bromadan

((No I am not crying, it is just the sea water..

I like this guy. He is a good guy. Keep this guy. 

The Archbishop stood beside the bed, signing that of the Lorraine cross before saying the final rites over the Lord Otto’s corpse. With a solemn sigh he planted a hand on Aldrik’s shoulder and gave a squeeze, as if trying to give comfort to the man before taking his leave to let the family grieve.  

The Archbishop of Adelburg sat at a pew in one of the many churches that littered the lands. However, like always, the Church was empty with only himself sitting there. The air was quiet, no sound being besides the occasional bird chirping. Jack merely clung his hands around his golden cross that he received when he first joined the Church, tears running down his cheeks. His white and purple robes were stained with dirt and grass, the consequence of digging a grave.

"I am sorry old friend.. You believed in my Faith, and myself. I performed your wedding.. and now your funeral. I will do my best to honor your memory, to help your Sister and your wife. Oh your wife.. how I can not fathom the thought of losing a partner in life."

He sighed heavily to himself, shutting his eyes to think about what is to come next.

The Archbishop of Adelburg, Jack Amador, peered at the seat of parchment, wiggling his nose. "Oh.. It has been such a long time since I partook in one of these. Why not I say." He snorted with a laugh before signing the document.

Minecraft Name: Bromadan

Race: Human

Duel/Joust: Both

MC Name: Bromadan2_0

Character's Name: Manfred

Character's Age: 22

Character's Race: Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Arcanism

Teacher's MC Name: Fury_Fire

Teacher's RP Name: Tylendel

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: N/A

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?: Yes

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I like this, I am not even a Magic guy and always thought Disconnection was rather poorly down from what I heard. I give a plus 1

Ireheart Honor.

That is what was in question this day in Urgruan.

   Kilmar Ireheart, the Giants-Doom, stood at the base of the Ireheart Throne reading over his Documents as he was catching up on duties of his new position as Clan Father, thinking on what to do and what needed to be changed in his own mindset and that of the Clan. However in mid thought the doors to the Clan Hall was opened and a fellow Ireheart walked up towards him. He called out Kilmar for being disloyal and being a False Ireheart, for backing down from a fight when the Kingdom needed it most. And to be honest, Kilmar understood where the Dwed came from, but he made a decision, and stayed to his opinions. The Dwed proclaimed he was hidden under a different name to watch the Clan, and claimed to be a son of Gror. He would bring honor back to the Irehearts as they were known as. Kilmar smiled somewhat, at the thought of an old friend. However it seemed to matter little in the moment. Words were said between the two, and the gauntlet was thrown. They would settle opinions and matters with hammer and steel. The Ireheart way. A duel was to occur between the two.

   They progressed to the Clan hall’s training arena, donning armor and warhammers of equal make. The Duel will be of pure skill and capability alone. The Brathmordakin was to guide the hammers of this fight. Kilmar donned his armor and grabbed hold of his warhammer, taking a deep breath as he watched the similar armor-clad Dwed. They both said a few words, wishing each other luck as they were still Family afterall, even if they had different opinions.

   They stared down eachother for a few seconds before they charged forward with their Ireheart battle-cries, and thus began the duel. Whack, whack, ping! The clashes of hammers against armor sounded throughout the Clan Hall, the Dwed fighting tooth and nail in the sandpit. However, Kilmar was slow with his attacks, striking once where the other Dwed would hit with three. It wasn’t long before Kilmar took several hits to his chest, knocking the wind out of him and perhaps breaking a few bones in his chest. He couldn’t recall the hit that did him in, but he remembered losing his breath and realizing he stared up at the stone ceiling, back in the sand. The Dwed stood over him to help Kilmar up but he couldn’t bear the pain of moving. Kilmar gasped a final breath of air through his broken body, muttering a single sentence to the Dwed before the the air of life left his lungs. His eyes stared up at the stonework of his Kinsman.. Remembering his times of fighting alongside Gror.. Speaking with Aldal about anything that was on their minds.. Drinking with fellow Irehearts and sharing a laugh, speaking with Frosties to understand them, to speaking with any Dwed that cared to listen about what can be done to mend hate and tensions.. Always a talker.. If only he had the chance to drink one more ale with his family, with Aldal, the father he never had. His vision grew dark quickly, his mind readying himself for his final moments. He then met darkness, and Darkness greeted him.

