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    -Horens bow to Avenel
    -In contact with aliens
    -Possesses psychic-like abilities
    -Controls Oren with an iron but fair fist
    -Own castles & banks globally
    -Direct descendant of the ancient Avalier blood line
    -Will bankroll the first cities in the Void (Avenelton will be be the first city)
    -Owns 99% of magic research facilities in the Creator's Universe
    -First mathic age babies will in all likelihood be Avenel test tube gubgub babies
    -said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence in Axios has only existed deep in Wizard monasteries & the Sutican tavern
    -Ancient snow elf scriptures tell of an angel who will descend upon Axios and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
    -Owns Mechanical Scarab R&D labs around the world
    -You likely have Mechanical Scarabs inside you right now
    -Avenel is in regular communication with the Aenguls Aeriel and Xan, forwarding the word of the Creator to the descendants. Who do you think set up the meeting between the Pontiff & the Dwarven High Priest? (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Dwarven leader’s first trip to Oren in history literally a few days later to the Avenel bunker in the Sky?
    -Learned to speak fluent Auvergnian in a week
    -Nations entrust their gold reserves with Avenel. There’s no gold in the Imperial Treasury, only in Avenel's sky castle
    -Avenel is about 12 centuries old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society
    -In reality, he is a timeless being existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know his ultimate plan yet. We hope he is a benevolent being.

     

     

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  2. i generally dislike the idea of people being chased off the map by some sort of cataclysm but i can see why it is necessary i suppose.

     

    if thats the way its gonna be i think it would be cool if a big old comet hit somewhere pretty far off and caused all kinds of environmental fuckery and a massive tsunami/giant fire wall thats slowly closing in on Axios and maybe a large migration of wildlife including a lot of monsties that can attack lots of different places on their way to safety from the meteor strike, forcing people to escape to a new land thats for some reason safe 

     

    alternatively and probably an unpopular opinion but imo a cool thing would be if a new land of opportunity was discovered kind of like europe discovered the americas and then different factions in axios sent settlers there to claim the land and ****. we'd just keep axios in this scenario but obvs we wouldnt be able to play on the map or anything so it can be an aeldin type thing where people shelve their chars/ originate there

     

    then people can choose to resettle their current chars to the land of opportunity or make a new character who is sent there as a pioneer and start off fresh

     

    in this scenario the nations of axios could actually be an antagonist to whoever settles the new land in the future. maybe a new imperium is formed in Axios a while after we move maps and they want to CONQUER the new land themselves and bend everyone to their will and then we can have a series of big old conflicts against the axios imperium to retain our independence or whatever

     

    yeah i dont know though w/e just please dont do le generic pure evil magical devil that curses the mortals of the realm "muahahahah i cant get a gf so time to make you leave all your **** behind and chase you out of my mums basement!!!" type **** 

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    The icy wind bit deep into their flesh, made only worse by their damp attire from wading through the glacial river, their hearts pounded and the adrenaline in their blood made it easy enough to ignore. Gore coated their faces and hands, thankfully not their own.

     
     "They're all around us, damn it!" hollered Haddock, lagging behind a bit as he wrestled with one of Mordring's many ghouls, eventually managing to thrust his dagger into its eye. "Keep moving!" shouted Veidan as he drew back his bow and skillfully picked off one of the riders, causing its body to tumble down the sheer rock face near them, its guts spilling out as it impaled itself on a sharp rock.
     
    The men ran through the frigid valley, dead archers and swordsmen attacking them all the while. Haddock was struck in the arm and Veidan hurt his leg after rolling down a hill to escape a few of the riders. But the combined efforts of both men was just enough to beat them away, just barely.
     
    Nothing but mist and the moans of the beasts closing in on them filled the air. They supported each other as they hobbled through the wastes, arms slung over each others shoulders, using their collective strength to push forwards, away from the horde.
     
     A familiar feeling, one they had both experienced many years prior when facing their childhood enemies. 
     
    "You fuckin' bastards don't know who you're messing with!" shouted a young Veidan, about fifteen years ago, throwing himself at kids twice his size. Haddock soon charged in afterwards, often cursing his friends impulsiveness. After they were both beaten back down they hobbled home so that their welts and broken bones could be mended, using each other as support. Things hadn't changed much.
     
    The groaning of their assailants eventually dissipated, their many rotten figures losing them in the vast whiteness of the tundra. They were alone, in this blank canvas of a place, naught but each others blood to keep each other warm. 
     
