GloriaPreussens

Hans would grin, the South will rise up.

Looks really good, glad to see another KCD fan.

dreek was best dwarven king and emperor.

IGN(s): GloriaPreussens, _69_BIGpvp_420_

Age: 21

Timezone: PST

Discord: Obergruppenführer John Smith#5367

What map did you join during?: Aegis

Do you have access to a microphone?: Yes

Average daily playing time?: Few hours a day I'd say

Have you held any LotC staff position(s) before? If so, for how long?: Was on the first war team for a year, was AT for a few months, and GM for a while

Why do you want to join the GM Team?: I want to help out again, doesn't seem to be a lot of GMs around.

Have you applied for this position before and been denied? If so, link the application: Can't get ahold of it, can't find it though, was years ago.

Anything else you want to tell us?: https://imgur.com/a/TugvE

A certain mercenary relishes the words he read, ready to loot the corpses of anyone who'd fail to assault the new Frostbeard citadel.

-1 very bad man

good at bedwars

DAD!?

On 10/1/2017 at 12:12 AM, drfate786 said:

 

If there were such a large population of Strigae we would have a lot of blood drained corpses in Adelsburgh, not roleplaying the thirst for blood is powergaming for the same reasons that "controlling" it when someone has only been a Strigae for a month is.

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Who says we leave bodies in the city lmao, or even RP there exclusively?

52 minutes ago, GrimReaper98 said:

Absolutely no, this addition is horrible and will turn our playerbase worse than it already is. Just wanna say I'm hoping to grab the reins onto the strigae playerbase very soon and make them active. This addition is not needed.

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They are active. Look harder.

Proposed Changes: Following the same guidelines as any other creature capable of such, Striga will be granted the ability to learn Void Magicks save for Fire evocation, Blood Magic, Necromancy, Mysticism limited to the Fourth Tier. They will be able to take two magics up to Tier Four, and two more up to Tier Three.

A striga learning these magics would sacrifice their strength exponentially, as in the stronger they get in the magic, the weaker they get physically, as they peaked their magical abilities they would weaken to the point of only being only slightly physically stronger as a human in their prime and peak physical shape.

Upon learning necromancy, the Striga would no longer need to feed in the normal manner to gain life force, as they would be able to use necromancy to extract it, however both methods would be plausible. However, as a drawback their natural regenerative properties would slow somewhat as a result of the necromantic properties on the soul.

Reasoning: The Striga still contain their soul, and there is nothing in the previous lore that realistically stops them from learning certain magics. According to current lores, if one doesn’t have a soul they aren’t present on the mortal plane we inhabit in a normal manner as other creatures and descendents do. It’s a perfectly feasible thing, as we can see the Frost Witches maintain their physical strength as well as have the ability to cast magic.

Redlines: A striga would not be able to become a Lich/Darkstalker/Ghoul/Wraith or any other creature related to the proposed added magics.

A striga who has taken necromancy as a magic may not heal nearly as quick as they would normally, though it would still be accelerated.

Any striga which uses blood magic must be aware of their RP limitations as Striga, and be aware of the effects of blood on them. Using a small amount likely would not bother a Striga though large blood rituals are an obvious impossibility for them unless extreme measures were taken prior.

Credit to Phil and Tentoa and Yoppl for helping with ideas.

IGN(s): Langeschwanz, _69_BIGpvp_420_

Age: 21

Timezone: PST

Discord: falkir/dab#5367

What map did you join during?: aegis

Do you have access to a microphone?: Yah

Average daily playing time?: Couple hours a day, maybe more

Have you held any LotC staff position(s) before? If so, for how long?: I ran warclaims when we first made them for Mog, then I was AT for a few months. Pretty self explanatory.

Why do you want to join the GM Team?: I want to help, not gonna be draw it out.

Have you applied for this position before and been denied? If so, link the application: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/163183-deniedgame-man/

Anything else you want to tell us?: (This is optional.)

