Neropolitan

Hi. I don't post for shit usually. But I am one of the people affected by this in the end, and I ain't even this mad. I do seem to be somewhat the outlier on this that said, but at the end of the day. We did sign t he contract. We did say yes. I don't agree with half the inflammatory nonsense going on around this, and I don't think there was some conspiracy nonsense to get the victims pk'd. Quite frankly, I think we just got the short end of the stick on a not terribly consistently ruled mechanic. Its whatever. It happens. Such is life. Not everyone is out to get someone else. Those being inflammatory. Don't speak for me in the end. That's all I got. The only thing I can think to add is simply.. get the redline ammended. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Somewhere upon northern roads, did the woman of another flock come across that missive. She had just that eve sojourned with another from whom she sought the opinion and sentiment of those northern men and women. Quietly she scanned the page as she snatched it from where it was pinned. An ash-hewn breath leaving her as she turned baleful gaze upon laden skies. "You are a bold one, Revina.. to put your name so out there. But you do well to hold to your words and convictions. Do remember.. as they so like to say often here." "Iron from Ice." "They remain a people of spirit unbroken. And I both admire and envy their drive." Without another word that Nephilim folded the sheet of paper and tucked it away. And began off once more to continue her solitary patrol. A favour asked of her by one she trusted. And a duty she would hold to in her mind. Imperial occupation be damned.

Yume smiled the sun's smile knowing she would never be as her disowned aunt was. And went back to her studious Oyashi Training and new Ashigaru duties.

Beneath a distant sky, upon the crumbling stonework of a far off ruin. Did a Whelpling sit, her eyes drifted once more to the scroll clutched tightly within the palm of her bandaged hand. She was silent, her mind lost amidst her thoughts as she reminisced upon those words given. A fond nostalgia came over her, before a grin crossed her lips and she slipped from mossy stones to descend into the space below once more. Quill and ink soon set to vellum paper, she began.

The wanderer made her way through the ash lands as she commonly did, blue livery tinged with gold shifting as she came across the ash stained missive. It was then that in her wanderings, she learned what had occurred that night. "So that's what occurred more like than not." A grimace crossed the features of the ordained woman beneath the horned helm.. and she trudged on, folding the paper and tucking it away for later. The massive blade carried upon her back shifted as she resettled its weight.

Slowly the priestess had dragged that gleaming axe behind her. All the way to Nevaehlen. Its glimmering austere metal an affront to all that she had experienced in those depth. Under her own power she moved forwards before coming to a collapse. Half-heard words echoed through a shattered mind. Wrought with anger and pain. She relented, another carried her to the clinic where pain begot focus. An oath made in solemn burning promise. "I'm going to kill.. every last one of those rotten ******* bastards.." Came the words that poured from the priestess' lips past tearstained cheeks. "They will pay.. For what they have wrought." She spoke, her remaining gauntlet clutched tight about the axe now carrying the weight of another atop its already hefty price.

Somewhere within the Vale a certain red-headed bard sat before the Shrine to Ohowaki. Silent, morose and hurting. She had not had the chance to say something she wished she had. And she had not been there to see them off. Only when she heard of the matter from Roylan did she suddenly feel herself break apart. She had not lost a friend before- even for as short a time as she had known the Snow Druid, she looked up to her. "..You would want me to find inner balance again wouldn't you.." The young woman echoed hollowly. The words ringing in her ears for a moment as she spoke them aloud. A hand raised briefly to her eyes to wipe at them with a sigh. "But also ne to deny this.. Its difficult.. hurts.." She had never truly lost someone she looked to as a friend before and she sat there in silence for a time more. Something else ran through her mind then. And a promise echoed in the back of her head. A trip to make when she was able, and a final few words. "I'll.. be enough. And I'll come see you.." She spoke, and then sat for a time longer in hollow silence and prayer.