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    They kept hobbling along like they had done so many times before, one carrying the other when he was too weak to go on, but Haddock felt his grip slacken, and he fell to a knee. He layed there in the wastes, Veidan suddenly fading away as if it were all a dream.
     
    "No! Don't leave me!" he cried, reaching out to where Veidan once was, his hand finding naught but frozen air. "We always have each others backs, remember?!" he yelled, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold back tears.
     
    He looked down at his hands started to crumbled away into ash, staining the crisp white snow beneath him black. He lifted his head in a panick, spotting the body of someone familiar. Meryl. He cried out her name, but no words came out and he staggered through the snow, holding her pale form in his grasp. He held her up to him and began to cry, his body continuing to crumble away as he held the love of his life who had been ripped from his grasp so young before.
     
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    "Finally..." he whispered, pressing her chest to his, "I'm with you again."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
  4. Minecraft Name: (If you have multiple, put which you want the pex to be added to.)

    oncenoeda

    Discord: (Can be put to private, however if you get an interview be sure to contact me.)

    private

    Time-zone:

    GMT+9

    Do you, or have you held, any other staff positions: (Other servers included.)

    No

    Where do you grab inspiration from: (Games, books, etc.)
     
    A lot of things including the witcher series, lord of the rings, medieval history, european folklore, game of thrones and various other fantasy/sci fi movies.

    What are your current list of characters, and are you willing to sacrifice any:
     
    My only character right now is Vicelin and I am willing to sacrifice him if needed.

    What race, or group, do your events best cater to: Any, really. I'm not interested in doing only one type of event and would like to provide diverse events for a lot of different people so that I stay inspired and don't get bored with doing one thing over and over again. Mostly though my events would be catered to whoever is in my timezone which I feel would benefit from more events due to the lack of a lot of other players to interact with.

    What do you believe are the key factors for a successful event
     
    Difficulty, an interesting plot which has continuity (series of events with one plotline) and reward but also the possibility of failure and a high amount of suspense. I feel like players should know that if they don't think about what they're doing things could go very wrong, just like in reality. In my opinion, the possibility of failure makes the event all the more rewarding and interesting and continuity makes the potential of future events something to look forward to.

    What strengths would you bring to the team: (Knowledgeable in lore, great organizer, etc.) 
     
    I have a pretty good imagination and am a hard worker. Lots of spare time for now. I've got experience DMing on other games so I think I'd do pretty well doing a similar thing here.
     
    Why do you want to be part of the team:
     
    I like to create RP and events are often a central point in shaping the direction players decide to take their characters. I'd like to help those developments occur.

    Create three distinct event scenarios based on the servers lore that you would organize: (Keep in mind that these pitches are to the managers and the lead, no the community.)
     
     
    The Skinwalker:
     
    Horrible things have been occurring in an abandoned village which nature has reclaimed. Strange voices are heard and whoever stays amidst the ruins past sunset is rarely seen again and when they are, they are a shell of their former selves. What could possibly be causing these disappearances and the terror inflicted on the few survivors and whats with the bizarre fetishes found around the forest?
     
    The Ultimate Game:
     
    Poorly written letters are slid underneath the doors of many homes in different cities, the scribbled, messy writing details instructions on who the recipient must kill lest they be killed themselves. They are given instructions to go to a certain place at midnight where they would receive a mask and a weapon and are explained that they must eliminate all other recipients of the letter. The last man standing is rewarded. But who is doing this and why?
     
    On the Helderenberg:
     
    An event which I co-organized with Ebonsquire.
     


    How long do you plan to be able to work on the team
     
    As long as I can until I have to go to boot camp. But after thats done I can go full neckbeard and work everyday if need be.

    Tell me a joke: (Like jaeden’s building abilities.)
     
    Stephen Hawking walks into a bar.
  5. pure 100% japanese judo chopped wagyu beef and ginger 

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    To fully comprehend the importance of pizza toppings both metaphysically and otherwise we must first  look into the psychology of pizza toppings.

     

    Pineapple is a sweet pizza topping and when enjoyed by a pizza eater it is clear that they are someone who enjoys the sweeter things in life and will pursue these pleasures no matter how depraved or out of place and revolutionary a pineapple on a pizza may be. This is in sharp contrast to the anti-pineapple pizza eater who is repulsed at the idea of such an affront to traditional pizza tastes and would be simply ashamed if anyone in his or her family would enjoy fruit toppings on a pizza.

