KorusPrime

A mage of some minor renown weeps alone. Upon finishing his sorrow, he sets out, to see his own family. To tell them he loves them.

A well-knowing and extremely tired mage grumbles, ”Please burn your damn dead. This is how we get ghouls. No one wants ghouls of impures.”

RP Name: Cinh’llytn Len’irrin

MC Username: KorusPrime

Discord: Korus#2269

What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Northgate, for this event at least

Why Do You Wish To Come?: To help the paladins, but also to explore the lost land if possible.

What Skills Can You Bring?: Various magics, medicine, cooking, various other practical skills

Name: Cinh’llytn Len’irrin
((MC Name)): KorusPrime
Age: Somewhere in my second century.
What magic are you trained in, if any?: Celestial Arcanism, Transfiguration, Telekinesis, Voidal Translocation
How do you lay claim to the fact that you are pure Mali'aheral?: Thill ito kae’leh, Haelunor’llir. Both my heritage and my physicality proves my claim.
How long have you resided within Lareh’thilln?: Within this current city, only since around 1708, but I have lived in Haelun’or on and off for close to a century and a half, I’d gander.
Will you follow the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya to the letter in the pursuit of arcane knowledge?: Ti, of course.
What magical knowledge do you wish to acquire, if any: None, at the moment, at least on given arts. However all knowledge about the arcane and esoteric that is unknown to me is welcome.

Just now, Xaevial said:

Discord: Xaevial#3313

Preferred time of interview: Any time after 3 EST

Example RP: Standing by an open flame with skillet in hand, Allanon would begin to move the skillet over such a flame,  the pan moved back and forth  as it’s contents followed suit leaving the skillet on occasion as  it took flight and came back down only to repeat such a process

 

[ROLEPLAY]

Name: Allanon Xa’viel

Race, and are you a citizen of the Silver State?: Mali’ker, No

Preferred position: Chef/Cook

Why should you get this position?: Any position would suffice but the tavern seems to need chefs, i also can cook

[!]A much less fancy letter than other applicants receive, moreso just a note is passed over a table to the ker.

”I already gave you an interview, I just need to get you to cook something for me. -Cinh”

A big, crooked, stamp reads ”Accepted, See Silver Chef”

A blond chef looks over the missive, and shrugs, ”Elsohaer not only denounced Rosilya, he also waged a war against Crumena. Where do people come up with this crap these days?”

A former Sillumir winces at the ‘Units’ not being called Lenan.

Cinh’llytn takes his ballot and quickly scratches down an answer, before scratching down another smaller one, with an addendum.

Lareh’thilln (Silver Mountain) [ ]

Lareh’leyu (Beautiful Mountain) [x]

Lareh’siol (Lonely Mountain) [ ]

Fi’astoré (New Astoré) [X]

“The smaller x is to denote that the name in question is my second choice, but the larger X comes first.”

A tired physician and chef mutters something along the lines of, ”We still haven’t melted this chikr?”

Cinh smiles, and begins to prepare some cake in celebration.

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Silver Tavern Form:

[OOC]

Please answer this portion OOCLY.

Discord: I’d prefer not to have it on the forums, I’m in HERP with you, anyways.

Preferred time of interview: Preferably afternoon or evening EST.

Example RP: Cinh turns to his trusty pastry board, sprinkling flour over it with a quick flourish of his hand. He rolls up his sleeves before reaching back into the sack of flour momentarily to coat his hands, then quickly reaching into his mixing bowl and pulling from it a glob of yet-to-be kneaded dough. Cinh slaps it down onto the cutting board quickly, setting into kneading it firmly with both hands. This carries on briefly before he emerges from his battle with the dough, apron now smeared with flour, a ball of dough sitting in front of him. He places a thin cloth into his mixing bowl before returning the dough there, wrapping it up in the process. The mali finishes by placing his dough in a chilled place for storage.

[ROLEPLAY]

Please answer this portion IRPLY as your character!
 

Name: Cinh’llytn Len’irrin

Race, and are you a citizen of the Silver State?: Mali’aheral, and yes.

Preferred position: A Chef position, of some sort, preferably.

Why should you get this position?: I have been cooking for most of my roughly two and a half hundred years of life, and I was previously the primary proprietor of the tavern of our blessed city in Axios.

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Username: Korus_Prime

Discord: I’d rather not give it out on the forums, I’ll contact you via HERP discord

What you will be selling: Household magic items, as well as custom orders.

I don’t necessarily have a problem with Fi’, but isn’t half of this why the magic got axed back at the end of Vailor beginning of Axios?

“No speech?” Cinh frowns, “Well how am I supposed to vote for him?”

A tired blond elf looks over the missive, sipping softly on his mint tea. He proceeds to spit it out, eyes widening, before promptly uttering, ”What the actual nether? Is this some sort of joke, or have we all been truly and utterly bamboozled?”

Yep this nerd too

TA: 

Yes hello I’m too nice so he gettin’ taught 

TA: 

An elf, tending the fields of his distant home, simply looks out into the horizon, pondering perhaps if one of the stars has grown dimmer.

58 minutes ago, Edel said:

The changes are not like, for example, the complete change of all Elven races, or the change of Aeriel from a biblical Archangel to the current Soul Stream protector.

Ooof. Someone get the burn salve.

Good lore, by the way. People are too uptight, but /do/ remember that he isn't just a snelf thing.

Cinh sighs, "I'm just trying to end fighting, and keep Odessa from getting herself even more hurt. If she continues on like this, more and more people will get upset. I argue because I don't want harm to come to anyone."

Cinh gives a smirk, "You possess no right to speak on the Founder's behalf. You truly are an odd woman, and I worry the way you act will get you in further trouble than it already has. As for my 'violent' tendencies, please do tell me the last time I raised any sort of attack against anyone? You say you're superior, yet you don't act it. Superiority isn't an excuse to be awful to whoever you happen to dislike at the time."

Cinh blinks at hearing Odessa's announcement, "So, she knows she can't actually make that proclamation, right? She's not the Maheral." 

Cinh pours a few drinks for other patrons, glancing over to Cenwall as he makes the rude comment, "I don't think insults help anything, llir. Simply screaming 'You're wrong because I say you're bad' doesn't hold much merit to.... well, anything, and just paints you as exactly what they think you are. With all due respect, they perhaps act a bit extreme, but they are by no means impure, unless they actively seek out violence."  The tavernkeep moves back into his kitchen and works on a meal that someone ordered. 

Cinh sighs, sitting back in a chair in his kitchen as he reads over the letter, commenting to his wife, "They act as if we say fighting is impure. We don't. We say an excess of it is. Nothing is wrong with defending yourself, but it should stop at that. No going out and picking fights." He sighs, leaning forward in his chair once more to continue his breakfast.

I like it.