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A legionnaire with a very sexy mohawk nods, temporarily forgetting he's supposed to be arresting this man. "Ye', t'e don' even pay me." He'd look for a Mina to tip the fine speaker with, but would come up with his pockets empty.

Please highlight somewhere that wood elves are peace-loving and generally don't do harm unless it's nesesscary. 

If I get robbed by another band of bow-toting wood elves I swear to god.

Rally Johannesburg or demote

MC Name: Treemo_

RP Name: Virius Doomforged

Reasoning for Applying: I'm looking to get back into Dwarven RP after a long inactivity streak. I like the concept of this clan, and think it's a good start for me.

Do you accept to follow the rules of playing a Doomforged?: Of course.

Bloodline: Desgomir

Parents (Optional, only if you are playing a current member's child): None

A cool breeze sweeps through Johannesburg on the 21st of the First Seed. A very strange occurrence was to meet anyone who happened to have taken a stroll on such a day, however. For the soft winds would have seem to have born possibly dozens of papers.

Some of these may have hit the wall, however others would continue their steady course over the walls and eventually into the many streets of the city. The putrid air of the forgotten corners of the city was also adrift in the winds, preparing the reader of the papers of what was to come.

In delicate handwriting, an epic was crafted onto the parchment.

Our dear Joseppi

How modest and fair.

Our dear Joseppi 

Went to heaven in the air

Yet he struggled so hard

'I can't fit my fat into GOD's yard!'

And thus he grinned, realizing his hunger needed further sate

His girth a cannon ball to earth, at this rate

'I'll eat some pheasants!"

'Or wait, is that a peasant?'

'I'll gnash on his bones!'

'This man's honor, I'll disown!'

'Shall we kill him sir?' The soldier cries

'Nae, for that is Joseppi, in his Hallow's Seed disguise.'

'But sir, he'll maul us and burn our homes!'

'Nae, for it is our beloved, come out of his tome.'

And so streets ran red

Mutilated flesh, decapitated heads

Who can stop him? Who dare try?

If you kill him, on the criminal's pyre you'll die.

For what is a graven, 

but a noble who dies a craven?

And what is a common man?

Nothing but the Emperor's rusty pan.

Fear Joseppi

Fear our 'beloved'

Board your homes

Hide your children

Our dear Joseppi

'The greatest of us all.'

Our dear Joseppi

How the mighty do fall.

The poem would have no signature. Any outraged cries would fall on deaf ears, as, somewhere, an elf sneers.

Henry Pyris would grab some shackles, ready to catch some weeping little girls for the good of Oren.

Name: Daeris Eridan
Age: 67
Race (If not mali'ker then an interview will be required): Mali'ker
Notable Skills: Smithing and mining
How many will be moving in with you? Me alone
Do you accept the laws of Ebonglade and by extension Laureh'lin?

I do.

MC Name: ((Treemo_))
Skype: ((umbrevee))

The tavernkeeper of Veris would choke upon hearing the news, his gagging gradually rising to a laugh. The few people sipping ale in the tavern would look at him with alarm, as he begins to bellow. "'O, first thi' 'kingdom' threatens to burn down o're sandstone city an' now they wan' us to join them?" He chuckles, throwing the notice into the fire simmering below his cauldron. "Good tinder, it is!"

Leon Irwin signs the charter.

((IGN: Treemo_)

Cremlar stares down at the charter, struggling to read it. Eventually he makes out the word "signature" from under his visor, and grabs a quill in his large hands with which to sign. "Crem" it would read in giant, sloppy handwriting.

((IGN: Treemo_))

I can see it already. Me walking into Jburg, and the soldiers immediately surrounding me with their flintlocks. "Halt, infidel!" The captain cries "We saw you in Dreadlands!" Even though I had never been to Dreadlands on this persona before. I look around, to see if there's any possible way of escaping. "Move and I shoot!" The captain says. Welp. Guess we're f***ed.

Housing Application
MC Name: Treemo
IC Name: Sharrow Wilten

Race: Mali'ame 
Occupation: Lumberjack and Blacksmith
Additional Residents(Ic and their mc names): None
Additional Resident's occupation: None
Have you read the laws and obligations?: Yes, I have.

