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Asvi Frostbeard, a very mediocre fighter, reads the news with a smile. "More bodies to zrow on ze mountain! Good day! Bu' hmmm... Some'ow ah feel like dzese people 'ave killed me o' somedzing! Noh, ahm steel alive afteh all!" She chuckles, continuing on with her day. 

Asvi furrows her brow as she reads the treaty. "Is Urguan ze mos' diverse nation? Vow. Vell, as lon' as dzey 'elp take zem mountain back, ah loike 'em. Good luck Vasoyevehs!" She takes a sip of wine and folds up the publication. 

Asvi Frostbeard grins as she sees her name, sitting down in front of her wall of freshly-sharpened axes. She pours some fine wine of Veritas out and sips it politely like a true dwarf. 

"Fok Orange. All me 'omies' 'ate Orange."

Asvi joins her Frostbeard kin in preparation, sharpening several axes

MC Name:

         Ariadnae

Character's Name:

         S'Qineli

Character's Age:

         11

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Kha'Tigrasi

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

The Kharajyr are a bipedal feline race created by the Daemon Metztli in a series of cruel experiments with ocelots. The Kha worshipped her as a goddess on their old continent of Khalenwyr, where they prospered as an empire under a white-furred Tlatlanni. However, infighting and impiety caused Metztli to destroy the continent in a volcanic eruption. The few remaining faithful fled to Va'Khajra, an island near Asulon, where they settled. Today their goddess is dead and their population dwindled, and so the kha live in a state of melancholy as living relics of a past glory. All kha take 'Lunar Pilgrimage' to visit their ancient homeland. No kha know of the dark nature of their creation, and almost none know of how their goddess was killed.

Kha can live to be 200 years old, and are kittens until 15, denoted by their prefix S'. When they reach adulthood, they may take a different prefix. There are four subspecies, each with their own traits.

Kha'Tigrasi have orange pelts crossed with black stripes, and can grow up to a maximum of 7 feet and weigh between 150 to 250 pounds. They are the strongest Kha subspecies, and because of this are often the warriors of society. However, their large muscles can inhibit agility, and a Tigrasi cannot hope to match a fully grown Uruk in straight combat. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

S'Qineli is an 11 year old Tigrasi cub of light orange fur and dark brown stripes. She is very fuzzy on the face with large amounts of white fur, inspired by a rather toned down version of the real life 'strawberry tiger.' Her eyes are a light green. She currently stands at 5'4 and will grow taller as she progresses into adulthood. She is muscular for her young age due to her Tigrasi build and wild living.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

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         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N/A

Kiyoshi wanders into Providence, spotting the missive nailed under an Imperial propoganda poster. 

She glances around her and, spotting no close ears, whispers in thick Oyashiman dialect. 

"Where could one find truer bravery, and further, truer commitment, than under the cold grip of tyranny? Ganbatte, courageous warriors."

Asvi Frostbeard chugs a gallon of ale and readies her axe for war... until she reads the whole missive and realizes the war is against the Great Blue. 

She promptly panicks because that **** is scary. 

Asvi Frostbeard ponders why she vaguely recalls this illustrator, before she realizes it was that unnervingly... liberated high elf lady. She hastily puts down the advertisement and ends up shattering her ale flask in all her fluster.

"Damn."

Kostagon ilva laesi sagon mirre leda onos

May our eyes be ever with light

17th of the First Seed, 1726

- THE EMBERWARD FELLOWSHIP -

It is with deferential pride that we gather together as comrades. The Lord Protector of this fair fellowship invites all farers of Arcas and beyond, young and old, to join a family of amicable individuals who seek only the betterment of our society. There is a place for all at the hearth, whether they be orc, orphan, or otherwise.

Emberward is not a mercenary group, however is armed and armored for trying times. It is quite simply a band of brothers and sisters, organized and united under a single banner. Should you need a sword or tongue in defense, or simply warm bread and a fireside talk, the fellowship will be there. Emberward also shoulders upon itself its sacred duty as a guiding light for the mortal realm, helping communities and banishing dark creatures.

All members are afforded arms, armor, and whatever else they may require which is equivalent to their contribution to the group. Professional training is also given should it be desired.

- RANKS -

EMBERDRAWN

These are the new members of the fellowship, who have not proven themselves as loyal and true to the guild’s ideals. They are expected to learn dutifully, so they might grow in character and skill. When they are deemed ready, an Emberdrawn shall take their oaths.

HEARTHGUARD

Hearthguard are members of the guild who have proven themselves loyal and dedicated, having taken their oaths upon the fire. They are rewarded full respect and rights, and are eligible for positions such as that in diplomacy, material works, or otherwise. Hearthguards and those above them are eligible for special rewards and honorary titles, should they display great achievement. Traditional funeral rites and marriage rites will also be bestowed upon them on request.

