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The Amir would have been reading in his study above The Alwahdat Alwaqi Barracks. The Most Holy Book of The Righteous Fate would have been laying upon his desk, open at Chapter 24, Verse 2. "Flog the fornicatress and the fornicator with a hundred lashes each. Let there be no reluctance in enforcing the laws of God, if you have faith in God and the Day of Judgment. Let it take place in the presence of a group of believers." After reading the verse with a faint smile. He would leave for the entrance of the palace, Awaiting The 'Holy' Caliph.

Ok.

By order of the Caliph. Due to the reorganisation of the Caliphate and Vandoria, The Order of Mubarizuns will be merged into the Order of the Alwahdat Alwaqi and they will be part of the personal bannermen of the Kharadeen family. Subhanallah. Amethu Denaseth, Amir of the Caliphate of Khalestine.

A letter is sent to the applicant in response, the applicant would recognize the wax crest adorned with the an angled crescent moon and star sealing the envelope. "As-Salaam-Alaikum Receart Lilumi, You are accepted to prove your worth in the Order of the Mubarizuns. Report at the Al-Wakhrah Palace as soon as possible Alwafid. Subhanallah, Amethu Denaseth, Amir of the Caliphate of Khalestine."

((Ambient Music!)) The Order of Mubarizuns A family crest adorned with the an angled crescent moon and star. Purpose Called upon by the Caliph to protect the Children of Allah and the Jewel of the Caliphate, the Mubarizun are the champions of the City of Al-Wakhrah. They stand as role models for the Qalasheen and must be willing to risk their lives for the greater good. The Mubarizun offers those with bravery and skill to put their skills to a noble cause albeit strength alone is not necessarily required to be oathed. While individual strength is important, the Mubarizun push themselves to learn as much as they can - whether that be in the realms of politics, culture, language, or science. While off duty, a guard of the Mubarizun might be in Al-Wakhrah library studying or enjoying a smoke at the lounge among comrades and citizens. The Mubarizun follows a strict code once oathed. Virtues of the Qalasheen To protect the Qalasheen from interior and exterior threats. To protect the Caliph, Allah’s appointed leader for the Qalasheen. To protect and share knowledge gathered for the benefit of the Qalasheen. To show no fear when facing a foe. To respect those in command. To know restraint when dealing with the foolish. To take personal responsibility for any wrong doings. To present one’s self in the best way possible. To pursue knowledge into old age. To know humility. To avoid the gossip of prideful men. The High Command Caliph The Religious and Nation Leader of The Caliphate of Khalestine. The Caliph guides holds divine right to the ruling of Khalestine and has absolute power over everything within the Caliphate. The Caliph is the one that chooses the direction of The Order of Mubarizuns. His soldier will offer their loyalty and respect towards him. His involvement is generally indirect however and is typically handled by his Amir. Sultan The Sultan acts as a secondary nation leader, focused to serve the nation internally. Generally holds the same power as the Caliph, but may have any motions he carries out to be overruled by the Caliph. The Sultan will act as a regent if the Caliph is absent. The power of Sultan is assigned by the Caliph. Amir An Amir is appointed by the Caliph to run the Mubarizuns as the overall General/Commander. The Amir is responsible for running the military and city guard, protecting the city and civilians, protecting the Caliph, and ensuring order is kept within the city and land holdings. The Amir also advises the Caliph on matters of war and conflict. An Amir may hold trial against an person if accused of a crime. If the accused is foreign and of importance value to another nation, the Caliph or Sultan will hold the trial. Low Command Naqib A Naqib is a senior officer with many years of experience within The Order of Mubarizuns and chosen for his amazing prowess in combat and leadership. Appointed by the Amir to command a group of muharib and jundi during military expeditions. Many are often given the tasks of recruiter and drill master. Raqib A Raqib is a Muharib who not only showed skills in battle, but, also skills in leadership. He will be trained in the arts of leadership by a Naqib or by the Amir self. A Raqib will test it’s leadership skills as an acting leader of the city guard division of the Mubarizuns. On military expeditions a Raqib will always support a Naqib. The Enlisted Muharib The Muharib are the most devoted and steadfast soldiers of the main force. The men are experienced with fighting battles and are the well-disciplined fighting elites. Jundi The Jundi is the vast majority of the Mubarizuns force. They are the footmen and militiamen who serve as the primary protectors of the Caliphate and the bulk of the battlefield during war. Alwafid The Alwafid are the new unoathed recruits of the Mubarizuns and are required to be oathed by the oathing standards set. If the Alwafid is not oathed, they may not receive any additional ranking. Alwafid who are looking to work around the foreign tax must wait to be oathed. Sub-Rankings Mwahtemed (Quartermaster) The Mwahtemed is an title given to those who show capability of doing such jobs as making sure the other soldiers are equipped enough to do their tasks. Specializing in the organization of arms, ranging from weaponry to armor, the task of the Mwahtemed is to assure that their fellow soldiers are equipped. Muhandis (Engineer) The Muhandis specializes in the use of military siege weaponry, such as siege crossbows, battering rams, catapults, and trebuchets. Jarraah (Surgeon) The Jarraah is the lifeline of the military by making sure the injured and wounded do not die with the use of advanced medical knowledge, vital to the job. Mutadarrib (Trainee) The Almutadarrib is an oathed recruit, they will be taught all the professions, however they will eventually professionalize on one subject. Application ((OOC)) MC Name : Do you have Teamspeak?/Are you willing to download it? : Timezone : Do you have a Skype? If yes, please PM it to me : ((RP)) Name : Age : Gender: Reason for wanting to join the Mubarizuns?: Are you a citizen of the Caliphate or willing to become one?: Please give us a little bit of your background ((A short paragraph )) :

