from The Coming of Age quest.

Artwork
Mark of Lagara upon her torso