((Much love <3))  

No please

Out-Of-Character Information:

What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: MacTullin

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: bromadan

Have you logged in as a wandering soul on the account you're applying for? (you have to): Yes

Do you agree to follow the server rules on your new account?: Yes

Do you understand you cannot have both of these accounts interacting with one another? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes

Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yes

How long have you been on LotC?: Since November of 2016

How many accounts do you currently have white-listed (including main)?: Just the Main

The Archbishop Jack sat quietly in the Cathedral of Adelsburg, smiling softly as he noted the news through the parchment. 

"I like this, I enjoy this. I hope this sort of work continues!" 

Kilmar Ireheart merely shook his head at the Speech, going back to his duties without another word. 

A variety of announcement papers are posted around the cities and holds the Grand Kingdom, and several letters are delivered by courier to various rulers and lords. Each missive is penned clear and legible and bears the official seal of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan.

“With the death of our late Grand King Gror Ireheart, it falls once more upon the Senate of Hammers to nominate candidates for the ascension to the Obsidian Throne following an election. There are, however, exceptionally rare occasions in our history when the entirety of the Senate agrees on the nomination of a single candidate who ascends the throne without need for an election. It is a grand occurrence that such an event has taken place today.

Let it be known throughout our Grand Kingdom that all loyal citizens of the Grand Kingdom and the monarchs of all foreign nations are invited to the coronation of Zahrer Irongrinder as our next Grand King.

The crowning will take place in two stone days time and the event will be followed by a grand tournament.

((The coronation will be Saturday at 3 EST))

Kilmar stood at the entrance to the grand throne room upon hearing the news of his Kinsman and close friend's death. He made no noise, no movement, just silence as he stood there. He had returned to the Grand Kingdom to serve his Clan and Kingdom with honor. But so soon to reunion and joy was sorrow. He huffed a sigh, remembering their adventures and discussions, the Dwed scrunching his nose.

"Enough of this shiet.."  

I've known Moosehunter for sometime, about 5-6 months. From what I saw and my own experiences he was an excellent GM that helped others that needed it and never allowed Modreqs to go unanswered for such a long amount of time willingly. I believe that is the type of person we need as a GM. I get that he may not have been as active of late but hey, we all kinda go through that phase. All I say is give the man a chance to prove himself once more as a Trial GM and I have no doubt in my mind he will prove himself again. 

i'll plus one the crap out of this

   On the Matter of Mankind and the Children of God,

“And with his favor, the first man and first woman did prosper, and they drank the sweet water and ate of the Lord’s bounty. And they remained faithful to the Creator, and did as He bid, and knew each other, bearing four sons.” 

(Godfrey 9:1)

   It can be agreed upon that Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, and Man are the Children of God. The Children of Malin, the firstborn and the fairest, the stout Urguan, the fierce Krug, and the least exciting Horen. Yet it was Horen the lastborn, the least unique yet the most blessed, that GOD decided to give his blessings upon to do his Will onto the Earth. From the History of our People, and that of the Holy Canon, it has come to pass that the Children of God has killed each other, slaughtered each other's families, ravaged homes, and toppled Kingdoms. Yet, I feel that to myself that this is wrong. Yes, the Children of Horen have met the blunt force of Orcish brutality, yet have worked with the Children of Malin to make a better future. Every single living thing on this world can Sin. We are faulty. None of us are perfect like some of us may think. To me, a young man in this world who has already fought in one war at such a tender age, must say that this should end. The Greed and lust of Power for ALL races is known. No matter how pure the intentions they try to hide behind are. 

   But I am getting a bit off message I feel. This is about the Children of God. The Church believes that the Mankind are the only ones that are able to achieve the upper skies, if you walk the virtuous path. In history it is noted that very few Elves and Dwarves have served roles in the church but it is seen as odd and unorthodox, and even if they did serve a virtuous and pious path as Man tries to lead, they may /possibly/ reach the First Sky. And as the High Pontiff himself once said to me, that I should write what I see of the Holy Canon, and what the world thinks of the Church. My opinions may not be popular, or well liked, but I believe it necessary that we at least talk and discuss with one another to see what GOD’s plan and Will is. Even if it is to prove me wrong in the very end. 

   I believe, deep down in my heart, that all the Children of GOD are welcome in the Seven Skies. That we should try to overcome this stigma that Mankind is the only ones that can preach the Holy Canon ‘properly’. I personally call that any Dwarf, Elf, or Orc that truly wishes to take the virtuous path and seeks the Path to Paradise and the Seven Skies should be able too and should be ENCOURAGED by the Church and the Nations of this world.  And I pray that my colleagues come to me to open dialogue to speak of such things in gentle tones and leave hostility at the door, and let us debate.        
 