I need something like this sexy black man : Same colours with the turban. With the head of this sexy black man: Here is a pic of the money. http://puu.sh/l332r/2faf1815a3.jpg

Lawrence would saunter slowly away from the smouldering pyre, shaking his head at the actions of his kinsmen. He huffs beneath his three words he kept repeating during the so-called execution. "Blood thirsty peasants" He saunters on with a single roll of his eyes.

Upon hearing the words from the Caliph, the Southeron would mutter the holy words beneath his breath: "Subhanallah"

Amethu shakes his head to the commotion. "Percival & George have been my brothers for years, I will not betray them, for some reason, /THEY/ made my life stable." He scratches his chin when he walks off. "How /do/ they get some many offspring?" he muttes while returning to his duties

Amethu sighs upon reading the document. He looks upon Petrus from the barrack walls and mutters: "Reform? We will. A new era of the watch is approaching.

Amethu raises a brow upon reading the document. "unnatural skin color? And what is the definition of unnatural?" mutters the Southeron while he returns to his duties.

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: Vrarrdata How old are you?: 17 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes I’m aware Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Nope. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I’ve read and I agree with the rules. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: All the rules are important, but the most important thing is not to metagame, powergame, or in another way ruin the role-play for people. It’s a role-play server! Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): I’m still a bit confused about in-game dying and role-play dying. I like some thorough explanation, before I lose my character! How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I googled: Minecraft Roleplay Server. And this server was #1. Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! What is roleplaying?: You assume the role of you character/persona and you have to act like your character in a setting. What is metagaming?: Using OOC information/knowledge IC, information/knowledge that you know, but your character doesn’t, for your own benefit. What is powergaming?: making your character so “power”ful where nothing would stop them in-game. This is unfair for other players. Or you could force actions on other people. “*[insert name here] cuts off the knight’s head.” Is a BAD thing. In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Amethu Denaseth Character’s gender: Male Character’s race: Human/Farfolk/ Southerons Character’s age: 20 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.): My story? Get a drink “effendi”, it is quite a tale. My family, the Denaseth family, are true Southerons in our blood, however we were no farmers, no we were nomads . We traveled with the Qalashi trade caravans since we landed on Anthos. They have helped us to survive in the scorching sun of the deserts, in return we guarded their trade caravans. Near the End of the Anthosian Era, our family finally settled down in the area around Abresi. My family had a stable life, but after the “Great Floods hit the lands, our story almost ended, we were nomads again, we lost many brother and sisters in the “Great Floods”. The only people who survived the disaster were my parents, They didn’t abandon the caravans, like the others. On “the fringe” and Thales When my parents landed on Athera with the caravans, they made a promise to the merchants and went separate ways, the promise was a lifedebt. “ Every generation of my family will always send one son to the caravans as a honor guard. He will live and die with the caravan.” I was the first and the last son to be sent away I was born on a farmstead, just outside Leuvaarden. I had two brothers: “Fariq, my older brother and Risah, my baby brother.” My parents became farmers after the disasters that happened to them in the old lands, “a normal life” they called it. The land was ravaged by rebellions, wars and the undead and they called a normal life, It was not normal, no, but it was at least okay. Growing up on a farm, I learnt how to take care for myself when my father and brother had to leave for the wars. Well… how much you can learn as a child, because my life rapidly changed. It was “Sun's Smile”, a year after the conflict between the Kingdom of Akovia, Mardonic League, the Dwarves and the Orcs had ended. I was outside, playing “knight” with my elder brother, while my parents where tending to the cows in the field. Suddenly we heard the sound of horses, camels and many voices approaching the farmstead. It was a trade