tcs_tonsils_

You can meet me infront of jamesburg

I need the Druid hunter dead - come find me or send me a bird, my name is lily (James_Killer_99_)

Alternate account app. What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?:James_Killer_99 What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?:tcs_tonsils_ Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?:yes Do you understand you cannot be on both of these accounts at once? This will result in a ban if you are caught!:Absolutely. Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yes How long have you been on LotC?: I have been around lotc for three years but I made an account 2 and a half years ago. How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?:0nly one.

"Wot da 'ell? Ye can't just Freaken leave" Ulgar yelled "It's freaken annoyen"

The Dwarven trumpets sound through the cold Misty air. The Frostbeards stand on the battlefield, white hair blended with the Blanket of Snow covering the ground. Verthaik Frostbeard, holds before him his mighty ax, wielding it with much might and power. His followers stand closely to his side. Arms up and ready for a fight. To the rebels, nothing could stand in their way, Not the king they call tyrant. As the Small assembly of the Dwarven rebels gather on the mountainside they scream out for justice. But it was not long before Skippy showed up, the King under Dwed Mount. The stark raving mad king is what they called him. Dancing their irritating dance,insulting him to his face. But Skippy was no fool, he was no weakling and they forced his hand. So he had had enough! The king assembled an army five times bigger than that of Verthaik's. Uruks, Oreniers, elves, they sided with Skippy. And the Frostbeards were out of their minds. The Frostbeards were no cowards, no. The bloodline of Vertaik was strong, with Verthaik, his father, and son fighting side by side together they would rule the kingdom. But alas it was not to be, for on that battle field, with the Dwarven trumpets blasting from both sides of the battle field the two armies charged at each other. Blood, Sweat, Tears and agony is what flew about during that charge, for in the final few seconds of sanity Men asked why they were doing this. So after that they were impaled by swords and spears and fiery arrows zooming throw the air with such a speed. Whole generations wiped out from that battle. Nobody could count the number of brothers that had been slated in that day nor could they listen to the shrill cries of women knowing that their father husband and son had.Been killed. When out flew from him the ax that he held in his hand, the ax that killed so many true enemies, and that had slain brothers, drop to the ground, along with the muscular body of Verthaik, The battle was lost, For when that happened the Frostbeards surrendered. Hopes and dreams of a life without "tyranny" faded. The light of Yemaker was dull that day, for a grave travesty had beset the Dwarves civil war, had divided the Dwarves.

Hearthbeard Clan History As the realm of Athera is attacked by large worms, The dwarves of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, flee onto boats to avoid being killed by these massive beasts. As the ship leaves, a dwarf, by the name of Ulgar runs after the boats, trying to get the dwarves to stop. Ulgar stands on the edge of the island peering out over the vast sea as the Dwarven boats, as well as many other race’s boats, sail off into the distance. Ulgar spots a small life vessel of early dwarven design. Ulgar hops into the Boat and tries to sail after them, but falling behind as he can only go 10 knots. The lonely dwarf, crashes into small island filled with fruit and water. Ulgar spends 40 years on this island before deciding that he needs to find the dwarves. Ulgar arrives on the realm of valior in 1542. Ulgar, tries to find clan but just can’t because he doesn’t know anyone anymore. Ulgar can only find joy in mining. As Ulgar mines he finds a strange purple gem. The excited and curious dwarf goes to his small workbench and takes out many strange tools made for polishing and scraping. We Ulgar finishes polishing, the gem shines like no gem he had see. The dwarf, names it the Hearthstone. The now older Ulgar, likes the name and finds that it suits him. Looks at the stone and shapes it to a banner. And his new Idea forms. He runs to the great hall, where he hopes to find King Rhewen, and ask him if he can form a new clan. After his discouraging trip to the clan hall he sets off on a journey, finding new supplies and more treasure that layer so quietly underneath the blanket of the earth's grass. Ulgar got so into his work that he forgot about the Dwarven kingdom, and every kingdom of man or beast. He just worked from dusk to dawn digging up new found Ferum and Augnum. But again.came, time for the island to be lost and found there new home. Here, with a new king, Ulgar hopes to build up a clan. The Hearthstone A large purple stone,smoothed out and place on a flag.The sparkle in the design has been added by heating it up really hot and adding a tad of glow dust. The Gem is the heart and soul of this clan. Tactics If the clan is formed it will be formed mainly on mining. For mining brought the clan together, and mining will keep the clan together. The clan also focuses on Blacksmithing as that is the way Ulgar was taught. The Hearthbeards main focus is supplying as well as protecting. Clan Hall If they would get a clan hall. It will be their place of work. A large room filled with anvils, and stonemason’s tables.

Would everyone be ok with me using my oldest persona or does everyone just hate Chagrin, currently he is living in a cave by himself in the middle of the desert somewhere.

Minecraft Name: Tcs_tonsils_ Character name: Ulgar Character age: 100 Character race: Mountain/ Forest Dwarf Appearance: He is young dwarf, with a slightly longer beard than usual, the gold on his beard symbolized his strength. His brown hair threatens to cover his face completely Quick Backstory: Ulgar has not been a very proud of the nation in which he came from and the people whose history was pretty frowned on. A Dwarven woman without a clan and a father, whose clan is unknown. Ulgar was raised by his mother after his father decided to go off to war and get himself killed. Ulgar had to live mostly out of the money he made by selling wood. When he grew up he left his small home on the backcountry of Oren and set out for Urguan, the great city. Joining Treebeards or Hefruth? Treebeards In game screenshot of skin: Tark is currently working on my skin.