Name: Marth Irwin

Race: Heartlander

Service: (Nun, Monk, Priest, Holy Knight, Vicar Bannerman, Charity Worker, other) Priest

Why do you wish to assist the Church?: I wish to serve GOD, blessed be his name, in anyway I can. Perhaps this is best done by spreading his word and wisdom to others of the realm.

Anything else?: No.

IGN: Treemo_

Skype: Umbrevee

Character Name: Iranae Raell

Minecraft Username: Treemo_

Race: High elf

Timezone: CST

Desired Magic: Mental Magic and air evocation

wiped. 

What kind of event would you like to see?

I really like the ice idea, so just to add onto it.

All the races will have to live together in one giant city in the warmest region to fight off the cold. All hope seems lost, people dying of hypothermia or starvation. But the people could start off desperate searches for a way out. A group may stumble upon a portal guarded by an ancient beast, and the people have to fight it off as one to enter the portal and get to the new realm.

And another thing I want to see- alternate routes. What if no one found the portal? What would they do? Maybe they'd have to build boats. The journey would take longer, but eventually they might find another way to get to the realm- like finding a tiny chain of islands containing a portal that can only be opened if enough people try.

Would you rather see the descendants pushed off our current land, or giving incentive to move themselves?

Pushed off

If you want to be pushed off, how so? If you want incentive, what would that be?

Read

How should we travel to the next map (boat, portal, etc)?

Portal or heck- some new kind of magic

The red olog Eurlek would clamber into the camp, bellowing and beating his chest. "Mi wuhnt join!"

MC NAME: Treemo_

IC NAME: Eurlek

SKYPE: umbrevee

TS: Not allowed to get it, soz.

((Decided not to, ignore this))

Application: 

Name: Marth Irwin

Race: Heartlander

Reason for joining: I seek to defend our homeland from those who would wish to destroy it. Courland has my respect, as does the strong military force within it, and I would be honored to be a part of it.

(OOC)

Skype: umbrevee

Do you use TS?: No

Eurlek wandered through the pillaged remains of Seahelm in search of the rotten scraps of meat men had left behind. "Wie pinkeh kile latzelfs? Iz nut clawn klomp." He'd speak his thoughts loudly. His massive arms eventually filling with rotten meat, he'd leave. Never to return to what was probably going to be a broken town for quite some time, if not forever. "Pinkeh goi ugloi. Mi nub loik eet."

Mark Irwin stood on the summit of a cliff to the west of Norland, watching smoke drift lazily from the town. They'd lost. They'd lost everything. 

Over the course of the war, Mark had lost his home, his honor, his family, and his friends. Many of the other survivors chose to keep going. Why? He didn't know. Maybe they'd be accepted back in to society. But this war left a scar no one could ever erase. At least not Mark.

He no longer had any desire to continue on. There was no point. Even if another rebellion did break out, Mark would never be able to lift a sword against the empire again. And so it was that he stepped to the edge of the cliff. "Forgive me, GOD, blessed be your name, for I have wronged you beyond mortal comprehension."

And he jumped.

His body crumpled as it hit the snowy ground below. Forgotten. Alone. Wasted. Forever.

((Humans are boring me tbh. Thanks for all the good times with Mark, everyone!))

OOC:

Skype name: umbrevee

Username: Treemo_

IC:

Name: Khelriv Asul'ilum

Race: Mali'ame

Mage or Warrior?: Warrior

If Mage, what Magic(s) do you know (If none, specify which you’re willing to learn):

Reasons for applying: I would like to join a decently peaceful society, though one I can still protect should the need arise.

Do you agree to PK if RP is done well?: Yes, though I wish to avoid that if I can. (And I'll probably make my character a ghost)

This guide really mooved me with it's brilliance.

Housing Application

MC Name: Treemo_

IC Name: Khelriv Asul'ilum

Occupation: Woodworker/Lumberjack

Additional Residents(Ic and their mc names): NA

Additional Resident's occupation: NA

Have you read the laws and obligations?: I have

Haven't seen him much, but all that I've seen from him are good things.

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