The Rook sat by where the two had went for a time longer, words shared with another there before the crumbled stone pillars as she looked upon her stave. the oft stoic and upfront woman quiet and subdued as she ran a hand through the feathers that adorned it once more. Finally she came to the newly added hawk feather.. "I'll need to come across a feather for Liri too.. and she still owes me tea now.." She mumbled finally before she left the space.

The younger druid present for the receiving of the letter, adds another to the clasp of feathers bound just below the handhold of her staff. For while she never knew who he was, he had meant something to someone else. So too would she mark his passing.

RP Name:: Leyne MC Username: Neropolitan Discord: Neropolitan#4142 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Druids Why Do You Wish To Come?: Curiousity. What Skills Can You Bring?: Survivalist knowledge, medical.

When word first reached the ears of the dedicant she found herself reeling, hurt and angry. To have left without even so much as a word, it pained her to think this was the case. But as the days passed it became ever more evident this was in fact the case. And so she turned from anger to sorrow, as another had left her alone once more this time without a teacher. She found she could not blame her however, much like she could not blame her own maln for his actions before he left her too. And in a similar manner, the hurt and anger she initially felt, was turned into the driving force that kept her moving forward. Her resolve strengthened, her mind was soon made as ambition began to blossom within her being. “Perhaps should you return, I would hope you might be proud.. For unlike my maln, you still can.” The elfess would calmly speak the words into the wind standing upon the Vista point she had taken to watching the sky from, with the hopes that the wind might carry her words out to sea.

Even as she left the elven city of Caras Eldar, Leyne’s thoughts were still on the conversation she had with Awaiti. As she began to step through the main gate out of the city, she left behind her worries, if only temporarily. She glanced back a final time at the city, before setting forth for the forest ahead. IT wasn’t long before she was into the forest that she was calling back the lessons her maln had taught her, she was already beginning to the telltale signs of life. The cracked branches, prints within the dirt disheveled plants all told her this, yet none of these were yet what she was looking for. It became readily apparent to her that she would have to travel far deeper into the forest to find what she was looking for. The further she ventured into the forest, the more she found it both alien and yet similarly welcoming. It was a much needed breath of fresh air when compared to the city itself. The further she went the more she heard the familiar sounds of wildlife all around, the birds in the trees, the occasional squirrel or chipmunk. As she continued into the forest watching for signs she hesitated briefly, for a moment her vision like she had entered a tunnel and an echo in the back of her mind telling her she could leave then and there. That she could abandon it all never to return, only to go back to living in the forest as her maln had. And a thought arose in her mind at that point, she had given Awaiti her word. Her word that she would support whatever path she chose, and would follow it in turn. It was the brief respite she needed to keep herself pushing forward, the respite that allowed her to steel her nerve. The sun had gone down not soon after and as it was getting rather difficult to track in the dark, she set about making a small fire so that she might rest before continuing on. As she awoke the next day, Leyne made use of the freshly created charcoal from her small fire. With it she set about masking her own scent, so that she might avoid disturbing more of the wildlife as she got deeper into the forest. As she left she made sure to spread the ashes of the fire about so that they wouldn’t start further fires, and it wasn’t soon after she continued on that she found the first signs of what she was looking for. Long before she even got close to them she already knew this was what she had been looking for and the thought of it made her heart skip a beat. As she got closer and closer the elfess decided her best option would be to post up within a tree, careful not to draw attention to her presence with noise. She told herself that it was simply for visibility reasons, as opposed to somewhere she thought she would be safest if she got too close. It was a few moments before she saw the first flickers of grey which made her heart race and her mind enter a panic. The distinct shapes of the predators she had feared for most of her life sent shivers up her spine and made her hair stand on end. Quickly memories were brought to the fore of her mind, how the mother wolf had clamped down on her arm and shook her like she was nothing. And then how it had ripped into her face with the claws it was given, narrowly missing her eyes. And yet she continued to watch from her post, willing herself to calm down and dispelling the visions from her mind. As she steadied herself, she let forth a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding and allowed herself to relax between the branch of the tree and its base. She could already tell however she would get little sleep tonight and the little she did get would be rife with nightmares. Despite this she continued to watch them, from her post for the following weeks. Only moving so that she might forage both food and water. In that downtime her mind strayed to the thought of the Seeds of the Mali’ame, and her talk with Guyden. How he had given her much to think about at the time, and also managed to reassure her. Then her mind further went to the other acquaintances she had made throughout her time in the city, and how they had each their own effect. However miniscule or large an effect it was, and how she might proceed from here. And yet this all faded as she returned to the task at hand, as she climbed once more back into the tree. Over the coming weeks she became keenly aware of the wolves presence presence, how they responded to certain things. And almost seemed to characterise each, giving a name and voice to all that she saw. She grew to recognise distinct features in each, and soon after the first week she slept soundly despite her proximity. They were but another thing for her to be wary of in her travels, a danger but no more than she made them out to be. No longer would she find herself hindered by their presence. No longer would their presence be harmful to her mental state. And it wasn’t long before she came to this realisation, and decided her stay was over. On her journey back to Caras Eldar, she found it somewhat odd that the presence she had come to recognise was no longer there. And she smiled and thought about how she might return at some point to watch them again, for in some ways they had taught her much.