"Doctorfate?" asks man

APPLICATION:

OOC: 

Skype Name: -

Username: soobliusmaximus

IC:

Name: Jon

Age: 15

Experience: Used a pitchfork on a bandit once

Black was the color of the days since Stephen had taken to his sick-bed, his deathbed but none dared speak those words. In the minds of each and every soul who did lurk the halls of the King’s Palace to the frozen streets of Alban-proper, they all knew their King would not rise, but they hoped anyway, lied to themselves whispering the King would rise again. Frederick himself sat quietly by his friend’s bed, whispering with him and sharing quiet memories, weeping when the sovereign was asleep and comforting him when he was pained. The Black Prince of Pruvia had few friends left in his life, alienating those he once cared for save Stephen, his brother in all things.

In the final hour of the Sovereign’s life, Frederick could smell Death approaching, so familiar with the concept and intimate in a way few in the world were. As Stephen commanded all out, Frederick lingered a moment, taking his friend’s hand, giving him a sad smile, the King murmuring in a raspy and tired voice, “I’ll see you again, ai, brother?”

A long silence passed, they both knew the answer, Frederick turning his gae down a moment before going to meet the eyes of his departing comrade, “No, Stephen. You’ll have to do the rest without me, rest easy brother,” the black-clad Prince would stand, eyes wet as tears ran free, turning and leaving the room for the King of Haense to take his last rest.

Steven the Striga rides atop a horse of bone and rotted flesh, the army of Jacque de Felsen thousands strong, the creature rode with his leader!

Full Name: Johnny Moretti

Age: 22

Residence: Alban

Prior Experience: I've done a pit of pipe work, sometimes it gets messy but I clean it.

• Full Name: Frederick Augustus
• House Name: Horen-Preussen
• Status of Blood [Royalty, Nobility, Gentry, etc.]: Nobility
• Titles [King or Queen, Prince or Princess, Archduke or Archduchess, Duke or Duchess, Marquise or Marchioness, Margrave or Margravine, Count or Countess, Viscount or Viscountess, Baron or Baroness, Knight or Dame]: Pricne
• Direct Liege’s Name: King Stephen I
• Amount of Levied Men: N/A, serving Royal Army
• Number of Citizens inhabiting any Fiefdoms: N/A
• Goods produced within your Lands: Rocks
• The reasonable amount of Wealth or Assets you would be able to raise for Taxation: Rocks
• Do you, by this document, swear loyalty to the Emperor, Peter II Sigismund, and the Holy Orenian Empire until death? Do you hereby accept that treason and betrayal will be met with no clemency and that your lands shall be forfeit and repossessed by His Imperial Majesty should such action be taken?: Yes

On 7/11/2017 at 2:20 PM, Hero_ said:

James I'm sure the marines will teach you this

Let's suppose you have two paths across a rocky and steep iraqi mountain range to weed out ISIS fighters. Your goal is to reach their camp safely. You have two paths - The main one, which is far less steeper, and has about a 90% chance of success (IE no earthquake or ambush) or the steep and faster one, leading directly to the ISIS fighters, with a 1% chance of success being attained. 

 

Point is I was banned for poking edel to unmute me when quackers was being a bully and muted me.

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Talk to Quacker dude, I have no idea what point you're trying to make lmao

On 7/11/2017 at 2:14 PM, Hero_ said:

James that's not the point I didnt know who banned me so I assumed it was you why would you not unban me? You know about 99% of the time I'm banned it's for a bullshit reason lmao

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Because idk what you were banned for lol

On 7/11/2017 at 7:28 AM, Jonificus said:

Why would you want to spend your time playing mineman professionally untill you joined boot camp?

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I want to experience blue tag fever.

On 7/11/2017 at 6:17 AM, Hero_ said:

This is definitely a meme. I've accepted that I wronged Yoppl and his group but I've reformed and a bunch of people don't get the memo including you. Stop being a *****, please. 

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I'm not the one banning you, ask the person who banned you and stop pming me as soon as I log in lmao.

Quacker keeps banning you.