     

     Pizza traditionalists will often be happy with something as basic as a pepperoni pizza due to its simple savour and popularity with the masses. It is here where we see a clear divide between traditionalists and progressives when it comes to pizza toppings.

     

     Many pizza companies such as pizzahut and crust have experimented with what they can get away with when dealing with pizza toppings. They have come up with wild and wacky new ideas such as tandoori chicken pizzas and sushi toppings, reflecting the increasing cultural and ethnic diversity in the west today.

     

    It seems that pizza progressives have, in fact, taken over the pizza industry and are now filling their menus with extremely bizarre new toppings in an effort to appeal to the vocal minority of the pizza progressives, forcing pizza traditionalists to go to more and more extreme lengths to get their topping of choice.

     

    But the pizza conflict is not as simple as progressives vs traditionalists, no, it goes deeper. There is a new and controversial faction in the pizza conflict. The pizza patricians. Normally made up off the upper classes of society who can afford buying pizzas out of the normal price ranges, pizza patricians will often fill their pizzas with expensive foods such as wagyu beef or five star chef cooked sirloin steaks. The pizza patrician represents a "third way" of pizza politics, an edgy and new way to rebel against both the traditionalists and the progressives.

     

    Thus, we find ourselves in a three way conflict. All in all it is clear that most factions in the pizza conflict are geared towards a revolution against the old system of bland, tired old pizza toppings without personality. Pizza progressives are essentially younger pizza patricians who instead of following the path of good taste have veered radically off to the side and into the fruity world of pineapple toppings. 

     

    All sides have their radicals, with few centrists on either side in this conflict. 

    Pizza progressives have come up with atrocities such as this:

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    While pizza traditionalists have become so upset with the progressives that they refuse to use toppings at all:

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    Meanwhile, pizza patricians are now resorting to making veritable feasts such as this:

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    The pizza conflict is truly a volatile situation and could devolve into violence at any moment. We must remember, however, that pineapple is an objectively bad topping and whoever likes it is seriously fucked in the head and needs to get themselves checked out at a shrink

     

     

  6. CASUALTY REPORT REGARDING FOX SCHOOL MEMBER OAN FRONDSON AND DE FACTO INITIATE

     

    To: Hexicanum Recovery Desk, de'Grey.

     

    N: Vicelin of Redmarch
    P: Viktor of Svengard
    A: Renuald aep Dyffryn
    G: Veidan [Redacted]

     

    Date of recovery: 17th Grand Harvest 1611

    Date of record: 19th Grand Harvest 1611

    Unit: GH 1611 Axios Recovery Cell #1

     

    Target Location: North West Axios, Formerly Bastion region.

    Casualties: 1 and a de facto intiate, other bodies found but unrecognisable. Corpse of target in bad shape, only a limb was retrieved.

    Actions taken: Weapons retrieved, information destroyed, bodies destroyed to prevent re-animation.

    Resistance: Extremely Low. Threats neutralized with no casualties.

     

    Further action required: None required. Recovery successful.
     

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    It was a cold day. Haddock had fallen behind from the group, delayed due to the need to squeeze the lemon. He was a ways off from the rendezvous point when he spotted the tracks. 
     
    His heart sank as he saw the flecks of blood contrasting with the crisp white snow.
     
    "Fark..." he whispered, lowering his form as he flitted from tree to tree, keeping an arrow nocked in his longbow. The young man took a deep breath before crossing a large, icy plain the frost bit deep into his flesh. His snowshoes and poncho allowed him more comfort than his companions who had passed before him it seemed, based on the tracks he spotted in the deep snow. It was then that he begun to see the corpses of dozens of ghouls littering the area before him, as well as several wounded live ones. The young man lifted his weapon and repeatedly loosed his arrows at the slow moving targets, hitting each one accurately in the head. He then continued his advance. 
     
    Clang
     
    Haddock paused, furrowing his brow as he strained his ears to hear through the gusts of wind that often swept through the valley he found himself in.
     
    "Argh!"
     