caravan, a trade caravan traveling on that road was nothing out of the ordinary, It was different today. The caravan stopped in front of our home. A old man with a beige skin, clothed with bright colored robes, and a long grey beard, appeared descended from his huge camel and approached me and my brother. “As-Salamu Alaykum, children of the Denaseth. I am here for your parents” We were awed by the magnificence of the caravan, we had never seen a caravan so big. Our parents noticed the commotion and came rushing down from the fields. They allowed the old man and his caravan to stay the night camping on our fields and invited the old man over for dinner. That evening me and my older brother were not allowed at the dinner table, but we were curious and we were eavesdropping on the conversation in the dinner room. We heard something about training, Al-Dirakh in the Deus Proditor and leaving Leuvaarden. Forever. The following morning my father explained the whole situation: “Our families history, the Qalashi trade caravan and the life debt.” I never knew why my father chose me instead of my brother. Being the eldest son is something special, the youngest too. But the middle son, no you’re nothing, always the need to prove yourself. I cried for hours when I saw the farmstead disappear over the horizon, but I knew crying would not help me. I was a studious and curious child, I tried to learn every aspect of the Qalashi merchants and the people who traveled with them. The old man told me about the Qalasheen, their culture, and faith. I was fascinated and it didn’t take long before I became one with the Qalashi culture, but I never forgot my roots: “a Southeron” and as a Southeron I was raised to be gregarious, that trait really helped me to make friends among the caravan, however I got in some sticky situations with my tongue, I’m not only gregarious, but I am also honest and honesty may be a virtue, but it is an annoying virtue, but calling someone a complete imbecile is not a smart thing to-do. After some incidents with some other guards and some merchants in the caravan, I learned to keep my mouth shut. The most difficult part of my life with the caravan was the combat training. I noticed that I am not a born fighter, but after years of training in the ways of the sword and the left-handed archery and some experiences in skirmishes, I became more than an average soldier, no formidable fighter, but skilled. Life went very fast when I was with the caravan, we visited so many places, I learned the Qalashi language, became one with the Qalashi faith, but I longed for one thing: home. We never passed the farmstead on new trips to Leuvaarden, I was not able to get an opportunity to visit it. Always “on duty”. Not only In Leuvaarden, but in every city we visited. The paid guards got breaks and everything included, I was no “honor guard”, I was a slave. When I was eighteen, I found an opportunity to escape and I took it. We were traveling from Salvus to Petrus, It was a long trip, not without dangers. The caravans dangers, my freedom. An ambush, they were no ordinary bandits, but they were skilled deserters from different armies, fighting for no king, no leader. I was able to defend myself and flee the massacre. I felt horrible, I left the only friends I ever had, however, I had to continue. If I died with them, their “sacrifice” was useless. For almost a year I dwelled through the forests, always fearing for someone looking for me. only with my scimitar and bow, living from the wild animals and collecting some fruits. But I did not have any knowledge about poisonous fruits and those fruits were almost my end. Every day I became more fatigued, more paranoia, more nauseous and finally crazy without companionship. I could not keep my body working, I collapsed. I opened my eyes ever so slightly in a unknown place, I began to see. I felt a soft breeze on my skin, I began to feel. I began to ponder about my whereabouts, I began to think. I did not know why, but I had been given a new chance, A new beginning, “a normal life.” Personality Traits: Humble, Zealous (after his “second chance”), Gregarious, Honest, a bit Paranoid, Diligent, Content (after his “second chance”). Ambitions: Start a normal life, stay out of trouble, follow the teachings of Allah. Finding his family. (not a priority anymore) Strengths/Talents: Skilled fighter, Silver Tongue, Knows how to survive on his own. Weaknesses/Inabilities: his honesty can get him into trouble, Paranoia and needs companionship. never learned manual labour. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): 6’ tall, Afro-textured hair, skin looks rough and dirty, calm dark brown eyes, many small scars on his hands and arms, a tad muscular.