• Minecraft name/s: Dabliusmaximus _69_BIGpvp_420_

• Age: 21

• Timezone: PST

• Discord: falkir/dab#5367

• Tell us an issue you currently experience on the server: I have an issue with raid rules being constantly violated and misunderstood, as well as in the past, not currently, finding a lack of GMs to do modreqs in a timely fashion due to the staff being either understaffed or lazy, which is a cycle no doubt going to repeat itself.

• How do you feel individual GMs should present themselves personally and collectively as a team?: On a personal level GMs can act mostly how they want within the rules and guidelines of the server and as outlined in their role as a GM, being off duty or not. As a team it's probably best they act in a uniform manner otherwise it looks like a bunch of loose chimps flinging **** at each other. Think of it like a job, you all go into the conference room to have a meeting about how your department is going to preform and act. The Majority agree on something, or the boss makes a decision and that's just how it's gonna be. If go around acting a rogue element and undermining your boss and the group as a whole it makes the entire team look stupid and a joke.

• What are your finest and worst traits?: I'm pretty rude and insensitive sometimes and stubborn, however I like to think of myself as fairly open to listening and willing to help out the best I can.

• Why are you the best candidate for the Game Team?: I don't know if I'm the best, but I really don't have much to do concerning roleplay, a few things that I'm not super invested in as I leave to boot camp on November 27th. My ambitions are strictly assistance of the community as I don't have time for anything else.

Black was a color all too common these days, adorned in black armor, wearing black trousers, hands clad in thick black leather gloves, and a cloak of black. He was in mourning, but not for anyone’s death, but a departure still. His oldest son was six years, he’d never have his father there as little Robert swung his first real sword, or rode a horse as masterfully as his pop, but he’d do good. The only man he’d ever been able to call brother in the end was Stephen, and their conversations were far and fewer between as both were called away from war and to the duties of peace, but Stephen was be a better guardian than he’d ever be a father himself. A heavy sigh, he spurned his horse forward, a dark beast, but beautiful, ever calm even in the face of certain death.

The twins as well, Thomas and his sister, beautiful children really, the thought made him smile, one that quickly urged him to shut his eyes, stopping his horse as he fought a losing battle against tears which did stream down his cheeks from once-grey eyes, down features ever-still against the sands of time, as men withered and died, family came and gone. With a shake of his head, he drug the back of his gloved hand over his cheeks, his throat hurt from the choking he did, just barely able to suppress open weeping over a pain he could not describe.

Heart heavy, he rode forward in the cool night of summer through the roads he once built and later defended, past homes of sleepy citizens he once bleed and then toiled with, a merciless soldier whose sins were ignored. A look back over his shoulder, the dim flickering lights of his home distant, where his once-loved wife had resided, where once he’d been able to be happy, but that was not a life he could have anymore, his choices made sure life could never be the same. He could not be with them, but he could protect from afar, he’d done many evil things in his life, from killing men in the field to hanging them, been guilty of vainglory and wrath, but those were footnotes now.

It continued in a heavy clip clop among flagstones no longer maintained in his absence, and overgrown, the sad state of his land seemed to desire not but to consume all he built and forget him, nature itself trying to erase him from memory, but this was no different from the nature of mortals. His armor was hung up his room, warhammer and sword at the table to be passed to his son, wearing now only a dark chainmail coat under riding clothes, and head bare of circlet.

Hours it seemed he’d been riding but it didn’t matter, as the man neared the border of his realm he let free a heavy sigh, turning back one last time, the dim flicker of his home barely visible, he smiled and let tears run free down his cheeks. He’d done terrible things for the ones he loved, things they’d never know or understand, but sacrifices must be made, even at the damnation of one’s own soul. Shutting his eyes once, his mind turned to the sweet face of his wife, never to be seen again, the bright eyes of his son Robert who’d grow to be a strong Prince, to Thomas and his twin sister, steadfast and full of life. For them, he’d do anything, no matter how far it would take him, and he had. Exhaling slowly, Prince Frederick Augustus of the House of Horen-Preussen, Prince in Pruvia, Duke of Ostland and titles too tiresome to list off, turned back around and rode out, lost into the annals of history.

"I'm not read yet you all are idiots" reads a letter from Frederick

((Smh, kids these days))