GameCrackers

~~RP~~ A silhouette in the dark walked in a dark alley in Riga, this silhouette was almost invisible, yet its lines could only be seen if you looked closely. The silhouette leaned on a wall,his eyes watching as the people passed by, not noticing of the predator in the dark that watched them closely. The silhouette belonged to Kha'Panthera...his name was K'zarm, he was 126, and he seemed to be strong enough with a desire to kill...not silently though..no, perhaps a knight would be the best role for him...he knew how to kill, he knew how to chase, how to hunt his prey...yes...a dangerous feline...thats what he was ~~OOC~~ IGN-HatttyHattington Skype- Already on the group

Seeing the note, K'zarm cant help but wonder what it meant, he was curious...so very curious. He left a note back where it was told to leave it and smirked, perhaps this would lead him to greatness...perhaps not... (K'zarm-HatttyHattington)

Chapter 2 The echoes of battle rang on Christopher’s ears, his green eyes gazing upon the burning buildings, upon the orcs who pillaged the village, he couldn’t do anything, he was too scared, his face was all dirty, with a bruise on his forehead, because one of the orcs hit his head with the pommel of its sword, he had tried saving his goods, yet he wasn’t half as strong as those damn orcs. His eyes fell on a green orc, who had a battle-axe, he saw as he fought with Jenkins, one of his friends, the small gnome didn’t had the size enough to fight with the orc, yet he was quick and moved quickly, avoiding the beast’s attacks, then the sweep came, and Jenkin’s body was cut in half, not even a scream was heard from him as the body fell behind and the legs forwards, the intestines and guts clearly seen falling from the torn body. Christopher had to look away, the poor gnome has never seen this amount of gore and blood. Cristopher was a Star Gnome from the village of Jrolvesken, a village just below the ground, they had made a giant hole and created various levels of it with wooden buildings along the walls, in the end of the hole, below was the small Assembly that every gnome city needed with its Kun, a representative of the city. The above level of that would have various workshops by and markets by the various gnomes, this floor was by far the most packed with small gnomes, buying, selling, trading, and chattering. The two levels above would have the housing area where every gnome lived. This was a perfect city before. Now…now everything was burning as Orcs targeted the small people as they tried to run and even some tried to fight. Who would think that the traps and the defences they had would be destroyed? In such a way that it’s now impossible to fix, he knew some of the Engineers were in the process of building new ones but it was all destroyed now…gone…burnt with no way of recovering it. The Orcs had used this chance to attack and they had no way of attacking back, gnomes weren’t good fighters and the ones who knew how to fight were no match for the orcs, at least in this town, that was simply a few miles away from the main capital of the Gnomes, Arlma. Christopher rose to his feet, his white hair was wet from the sweat, he was tired, stressed, confused, and his eyes widened as he saw the massive Orc running towards him, axe ready to strike, Christopher froze in fear, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t do a thing, he only braced himself for impact. He waited for the pain, as the orc raised his axe, but instead of feeling pain he could only hear a grunt. He opened his eyes, slowly, and saw the orc falling to the side, a gnome was on his back and jumped down before the body fell, his dagger filthy with the blood of the orc. The gnome was hooded, using a black mask to cover his face as well as grey leather armor, who was this gnome? If he even was a gnome! He didn’t knew but as the gnome fled, Christopher went after him, he looked to the side to see his people being slaughtered, some ran, some tried to fight but only in vain, a couple dozens of orc bodies on the floor, their legs almost as big as them, they jumped over them. The death toll of the gnomes was so much bigger than the orcs and that was clearly seen. Cristopher didn’t knew where he was going but they seemed to be running to the second level, that couldn’t be good, they were walking straight into where the Orcs were! Cristopher thought in returning back but after a scream from a gnome he evaluated better his choices and knew he wouldn’t live enough to survive that long, his chances of survival were better with this one. The nimble gnome walked towards a small house on the side, near some burning ones. As he entered, Cristopher quickly followed, why a house? They were sitting ducks here! He closed the door behind him and looked at the gnome with the black mask, still confused, the Gnome walked to the stairs and punched the wall in a place, and then punched again but this time in another place, and again on the same place before kicking it a bit to the left. Suddenly the wall opened, turning into almost like a door. Cristopher’s eyes glowed with surprise and wonder and quickly rushed before the door closed on him. As he passed inside he heard the banging on the door…Orcs…the doors closed and the two gnomes were alone…alone in a dark place…the floor beneath him was cold, and the walls around them surely weren’t made of wood, they were too hard, stone? Perhaps. Then, a flash of light and he had to squint his eyes from the sudden change of darkness to light. He looked back to see the small gnome with a torch on his hand, and he could see that the floor and walls were made of stone, and they seemed to be in a rather large corridor, as the gnome walked, Cristopher slowly followed him “So hmm…I just wanted to thank you for…saving my ass back there” Christopher said to him, only a grunt was heard from the gnome and they kept walking “My name is Christopher” he said to the black masked gnome, another grunt was received as an answer, this time Christopher simply followed him, he was done with questions, at least for now…for now…he was curious…

