Morinehtar

Basic Information Nicknames: Arthur Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive Description Height: 6'0 Weight: 200lbs Body Type: Big Boned, Equally muscled from head to Toe. Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brunette Skin: Light Brown Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Healthy Personality: Has an mouth of a sailor, he'll swear when he can, or die trying. If he'd have a penny for each time he'd swear, he'd be rich. Also has an flaming temper, but due to his years, as a guard, he was personally trained not to loose his temper easily,but if someone provokes him, there is no going back.. Inventory: Ferrum arming sword basswood shield Hunter's Bow Quiver Purse of Minas Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good Deity: The Creator Religion: Canonism Alliance/Nation/Home Job/Class: Law Enforcer Title(s): Guardsman Profession(s): Lumberjack Flaw(s): Cook Blacksmith Weaponry Fighting Style: Close Combat, always wants to throw the first swing. When needed, he is willing to use his shield at all costs. Trained Weapon: Ferrum Arming Sword Bow and Arrow Shield Combat Favored Weapon: Arming Sword Archery: Decent Biography Parents: Christopher Moore; Audrey Brook Moore Siblings: Geoffrey Moore; Ellen Moore; Lawrence Moore Children: N/A

I modified the topic, because I goofed up with the sword, The Sword will be an enchanted piece. Like a strong sword. If the wielder dies, the sword is vanishes.

Event Planners, MC Names: Hazelnut03 (Bastard 4 lyfe) Event Type: Treasure Hunt, Puzzle Event Date: July 18th, 2015 Factions/Nations effected by the event: Vailor (Continent itself) Event Location: (Ruins of those who walked the land before us) Summary: Before the arrival of the known descendants of the four, there roamed on Vailor, creatures unknown. Knowledge, in today's standards would give the common man an expression of not knowing. But what these old settlers left behind they were quite---odd. As the children of the four settle in Vailor, There was ruins. Took us many years, to understand writting. But after trial and error, they translated it into their native tongue. The only reason they were so successful was that they found a-- Stone which translated into known languages! It was written that the Son of man forged a blade stronger than Ferrum Steel, But lighter than a feather. But during war of the fallen one, it was shattered and spread across the realm, for someone to reforge it something new. Concept Images/Screenshots Other Information: It will basically be a enchanted Ferrum Blade, like ALOT of enchantments, I'll give the list once event is accepted. Do you need the Event Team's assistance?: Yes If so, do you require actors and/or builders?: Yes, I'd require both. To build some ruins, and the center temple to reforge the blade. The actors would play as the mini bosses. If you've watched Indiana Jones and the last crusade, you'd remember the crusader guarding the chalice. That is what I mean. You could use a black knight figure for one, 'None shall Pass.' But this is merely only a rough draft, so I didn't focus on grammar. ((If you like it then don't be afraid to give press the vote button!))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CenLdYSkaM4 Event Planners, MC Names: Hazelnut03 (Bastard 4 lyfe) Event Type: Ship Wreck Event Date: July 13th, 2015 Factions/Nations effected by the event: The Kingdom of Oren Event Location: The Crownlands Summary: It is 1515'. It has been almost Three years after the descendants of the four discovered the lands of Vailor. When they they landed on the lands of Vailor they discovered Ruins. These Ruins seemed Ancient. Like someone else settled there before them. What drove these creatures from leaving such a peaceful land. Let me begin the story. There once was a fisherman and his son. They were returning home after their daily catch. Which Was little for some odd reason. Some thought it was the Ghost ship that scared the fish away. Others think that the two were just horrible fishers. But on with the story. As they were returning home. A violent storm was brewing and it would not be possible to land without crashing and they've worked so hard to get the little fish they have. They saw the ghost ship, crashed on a rock off the coast. So they set sail for the ghost ship and docked. They pulled their net of fish into the ship. It was creepy. The ship felt unstable, but it was the best they had. This ship stood on this rock for centuries. When man set foot on Vailor, Historians also mentioned in the back pages of the history book of a ship that stood eerie at night. People could hear moaning from the ship, itself. But the only good that came from this ship was it so called, "Treasure" enough gold for a life time. But it was said. Those who enters the ship, will never return... But that is only a myth created around a camp fire. But of course the fisherman and his son never returned. But it was the storm! So don't worry, Unless.. You want to see for yourself. I wish you the best of luck! No one ever returned after entering the SS. Ama. The ship itself is unstable so I recommend you to watch your step, and it is said the undead walk man the crashed vessel, so best you gather a sword and shield, for it is unknown what is inside the crashed vessel! Concept Images/Screenshoot: Other Information: Do you need the Event Team's assistance?: Yes If so, do you require actors and/or builders?: Yes, I will require some actors to play like the Undead captain, and his set of officers. But skeletons will be the mob, but they will be given possibly Ferrum armor? And some zombies of course with ferrum. It is your choice. This won't be an easy task and all. ((Remember if you liked this, then please +1 so that we can make this a real thing!))

[NOTE] This event was just something I scrapped together. So expect grammar errors and that sort. But if you do enjoy please give an +1 So that this can be an event! I do hope you enjoy, so this an idea draft that I thought would be fun to make. Please note this event idea takes place in Felsen, Oren. But word would spread and anybody could do this. It was a normal day in Felsen. The streets were filled with commoners and traders. The day was as normal as usually. Thieves stealing coin purses off the belts of travelers. The Knights or Lorraine Beating the shite out of those thieves. Nothing was different. But that title was changed when an man holding a large sack. By how he dressed he seemed that he was from the North. He began to yell for help from the local guards. As everybody began to swarm the panic man which looked like a serf from the north. He took a deep breath before he began to speak, "People of Felsen--I have terrible news. As I was minding me' own business, workin' da farm and all. I heard a terrible roar from da' volcano which seemed dead, blessin' to the Creator for doin' so. As I heard da' roar, I thought it was just da' volcano and began to pack my dings', But it was no Volcano. A large object burst from da' Volcano. It had wings And breathed Fire. I thought I was bein' cursed by ole' Iblees himself. But as the object flew over my farm, I knew dis' was no bird. It was a Dragon! I saw it with my very Eyes. He Began to burn my crops and Cattle. I ran for me' life! I never read da' ancient lore of Dragons, but I knew it was a dragon, and someone must kill da' darn ding' before it burns all of Oren!" The man took a breath and was about to start another sentence before he heard the slight faint of a dragon's roar and with fear, he passes out on the street. Who bring justice to the farmer and kill the beast, and take it's treasures? ((I hope you guys enjoyed this, and I apologize for the grammar errors, for that I typed fast, as the idea was bouncing around in my head. I hope you enjoy the idea!))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLEi39UOy_4 Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales it's almost time for Dragon Tales Come along and take my hand Let's all go to Dragon Land!!!

I'll stay neutral on this event, because I really want to keep my street cred. Burning down towns and slaughtering people isn't my thing. :/

Oh yeah Little round top... I call being Federal soldier #2, My line will be. "GUHH" because we all die. :-(