DAWNWARD

Dawnwards are veteran fellowship members, however are only authorized to lead groups if no one of higher rank is available. They wear the Emberward colors with pride, and model great humility and respect towards the denizens of Arcas.

FLAMEBEARER
Flamebearers are longstanding members who have been endowed with leadership in the guild, whether that be in facilitating activities, defense, or in any civil field they may have elected to be apart of. They are also able to oath members, should the Pendraez or Lord Protector not be present, and are responsible for recruitment and the oversight of new members.

PENDRAEZ

The Pendraez, literally meaning chief dragon, are second only to the Lord Protector. They are authorized to lead all aspects of Emberward life, and are responsible for recruitment and general oversight.

LORD PROTECTOR

The Lord Protector is the de facto leader of the fellowship. It is their responsibility to ensure safety of all guild members, as well as the continued prosperity of the group. The current Lord Protector is Jaeherys Vaedari.

- APPLICATION -

A bird may be sent to Jaeherys Vaedari ((Treemo_)). Otherwise, submit the following form.

OOC

Username:

Discord:

RP

Name:

Race:

Age:

Gender:

Reason for joining us:

Name: Ithor Starbreaker

Username: Treemo_

Character’s age: 81

Biography: Ithor was born during the closing days of Axios, as the dwarves made haste to their new home, bloody history following them. Even then, he was a jovial boy, and would sing great praises to Yemekar as he honed his craft day by day in the forge. Ithor completed his Trial of Creation with pride, a great war hammer of black steel. Engraved in winding fashion was the clan prayer in traditional dwed. He then jumped to take on the Trial of Knowledge, intent on impressing father. Ithor gathered his things and prepared for his long journey across Atlas, one which he would never return from.

Ithor was presumed dead to all, however in reality he had gotten lost in the world and all its splendors and varied folk. Perhaps, he developed a tolerance for other races which one would consider unorthodox for a cave dwarf. During his travels, he had seen and spoke to the halflings, visited the high towers of Haelun’or, and all in between. For sixty years he would explore, sometimes living as a hermit, sometimes as a beggar, sometimes a mercenary. Until that was, he was assailed by humans outside of Renatus, and told to leave at sword point. With tensions mounting in Agnarum, it would finally be time for Ithor to return home, and face what he had long left behind.

Skin:

Ancestry: Son of Mirvam Starbreaker

Discord: Treemo_#7847

((OOC)) MC NAME: Stormcl0ak_

Name: Aedinius Verilei

 

Race: Wood Elf

Seed/Clan (If none, leave N/A): N/A

Profession/Craft (If none, leave N/A): Woodworking

List any family or dependents who will be staying with you (If none, leave N/A): N/A

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A day or so ago I decided to join the Discord, but it appears broken for me. Attached are screenshots of the issue. The only channel showing is a blank #twitter. All of my other servers work, LoTC is only this one that doesn’t. Am I missing something? Thanks in advance.

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MC Name: Treemo_

RP Name: Virius Doomforged 

Race: Dwarf

Discord (For communication(Not necessary, though preferred) Treemo

Current Occupation (or preference to be placed in the future): None (professions are Miner blacksmith stonemason

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): CST

Address (if currently residing in Veris): None

Do you wish to be contacted with job opportunities and open positions?: Yes.

MC Name: Treemo_

RP Name: Virius Doomforged

Are you applying for Mining, Smithing, or Both?: Mining, though an apprenticeship in smithing would also be requested.

What is your level in Mining?: Masterful

What is your level in Smithing?: Adequate

Skype name: umbrevee

Are you able to use Teamspeak?: No, sorry.

What is your timezone?: CST

Will you be able to fill your quota?: Yep. I mine in all of my free time.

MC Name: Treemo_

RP Name: Virius Doomforge

Skype: umbrevee

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): CST

Do you have Teamspeak?: No

What are your reasons for joining the legion?: Serving me country and king or some shite.

Virius Doomforged, extremely out of the loop, would widen his eyes in shock at the news. "Nae, t'is is not roight! Philip was t'e one who blew up Johannesburg! 'E's dead again?" One of his many clanmates would mutter something to him, the young dark dwed's eyes now the resembling flaming red saucers.

"Philip Fredrick? Nae! They must be the same man!" His lips curve down in a frown, but he continues on his way.