Lost my sanity a long time ago, dont worry about that

This idea is pretty much...well...stupid in my opinion. People create blind characters because they find it interesting to roleplay a blind person. If you simply add a "Sight Potion" it would take all the fun and purpose of putting the character blind in the first place. And really, in my opinion, blind characters are way more interesting than characters that can see, and it needs a certain level of effort and perhaps skill to actually play a blind character, because it doesnt has the advantages that the people that can see have

Oh right...a thing like this would help a lot when knowing me, right...hmm...im not very good with introductions so ill just speak out of my mind. Name's Hank, currently 16, im originally from France but now I live in UK and have a steady relationship and thats basically all you may hear from me in about my personal life, anything else may be said as i develop a friendship with some people. Im a friendly, caring of friends, hot headed and nervous person, im a bit shy when starting with people yet once i start getting more comfortable i become perhaps a bit childish in jokes. I love to help people and love to roleplay and to write. Im NOT someone to be tempted with, like i said, i freak out really fast and although i try my best to avoid it im only human. Many times ill try to be quiet or simply leave the server if things heat up. My likes...i love Roleplaying like i said before and i've been doing it for the past 5 years, i love to write, something im doing since small, I love videogames, gaming soundtrack, orchestral music and a few comedy musics (Flight of the Conchords, Jonathan Coulton). Im a big fan of movies and i love to quote famous lines. Oh, and i may go with some cheesy puns and jokes a few times, so be careful. and I LOVE Cookies and Dogs I hate bugs, they are disgusting, really, i hate lots of sweets (cake and a way many more), dont like many fruits...i admit, im picky. Anything else that anyone wants to ask just come forth and ask me, im shy but i love answering people, i just dont like to start conversations 0.0