    Haddock gasped, kicking off his snowshoes and slinging his bow across his back before swiftly scaling the steep, crumbling hill before him. Gravel cascaded down into the snow with every step and grasp. Eventually, the young man reached the top. It was there he saw a horrifying sight. At least four black-clad figures littered the immediate area. It was hard to tell who was still alive, or who was a friend and who was a foe. Haddock lowered his form and crouch-ran behind some bushes. He pried the frosted plants apart and saw his master, Oan, locked in combat with two assailants. He did not appear to be faring well.
     
    The young man panicked and ripped an arrow from the quiver at his hip and drew the string of his longbow back, nocking the broadhead in place and releasing his grip. The arrow whistled through the air and embedded itself in the arm of one of the assailants. Haddock ducked down and nocked another arrow. He rose to his full height again to aim over the bushes, his eyes were set on Oan's assailant when out of his peripheral vision he spotted a swiftly advancing black shrouded figure. A vague pointed shape was held infront of it, the metal end of it glinting in the light. Haddock turned and swiftly set loose the broadhead. 
     
    The projectile pierced the shrouded figure's neck, leaving a hole through which Haddock could see the night sky. It groaned and slowed briefly, before surging forth once more like a terrible wind of horror and death. Haddock stared on with fear in his eye, his inaction allowed the being to close in and thrust its weapon at Haddock, but the nimble young man managed to throw himself aside, sending him careening over the edge of the steep hill he had scaled just before. 
     
    Haddock slid down the steep edge, his legs ankle-deep in gravel and loose rocks as the debris showered down below him. He reached a ledge and turned on his heel, ripping an arrow from his quiver once more, the desperate, inaccurate movement causing several of the projectiles to fall out of the quiver and into the snow below. As he turned his head the shrouded being was already on him. He manage to loose one last arrow, the projectile tearing the fabric of his assailants hood and dissapearing over the ledge above. The metallic head of the Ashen's halberd darted forwards, the metal glinting once more in the moonlight before the tip of the spear ripped through Haddock's chainmail and poncho and smashing through his sternum.
     
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    Before he could mourn the loss of his last arrow the wind was knocked out of him and Haddock was thrown back by the force of the blow, falling backwards and into the thick snow that he had walked through before. A crimson tinge quickly appeared around the gap left in his chest and with it came at first dread, and anger. Haddock tore his trusty knife from his belt and prepared to fight until the last breath, but soon it bought an odd sense of calm and warmth despite his frigid surroundings. His vision became blurry and he looked upon the drifting, dark figure hovering infront of him. It lifted its halberd high in the air and Haddock's grip left the hand with which he clasped his knife so tightly. The sound of rushing wind filled Haddock's ears and he looked up at the sky, seeing a single crow fly past.
     
    His lips parted, now parched for some reason. "God take me." he whispered, his voice weak and shaky. He closed his eye as the Ashen's metal sailed into him like a knife through warm butter. His chest burned with a deep, sickening pain as blood burst from his mouth and nostrils, his breath escaping the crimson tide through thick bubbles. As he choked on his own lifeblood, visions of his home village came to mind and like many men before him, his last words were: 
     
    "I love you Ma."
     
    He went limp and his vision darkened as the pain once again left him, instead being replaced with warmth and calmness.
     
    Haddock Plissken, the son of buttermakers and the apprentice of Oan Frondson of Brevis lay dead in the snow, only a few meters from his mentor, his eye half open and glazed over as it stares at the sky for eternity. May he rest in peace.
  8. Out-Of-Character Information

    Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication!

     

    What’s your Minecraft account name?: oncenoeda

    What timezone are you in?: gmt+10

    How old are you?: 19

    Are you aware the content and interactions 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?: If your character commits suicide, he or she is permanently killed. This is also the case if you use knowledge of the monks to disregard the threat of death - If you're about to die and roleplay along the lines of "Kill me, I'll just be revived", you will have to PK. Note that ultimately, this is a staff decision. Attempting to force or trick another player into breaking this rule will be punished.

    Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): I understand all the rules

    How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: A friend told me

    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

    Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial  of your application!

     

    What is roleplaying?: The act of making your character behave in a way that he would based on who that character is.

    What is metagaming?: Knowing things in character that your character would have no way of knowing.

    What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Making your character behave in a way that is overpowered, unrealistic, impossible etc.

     

    In-Character Information
    Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

     

    Character’s name: (what do you want your character to be called?) Haddock

    Character’s sex: (male or female?) Male

    Character’s race: (you can find all the playable races here.) Human Highlander

    Character’s age: (upon application, your character must be 18 or older, and depending on the race, they can be over five hundred years old!) 20

    Biography  (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add three references to the server lore): (where does your character come from?; where have they traveled to?; what year were they born in? et cetera.)