Jack Amador, Deacon of the Church of the Canon

MC Name: bromadan
Character's Name: Torrin 
Character's Age: 21
Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable): Human
Transformed form: Morghuul
Creator's MC Name: Parkins
Creator's RP Name: Adremeich
Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:
A Morghuul is a husk of its former self that was raised by a Necromancer. This happens when the true soul of the being has left and the body is all that remains. It is raised as a husk of sorts of their former selves. Morghuul’s sole purpose is to gain lifeforce from the mortals of this world, consuming flesh from its victims to sustain itself. Even though it is a dangerous foe to those that don’t expect it, its decaying nature doesn’t allow such a being to carry large weapons are armor. The best it can is be in chainmail and a normal longsword. This being can also be killed in the right way very quickly. Either by Holy Magic or just having its head severed from its body. Gold weapons also don’t do that much damage more than others, yet it does cause more pain to be done on the Morguul.
 
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Torug reads over the Document, his midnight black visor looking over its contents. A metal digit touched the bit about the Dreadknight, mumbling.

"Oh, I believe they are talking about myself. Hm." 

 THE MELEE (FOR EVERYONE)

            NAME: Rodrik

            AGE: 29

            TITLE (IF APPLICABLE) 

            LAND OF ORIGIN: Imperial Heartlands

            MC NAME: bromadan

"Sure, why not." 

“My time is nearing.. I can feel it.”

Ser Benjamin turned around from the window towards where the words came from, a man laying in the bed with several crimson stained cloth littering the blankets. The room was dark except for the few candles that were lit along the tables and shelves of this large, well-decorated room. Little light came from the massive windows in the front of the room, the rain clouds blocking out the sun. The soft pattle of the rain tapping against the glass and the occasional thunder is all that made noise. A few soldiers stood in the corner of the room, the sigil of Blue and White on their tabards. The hardened men looked at the dying man in the bed with a bit of sorrow, their eyes only trailing from the man to their commander, Ser Benjamin.

Benjamin moved towards the side of the bed, adjusting the sword on his waist towards the side to allow him to sit in a chair, his eyes watching the dying lord.

Owyn laid in his bed with crimson staining his chin, a cloth in hand to help wipe away his blood.

“I’ve been a sick awhile now.. And I feel this is the end of it. I thought I would live to see my grandchildren grow up, to live in my nineties. Now I know I will pass soon after my thirtieth birthday.”

A cough soon interrupted him, seizing his entire form as he hacked up blood from his mouth into the cloth. He gently wiped his lips before laying his head back down into the pillows.

Benjamin looked to one of the maids that stood by the door, shifting his hand a bit to motion her towards the doors.

“Fetch a priest, quickly.”

The Maid nodded quickly before running off, shutting the door behind her. Owyn turned his attention to the Knight, shaking his head.

“I fear it will be too late. Listen to me Benjamin, please. Hear my words for I must speak them.”

The Knight grew a bit solemn, only offering a nod to his Lord.   

Owyn closed his eyes, letting out a shallow breath.

“I learned something in my lifetime. No matter what you do there will be those that hate you because of your name. I tried my hardest to build a legacy, a good one that could be looked at with pride. I think I accomplished such. Going from a poor Baron to a wealthy Count and treasurer of an Empire.. That is a legacy /I/ built.. And proud of. I hope my Children will learn from this. That no matter what, from the Ashes of our demise, we shall rise again. And we have, stronger and better. A legacy that my children may build and add on too. A Dynasty that will be remembered. I forged the path with my work, now my family must use it to accomplish great deeds.”

Owyn began to shake once more.

“Benjamin.. Teach my children restraint, or they shall waste the work we had made. Teach them to be not of a warlike mind except when it is needed. I learned something in my time at War. Men.. on both sides, have good. We can achieve peace. When I was captured by Courlanders during the war. It was the mercenaries that took my hand. The Courlanders were kind, truly. A knight..”

He muttered something but shook his head somewhat as he continued on.

“I forget his name.. But he sat and spoke with me. We talked like friends. We spoke of why we were at war, our reasons. The Princess of Courland even treated me and gave me food there. There /is/ good in our enemies.. Make peace.. Teach my sons that.”

Owyn hacked up some blood once more, giving a little wipe with his hand this time.

“There are many things I regret in life. I have held things inside for too long, loathing on it. I would share these with you. I turned my family from me.. And this is my biggest regret. I hated my Mother, towards the end. I do not even recall what my last words to her were… She left me when I was a Child-Lord in Haense.. Never writing to me. /I/ had to find her when I was older. I ended up growing resentful. My Sisters.. Alyssa.. I barely see her anymore. I hit her Benjamin.. I struck her cheek. She insulted me and called me a woman-beater so I then proved that point with my hand. I regret it but I was so angry. She stepped on me as everyone in my life has.”