Chapter 1 The noise of the rain drops was constant, the wet sounds of the small but fat drops hitting the cobble path, it was night, and quite dark, a dim light in the middle of the path was lit, illuminating a very small area in the middle of the dark. The cobble path was quite old, small pouches of grass grew between the small cracks of the stone, giving it a more natural look to it. The path was quite deserted, not a single building, walls, or anything nearby, empty, only the sound of bugs, and the of the rain drops falling over the cobble path. The path seemed infinite, some said the path went through the whole continent, others said that the path led to the Forbidden Lands, others say that the path leads to Golenvard, the place where the heroes of the land would rest after their death, destined to fight and drink all through eternity, and if ever Dashma would have to fight Yerlin in the Great Battle of Aces, the Heroes would go down to fight with her. All mockery…Heroes never existed, Gods, Divines, whatever you call them, they never existed and they never will, at least that’s what Jesh said, that’s what he thought, the gnome never really believed in the Way of the Gorsh, or really believed that Golenvard even existed; in his mind, only one thought ran through his brain “Once we die, we die; we lay lifeless, limp where we fell, or where someone moves us, limp and out of breath, as worms, bugs and Nirns eat our flesh and rip the eyes out of our skull” quite the morbid thought, but he had to face the reality, he was no longer a child, and he had no time for fairy tales. Jesh was a gnome, a seventy years old gnome, or conversed into the human age, only thirty. He was small, like all gnomes yet he didn’t found that bad, he uses his size as a weapon, as a tool and an advantage, he was a Powder Gnome (all Gnomes at the age of thirty five have two paths to choose and that will change how their life will change, where they will work and how they will affect the community, there’s the Powder Gnomes, that will follow the way of the mechanism, redstone and machinery, many of them learn the art of Technomancy, a mix of magic with machinery; the other choice is the Star Gnome, Gnomes that use a special kind of magic that they believe that came from the stars, that it’s a gift from their Gods, many of these become clerics, healers or some, Paladins. There’s no record of any gnome actually being able to use any other type of magic besides those two, thus, its said that Gnomes can’t learn any other type of magic), and he was proud of it, he always loved how the machinery worked, how to move powder around and that would make something good happen, he could make traps, ambushes, mechanical miners, all of the sort by simply building machinery that could do it for him. At least he was trying to learn how to do it, how to improve himself, yet he knows that’s simply something that will take ages. In this very path, Jesh walked, following the cobble path, his head staring down, his bright blue eyes hidden under the goggles that he used almost all day long, his darkened red hair that almost seems light brown was all wet now and fell on his head, gluing to his forehead as the rest on his neck. His black coat was all wet, humid from the rain drops, thankfully it was over his white buttoned shirt that always seemed to be fully buttoned all the way, his brown pants had leather braces attached to it that went around his chest making a small cross on his back, a holster stood on the side with a small flintlock pistol that he had, and a small steel dagger on his hilt. The gnome gave small steps, his boots making a regular sound, almost like following a pattern as he walked along the wet path, stepping on small puddles of water creating a little splash. The gnome grumbled a few words to himself, repeating the words of a small song that his mum used to sing “Lollay, lollay, little child Why wepestou so sore Nedes mostou wepe It was iyarked thee yore Ever to lib in sorrow And sich and mourne evere As thine eldren did er this Whil hi alives were Lollay, lollay little child Child, lollay, lullow You have come into An alien world” It was a beautiful song, one that he adored and one that he always recited when nervous, it made him a bit sad whenever he sang actually for it remembered him of his deceased mother, a woman he loved dearly, and this is one of the only gifts he has of her, her song, the memory of her sweet voice on his head, forever stuck, or so he thinks. He had not a very big mind on where he was directing, possibly home, but who knows where home is. As the gnome walked he started feeling the smell of burnt wood, of burnt flesh…if one would look at him, they would notice the smoke leaving from a cave on the end of the dirt path that diverted from the cobble one. A smirk could be seen on the gnome, and as soon as he passed beneath the light, if one would look closely, they would see drops of blood on his coat, and a malefic smirk on his lips, the light did a small reflection on his goggles, creating a rather sinister look on him, one that would be seen rare on gnomes, a scary one. And the gnome kept walking, the noise from his footsteps soon faded, disappearing, and now, only the noise of the rain could be heard…falling over the cobble path…falling over the water puddles…

Hmmm...interested, send me the details of how you see him being, and details on his parents

{OOC} In-Game name: HatttyHattington Skype: Two accounts- [email protected] (When im in school, can still reply) and Mr_Apollo (outside of school) Timezone- GMT {IC} Name: K'zarm Title: So' Age: 126 Subrace: Kha'Panthera Housed: No Proffesions: Lumberjack and miner (mainly just to get resources, not a RP professions that i desired)

Wouldnt mind in giving it a try, Roleplay has been scarce this past few days with me