Name:  Celia Liewyn

Race: Mali'ame

Age: 133

Occupation: Worker of the woods

Experience: 133 years of hunting, traveling, and protecting the trees

Proficiencies (Archery, etc.): A very good shot, relatively good of light swordfighting

Place of Current Residence: Linandria

OOC:

Username: Treemo_

Nexus Profession+Proficiency: Veteran Lumberjack, Proficient Woodworker, Promising Breeder (I can work on that if given cattle)

Timezone: CST

Do you have Teamspeak?: (Y/N) Yup

Virius Doomforged nearly hammered his hand to his anvil in fright, as an owl crashed into his forge window in Kal'Nikaer. "Ruddeh bird. Dis be'er be gud!" The young dwed read the missive on Archimedes' proclaimed leadership, his scowl morphing into rage. He threw the now-balled paper back towards the owl rather forcefully, scaring the poor thing and earning a few worried looks from the passing snelves. "OI ALREADEH KNEW DAT!" Taking deep breaths, he turns back to his ruined mess of what was once fine chainmail. A small mutter might have escaped his thick beard. "Yey. Gud dey fer Doomforged."

33 minutes ago, Uther said:

*Posters Would Hang Around Every City In The Land* Dear Every one we need your help. The People of Ostermark are going hungry with out a cart. We ask you for your help, I Uther Grimlee, will be collecting the money for the Poor just send it to my bank so I can help them purchase a cart. There is only so much a village can do with out a cart. Anything helps so please donate. We are only 2000 minas short of this goal I presume if everyone donates we will reach our goal. Thank you to all the people who donate. Now go out to the banks and donate to us.

Henry Pyris would read the poster, first noting the man's random captialization, perhaps caused by a life of struggle and a lack of education. After noting this, he would speak. "T'e knoight o t'e peasents needs money! O' dear, oi must give 'im sum'!" He would reread the poster. "Wait, Ostermark is starvin' because o' t'is? Neverehmoind." He'd walk away from the poster without another glance, only later wondering why he was talking to himself.

Henry Pyris scrapes blood of his scabbard, glancing up at the poster as he does so. "'Ey... Ain't t'at t'ey lad who ran screamin' across the river when we attempted t'e bring him in for tryin' t'e murder 'is Imperial Highness? Huh."

He was such an hero, to take it all away. We miss him so, that you should know, and we honor him to this day. He was an hero, to take that shot, to leave us all behind. God do we wish we could take it back, and now he's on our minds. Kyle was an hero, to leave us feeling like this. Our minds are rubber, our joints don't work, our tears fall into abyss. He was an hero, to take that shot. In life it wasn't his task, he shouldn't have had to go that way, before an decade'd past. Now he sits there in my heart, this hero of mine. Always there to make me smile, make me feel just fine. He had courage, that boy did, courage in his heart. To take that shot, to end his pain, to tear us all apart. But in the end, he died in courage. Lacking nevermore, he died an hero, Kyle did, and we'll love him forevermore. We love him like an brother. We will always love you, kid. Rest in peace, Kyle.

MC Name: Treemo_

RP Name: Virius Doomforged

Skype: umbrevee

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): CST

Do you have Teamspeak?: Nae ;-;

What are your reasons for joining the legion?: I want to find people's stolen sweet rolls. I also just generally like fighting but meh.

-Imma reserve dis guys. Don't worry, I won't procrastinate this time.- 

1) What do you believe are the key qualities that one should have for it to succeed in creating a worthwhile overarching antagonist?

It should include everyone, first of all. No ancient beast only paladins can destroy. It should also have well designed, unpredictable plans. I shouldn't be like "Oh, it's probably going to intrude on the coronation and kill the king." I should be like "Huh, I thought it was going to kill the king, but instead it dug this huge tunnel into our armory and stole the strange sword we recently discovered. I wonder why it wanted the sword? And where does this tunnel lead? I should gather more people and explore it."

2) What do you believe are the qualities that one should avoid in an antagonist?

Being a nut job or an evil entity who just kills and kills, thinking they can end the world just by killing everyone. That never works. They need to destabilize the nations to the point where everyone regular person is scared of walking around, and not because the evil Iblees wraith cult makes sacrifices 24/7. No, I want to be scared of the guards, as they're driven to desperation by the lack of supplies and general suspicion of everyone.

3) What do you believe an antagonists job is?

To provide  a chance for the common people to prove themselves good roleplayers, and move up in the world.

4) What do you believe would give a more enjoyable experience, an overarching antagonist entity or a splintered group of antagonist entities, or something else?

Don't make the antagonist clear, for god sake. Maybe it's a cult. Maybe it's one person. Or maybe it's nothing, we're imagining it. If it comes to final reveal, however, I'd prefer a single overarching entity. It feels a lot better to kill a single, powerful being through co-operation than just "Imperial Legion stormed the Titan's first base. They put down the Titan there. Now we need to find six more. Gj, whoever killed the ancient beast. Back to work!"

5) Any other information you would like to give on the topic?