His grey sunken eyes turned to the Knight in the chair, a cough leaving him.

“All my life, Nobles and others have stepped on me and my name. All I had that respected me truly was my family.. And then they stepped on me in the end. I couldn’t take it and lashed out.. I wish I could fix my mistakes but alas it is too late.”

A series of coughs take him once more, blood dripping from his mouth. This time however Owyn doesn’t wipe it but leaves it be.

“I am nearing it..”

He muttered, his eyes beginning to open slowly as his breaths began to grow slower. The Soldiers took off their helms as they watched their Lord, their heads bowing.

“I hoped I made the world a better place.. I hope those that cared for me, truly, would help my family. I hope.. I hope..”

Owyn began to stutter then, repeating his words. Benjamin leaned over, speaking softly.

“Hope for what, Owyn?”
 

Owyn’s eyes stared at Benjamin, finishing his sentence.

“I hope those that remember me.. Will remember me fondly.. And my mistakes will be.. Mended.. Remember.. From ashes.. We Amadors rise..”

Owyn set his head back once more to look at the ceiling, his eyes closing. In the silence he heard something, a few soft piano notes. His eyes twitched before shutting them, he remembered the notes. It was a song.. The first song he played with his wife, Adrijana. It was a beautiful song, a duet if he remembered correctly. It was the song they played together that he realized he loved her. His fingers slowly pressed down onto the mattress, as if playing the keys alongside the noise in his head. He gave a soft smile as his last memories were that of his wife, her smile and their music. He soon lost himself into it.. Drifting off.

The door opened up, a priest entering with the maid and some courtiers. They stopped themselves as Benjamin stood up from the chair, shaking his head with a frown. Owyn laid in his bed, still as a statue as the blood dripped from his mouth.

The life of Owyn Amador had finally ended.

Portrait of Lord Owyn Amador, Treasurer of the Holy Orenian Empire, Count of Blackfen and Mondstadt, Baron of Stormholme

((OOC Note: It took me some time to write this post, but he has been dead about a irl week. After playing this character for 7 months it does get a bit draining, but I enjoyed every second of it and never regret accepting to play him. I didn't really know how to write this, but i tried my best. I wanted to give him a ending. As always I do ask that you don't make any trolly/meming comments, keep responses in Roleplay or none-hostile OOC comments if you do decide to make a response. Thanks everyone <3 Brom 

Torug the Dreadknight simply tilted his helm as this all happened, utterly confused. He mumbled under his helm before setting his claymore upon his shoulder before marching back off towards his Master, not caring anymore for Mordring or what occurred. 

"Punsi the Gods.." Torug muttered his helm as he raised his claymore onto his shoulder. 

Sketch 1:

Sketch, Polished, or Color: Color

Color Details (if applicable): Look at skin

Character Name: Owyn Amador

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Link to Character's In-Game Skin (optional): https://gyazo.com/f0c8b035b4110fcf6e43caa72bc3a6ef

Flowery Physical Description: Owyn has a scar that runs across the bottom of his jaw that is rather large and grotesque. His eyes are that of a light grey and has short black hair, with a face that looks rather worn for such a young man. His right hand is also a metal hand with runes in it though I do not know if you can apply that or not. He stands at 6 ft even, yet again don't know if that applies. 

Clothing (this will only be visible from the shoulders up): Refer to the skin, though mostly it is a blue jacket that he wears. 

Pictures/References: N/A

Other: <3 

Sketch 2: 

Sketch, Polished, or Color: Color

Color Details (if applicable): Black and grey

Character Name: Torug

Age: N/A

Gender: Male

Race: Human-DreadKnight

Link to Character's In-Game Skin (optional): https://gyazo.com/32eea63518b7ce4b12859a7187659a2e

Flowery Physical Description: The Knight stands at about 7 1/2 feet tall and rather largely built as a Dreadknight always is. There is some unique features however, as his helm is different than his other brethren. It is more ornate with a T-shape visor on his helm, as well as his armor being rather thick and carved with different Runes and menacing spikes and metal. His claymore may be seen on his back as well.

Clothing (this will only be visible from the shoulders up): Plate-mail

Pictures/References: Refer to skin.

Other: Really i just want a concept art of a Dread Knight. I can never find any good ones besides those from like WoW or from any other sort of major game. Thought it may be neat though I am aware that it may be somewhat plain but that is ok. <3