OOC Information What’s your Minecraft Account Name?:GameCrackers How old are you?: Fiveteen Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Indeed Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Never done an application in this forums Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I did read all of the rules and i will follow them carefully What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The full RP timer, when you enter the server you're RPing 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): Not now, but i'm sure I will have so get ready for a few questions How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? I ran across this server before although I quickly dismissed it, now im here to see it 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?: Roleplaying is when you take the role of a character of your own or already created (Mostly movie and TV show characters or game characters also known as Canon) and cra\eate a story, adventure or something literate with one or more people What is metagaming?: Metagaming is when you use information out of RP or that you wouldnt know outside of RP and use it to your own prevail What is powergaming?: Powergaming, is using a certain action against another player without giving him a chance to respond or avoid the action. For example: A warrior attacks another, and says that the attack successfully hit without giving another warrior the chance to block. 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: Faith La Vierre Character’s gender: Male Character’s race: Dark Elf Character’s age: 80 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.): Faith was a dark elf born in the Elven city The Conclave on the realm of Anthos, he was born in the middle of the Civil war between the elves. his father usually left the house to fight along the lines, his mother taking care of him and his brother, Ulokim who soon would reach maturity. He grew in constant hiding, oblivious to what was happening in the outside world. Soon the war ended and Faith was still a child, still oblivious to what happened but he was curious, and very stubborn. He dedicated his time in knowledge and went to the library so many times, the old high elf taught him how to read and write, and he didn't had much interest in fighting, his father so often tried to get him involved or interested in the ways of fighting with a sword, a wooden one of course, but after many tries and constant looses he resigned and dedicated to his books. He still did his father a favor and tried his best in sword training, but he never was the brightest. A few years later and they were already being raided. He didn't gave it much thought but after some of his precious books were stolen he decided to become more aware of what was happening. He trained harder and harder in fighting so he could protect his so precious books but like before, he wasn't very good at the art. He spent night after night, awake, a small wooden mace that he made in his hand and watched the books, so they couldn't be stolen without him seeing. Of course he was loosing time, after all, which raider would steal books? Of all the things in the small cottage and they were stealing books? Young Faith still had much to learn. More soldiers soon joined the protection of the town and the raids had decreased after a few days. The year of 1457 ruined everything from him. They had gotten news of a flooding starting and his family started quickly packing. Poor Faith now with 30 years wanted to take as much as he could, yet he could only take a few. He took some on his bag and more on his arms and then they left with the rest of the civilians of the city. While fleeing to the Fringe they were attacked by a small bandit group. Faith and his brother had stayed back in search of a book that the wind took from Faith. The young dark elf dragged his older brother to this and they searched, when Faith had found his book he looked up to find his brother being decapitated. He screamed and soldiers went his way, destroying the group of bandits. From this time on, Faith always had night terrors. After fleeing to the new realm of Athera his family went with the dark elves to settle, soon the settlement turned to dark elven capital of Ker'nor, also know as the Ancillary of Ker'nor, client state of Oren. From there Faith tried to focus back on the books. It was hard, the picture of his brother's head flying and tumbling on the floor never left his mind. It brought him nightmares, terrors...he tried to put all his anger, rage and sadness in fighting, in striking dummies, and soon he became better than what he was before, still, for his age he needed more speed, only focusing on the strength. He continued his studies, he wanted to leave the capital one day and just travel around the realm, finding new things and gaining more knowledge. More years passed, Faith finally reached adulthood at the age of 50. His father died one year after his birthday in an attack from wolves. His mother cried and cried and after countless days of picking up flowers she got sick. He took care of her for days and never found a cure, twenty years later she died. At the age of 70, Faith already had quite the perception on war and knowledge, he knew politics, and most of all, he had taken the liking of blacksmithing. He became a smith and for years he served one elf, Jul'kim, the ellf was a fine stonemason and blacksmith and so Faith became his apprentice and in 16 years he was already a professional. He works along Jul'kim to this day, he still has the dream to explore, and he knows he will do it, when the time is right. Personality Traits: Stubborn, Hot Headed, Nervous, Curious and a bit childish Ambitions: Wants to know every single secret that the world has to offer Strengths/Talents: He's smart, has knowledge on various things, he's a very good smith Weaknesses/Inabilities: Not very good with swords or axes, hes not very fast Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): He's 6'1, light weighted 154 pounds, has light aqua blue hair, dark purple eyes, a black coat, a dark white shirt below, a golden ring on his left hand and brown pants with black shoes. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):