Out-Of-Character Information: What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: AlterRuler What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: AlterNero Have you logged in as a wandering soul on the account you're applying for? (you have to): Yes. Do you agree to follow the server rules on your new account?: Yes. Do you understand you cannot have both of these accounts interacting with one another? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes. Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yes. How long have you been on LotC?: 4, almost 5 months. How many accounts do you currently have white-listed (including main)?: 1

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What’s your Minecraft account name?: AlterNero What timezone are you in?: Eastern Standard Time How old are you?: 18 Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The Rule banning ERP. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): No there are not. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Via my friend Kender. Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes Definitions What is roleplaying?: Putting yourself in the position of an often fictional character, with a different personality to your own. What is metagaming?: Using knowledge you have not gotten in character to act with the knowledge of having such. For instance, knowing the name of someone without ever having talked to them before. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Powergaming is not giving another character the chance to act against you often with such emotes as ‘*Slices off your hand in one swing*’ In-Character Information Character’s name: Stirling Aspen Character’s sex: Female Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 19 Biography : Born to a family of merchants having fled the previous realm of Vailor, Stirling was born in 1584 and quickly found herself learning to put together numbers and come up with costs at an early age. In the new land of Axios, where it seemed various products were always in high request, her family made their living, traveling from Courland to Haense and many places between, trading with whoever they could. Thus her early life was filled with travel and she soon learned to love it. Always seeing new places, and new faces. Though her family was an accomplished trade company, she found her love for music greater than her love for trade. She wished one day to become an accomplished musician, rather than a merchant like her family would have wanted.Though unaware, her wish would soon come true. Though not how she would have liked. During a routine trip to trade in Sutica, her family was assailed by highwayman and killed for their goods, though she survived it was not without injury, and trauma, soon after she ceased to speak, whether through injury or fear it is unknown. Her family now dead, and her job now gone, she seeks to rebuild their trade company, with music on the side as a way of making extra coin. She starts this task within the Free Trade State of Sutica, the original destination from that fateful day. Personality Traits: Stirling suffers from aphonia, making her unable to produce voiced sound, due to this she always carries a small notepad and writing utensil. Ambitions: Stirling aspires to become a renowned and well respected bard as well as rebuild a trade company. Strengths/Talents: Stirling is quite talented at playing instruments. She is quite adept at quickly learning to play them. She is also quite adept at putting numbers together for prices. Weaknesses/Inabilities: On top of being unable to speak, Stirling has an irrational fear of spiders. She finds herself unable to be anywhere near them without being frozen in fear. She is also not particularly strong physically, finding herself easily overpowered should she end up in some form of combat with another. Appearance: Stirling stands at 5’2”, she has blonde hair and blue eyes, she wears a formal outfit. Skin: [img= ]