Name: Marciallo Destrain Race: Woodelf Age:35 Why Do You Wish to Join the Legion?: My father was in the legion and I am lacking on funds. ((OOC)) Skype: tcs_tonsils_ Do you have Teamspeak?: yes Timezone: est

That's idk, that's what happened in history soo. Idk

He didn't shoot his own blood, he shot the squished blood of the mosquitos.

I do think I was wrong on the way it's spreads mainly but I have found evidence that it can spread from humans to mosquitos to other humans. Though the main cause is infection I the already bad buboes.

1. He would not just succumb, as it entires from him to the mosquitoes it changes becomes more deadly. 2. Did you even read? Or just look at the headline, He would go out and shoot the diseas ridden blood arrows at people causing them to get sick.

That's what I meant by overestimate in warts and bruises. And shamed.

My Ingame character bears the bubonic plague given to him by his pet rat squibble. He then gave to the mosquitos, making it a much more horrifying, pneumonic plague, which is plague past from human to invest to another human.

Well can we get an Lm to approve this then?

It's not Oren I'm after, it's not the rebellion it's anyone, oranians or not but everyone must be cleans

( https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/147519-biochemical-warfare/ ) As the sun dawns on another pleasant day in the realm of Vailor, the noises of its city folk quiet down and soften till only the sound of cough of stragglers and the scamper of mice can be heard. The dark falls over the front gate or Felson. In a unused space on the docks of Felson, Quinn Valmer who is forced to wallow in the filth of his warts. He sat back with his hands on his head, clutching down on what remains of his once fair hair. “Where did I go wrong, that I am to deserve this pain? The wart are bigger than mushroom found in caves. The scars more shaming than that which traitors must bear. Where is my justice for the many things I did in my life, the countless courtesies I have shown? As Quinn began crying out to the Creator, he felt a burst of strength in his legs. The burst gave him a hope which let him stand up. His right wooden leg, eroding from fungi and time, cracked and split, sending Quinn to the floor. He crawled toward the bench next to him and managed to lift himself up to grab the unused wooden peg leg by his desk. Quinn quickly strapped it onto the spot where he had taken of the old one. “This is only by the grace of the Almighty that I have been given this new strength. This strength feels like I am a new person.” Along with new strength, came new feeling, anger, lust, hatred. The jolt of energy thruster him to clear of his workbench. By the next week he had collected dozens of large jars from the trash. By the end of the month had filled them with thousands of mosquitos. By the third month, millions. All along his room, mosquitoes and mosquitoes larva sat in those large jars. “Mosquitos? Why…” But then it popped into his mind, like someone planted it there. “The people… The unfaithful and the unworthy. The unfit to join into God's kingdom. This town must be purged of its uncleanliness. I shall do it by the strength and will of the Almighty.” Quinn opened his door during the midnight hour and found a homeless beggar on the side of the docks. He quickly when up to him and knocked him out, dragging him back to the shack he called home. Quinn tied him up in a chair and sealed off and airway where something could get in or out. He quickly released the onto himself mosquitos onto himself before releasing the same batch onto man. Quinn very carefully catch the mosquitos and put them back into the jars. Than he waited for himself and the man to recover. Than he did it again with another batch. Over and over he did this pattern. Until one night he saw that the man had died. Pneumonic plague had spread to him. “This one served a noble cause. He shall be with my father in heaven.” Quinn went out again in the streets finding another subject to use. For many months he did this. Claiming 5 victims. After it was all done, he disposed of the bodies in the deep woods. Quinn took each of the jars and Compressed the lid down onto the mosquitos inside, crushing and killing them, making the disease ridden blood collect at the bottom. Quinn then poured the liquid into a big jar. The blood just about met the rim when he poured the last jar into the bigger one. “The is one more thing I have to do, a field (cough) test.” So Quinn found one last person, this time a health young man, by the name of Leo. He took Leo back to his house and showed him his jars while tied in rope and gagged. (Muffled) “hor hrahe” [your crazy] “I’m not crazy… I'm bless with the knowledge of the almighty. Trusted with the wisdom of God.” Quinn opened the 2 gallon jar and dipped an arrow slightly into it and closed it. “Haup hu ha a haiu” [stop what are you doing] “I will see you in heaven when I die if this works.” Quinn sticks the arrow into Leo's leg. Leo screams through his gag. The diseased blood runs off into Leo's bloodstream, and pumped the ought his entire body in a matter of hours. Quinn cleans up the wound trying to not make Leo bless out. Leo stays a matter of day, before suddenly dying mid meal. Throughout this time he showed all the signs of pneumonic plague. “It worked… And now it is time to cleanse the city. Only by the grace of God have I been given this gift. “ (Mod approved to watch over me as I do the rest.) but first I need this approved as an even I can do.

MC Name: tcs_tonsils_ RP Name:Iulius Destrain Skype: tcs_tonsils_ Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): Est Do you have Teamspeak?: I can redownload it. What are your reasons for joining the legion?: I would always defend the Dwarven lands. The dwarves are like brothers to me.

Can someone reads me to the legion and Dwarven chat.

Iulius frowns, "Dads back."

Iulius huffs "Onother Freaken Uprising... Seen it all before..." Lays down and takes a nap.

Iulius Grabs his best armor, and best sword and shield, and runs to fight the monster.

Maybe not worldwide and just felsen. Gremlins are a problem, they make a ton of messes.