     

    Haddock was born sometime during the later stages of the Holy Orenian Empire to a butter-maker and his wife in a small village by the mountains. Haddock was the runt of the litter, remaining very quiet, soft spoken and emotionally cold, with few friends of his age and many older boys tormenting him constantly. This changed when he met a girl named Meryl from Johannesburg, who he fell in love with and was intent on marrying one day. Meryl helped him come out of his shell and become more sociable, her brother taught him how to fight and assisted him in gaining the respect and fear of his tormentors, a favor the young Haddock would not soon forget.
     
    When he was older Haddock was tasked with finding cattle who got lost grazing in the higher mountains near Lorraine, he did this almost every summer despite his parents worried protests. One day while doing his usual rounds in the wilderness Haddock heard an ear splitting explosion followed by a rumbling, before he could react, Haddock and his horse were struck by an avalanche, killing the horse and badly injuring its rider.
     
    For weeks, Haddock was unseen by the villagers and sustained himself on molten snow, mushrooms and berries. Upon finally being found by a search party sent by his father, the extremely ill and weak Haddock learnt that Johannesburg had been destroyed in a colossal explosion and that the Empire was no more. Haddock demanded to know if Meryl was safe and sound but was met with frowning faces and slowly shaking heads.
     
    After this Haddock receded back into his shell, adopting the quiet and emotionally cold traits he was known for younger in his youth, but worse. His relationship with his family and the other villagers went sour and he eventually decided to leave and see where the road took him. Haddock traveled the many lands of Axios, discovering new things and dabbling in many different professions from carpenting to piracy along the way. At one point he was part of a short lived mercenary group where for the first time in years he made close friends, but once the group was disbanded he ran away, not being able to deal with the abandonment.
     
    He continues to seek steady employment, now travelling back towards the Human lands.

     

     

     

    Personality Traits: (what are your character's quirks?; habits?; likes and dislikes?

    Haddock's personality is characterized by a long term pattern of social detachment and, from his perspective, betrayal. Having lost what he considered to be the love of his life, he has difficulty expressing positive emotions and when he does it is with very restricted range, especially when communicating with others. 

     

     

    Because of Meryl's death, he lacks the desire for intimacy, and avoids close relationships with others. He generally prefers to spend his down time alone.

     

    In contrast to Haddock's difficulty expressing positive emotions, Haddock reacts strongly to adversity and when pushed enough reacts with extreme, violent anger and paranoia.

     

    He enjoys long walks at night and mountain climbing as well as esoteric books on the spiritual benefits of these two activities.

     

    Ambitions: (what does your character aspire to be?)

    Haddock does not have any aspirations apart from living a virtuous life (by his own standards) ,gaining stable employment and finding true happiness again.

     

    Strengths/Talents: (what is your character really, really good at?)

     

    Due to his upbringing, Haddock is a fairly skilled hunter and butter-maker.

    He is good at hand to hand combat, being taught by Meryl's older brother.

    When sober, he possess significant mental fortitude due to his experiences.

    He has an encyclopedic knowledge of folklore.

    He is ambidextrous.

     

    Weaknesses/Inabilities: (what is a skill that your character needs to work on?)

    Haddock needs to ingest a painkiller at least once an elven day due to extreme migraines he experiences as a result of his avalanche injury which damaged his spine near the base of the skull. The ingredients for a painkiller strong enough are often difficult to find. Failure to take the painkiller results in extreme, debilitating pain which often results in a blackout.

     

    Haddock is an alcoholic, using the bottle as a means to dull his senses and forget about his problems. His addiction is severe and once he has started drinking, he will drink until he passes out or vomits and if he doesn't have enough money to get satisfiabily drunk, he will steal what he can't afford regardless of the consequences.

     

    When Haddock experiences his migraine in its early stages, he has a sort of aimless deathwish, generally seeming unafraid of death and acts very recklessly, endangering himself and others. He is very suggestible in this state, leading others to take advantage of him in these situations.

     

    Appearance: (what does your character look like?; how tall are they?; hair color?; scars?)

    Haddock is 183cm tall. He has fairly long brown hair and green eyes. He has a fairly fit physique.

     

    Skin: (please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin; if you need help, see our screenshot guide here.)

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