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  1. Moore Music, Custom Pianos and organs. To view all information, click the link. Click Link below for photos PREVIOUS WORK Discord gamegage#4169
  2. "Some say Timothée was the best bard alive." The Bardic Spirits Present In order to honor our fallen bard, the Bardic Spirits of the Amphitheatre have decided to hold a celebration, one of song, drink, and dance, three vital ingredients in our remembrance of a true master of the arts! Everyone is invited to pay homage to this great man, whether it be through performance or your role as an audience member! As long as the air is filled laughter and joy, the fields filled with food and drink, and the echoes of song in the air, hope and passion shall remain in our hearts ever-strong! WHAT IS THIS? Our late friend and musician, Timothée, was always fond of improvising tunes on the spot, whether they be about his beloved wine bottle, or his grand travels! And so, the Bardic Spirits have decided to hold an improvisational tournament in his memory. The Flyting Tournament will consist of a simple competition. Much like a Bard-Off, musicians will be challenged to improvise a quality, lyrical, and rhythmic song on the spot! However, there is a catch: we will be asking audience volunteers to shout out a word and, whatever the word may be, our bards will be required to include the topic in their tune in some way, shape, or form. Judging will be based solely on the reaction of the crowd (for to a bard, the only judgment that matters is that of the audience). Whoever garners the best reaction will be deemed winner of that round. And whoever ultimately creates the most impressive music shall be praised as musician of great talent, blessed by the late Timothée himself! May the best bard win! WHERE IS THIS? In the Amphitheatre, on the road to Aegrothond and near Siramenor WHEN IS THIS? (TIME HAS BEEN EDITED, PREVIOUS POST MENTIONED 7EST. EVENT HAS BEEN MOVED UP) 2PM PST /5PM EST on Saturday, 8/8/20
  3. Bralt is dead and the war is over now original song by: Billy Joel parody by: Limo_man It's seven o'clock on a Sunday The smallest crowd shuffles in There's an HRA brother sittin' next to me Makin' love to his carrion and halfling He says, "Am, can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it went But it's flames and it's smoke and I knew it complete As we sat at the gates" La la la, le li la La la, le li la, da dum crush us a scyfling, with your logs They’ll al burn tonight Well, we somehow lived And Hra get another day Now Manfred the barclay is a friend of mine He got skewered like some meat And he’s lost a pc or two and has always died But he somehow survived the siege The priest says, ",God please have mercy for manfred" As he sat there, and he prayed "Well, I'm sure that he will die But please have him rest in peace" Oh, la la la, de di da La la, de di da, da dum Now Bralt is a scyfling king Who never could be killed And he's talkin' with erwin, who's still in the hra And probably will be for life And the shaman are throwin’ drugs As the Brotherhood slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a fate that only bring death But it's better than dyin’ alone, Bralt, you're a psychopath Killing the hostages Well, we're all in the mood to see his ash And you lost your first fight It's a pretty bad ral’ for a Sunday night And the xarkly gives us a smile 'Cause he knows that nat 20’s are all he rolls To kill all of the knights And the nat 1’s, they sound like a pk And the cocktails smell like beer And they shriek at the walls and they burn in my gaze And say, "is there any god?" Oh, la la la, de di da La la, de di da, da dum Bralt is now dead, we’ve unlocked scyflings He sat in a pile of ash Well, we're all in the mood for a drink After the 4 hour fight
  4. babyluxx

    Lacies music.

    “SHEET MUSIC” Lacie Lyons This isn't the ‘actual music’, this is what Lacie is envisioning. This is what she hears inside her brain, the textures of instruments. Synths aren't actually synths, they're written as strings. The drums are written as orchestral drum sections, but this is just what she hears when she's composing the music.100 Percent original songs. Written, recorded, and produced by my roommate and I. I play doublebass, he plays violin, we both play piano. this is inspired by a roleplay experience in lotc. Est-ce une erreur https://www.indiesound.com/index.php?a=track&id=84564 Journey to Helena, First movement. https://www.indiesound.com/index.php?a=track&id=84565
  5. Drinking Medley ---------- “OF THE LOST!” ---------- [!] After the Great Battle of The North – as some would call it – against Bralt’s Scyfling’s army, Brandt Barclay, one of the soldiers who participated on both the cavalry front, and the battle near Othaman keep, suffered both the loss of his left eye, and wounds on his stomach. After being sent to Reza’s clinic from the battlefield, Brandt spent some days there... resting and recovering. Once the wounded soldier was now better, he raised from his bloodied bed, wore his clothes, and headed for the Crow’s Hearth Tavern alone, where he found just what he was looking for... alcohol to fill the newly dug hole of sorrow and woe in his chest. One bottle of Carrion went empty the man, and so did the second, the third, up until a small portion of the Barclays’ hidden sadness was filled. Being heavily drunk at this point, his mood started swinging, his mind not knowing what to feel, how to act or what to think. With his newfound and indifferent mood, out of nowhere, the young man started singing as he’d continue his drinking. More and more would he sing, the words somehow surprisingly understandable if one were to hear them, even though the man was drunk. The melodies of the drunken medley were almost celebratory, if not merry and happy, sticking to the artificially found happy mood of the one-eyed Barclay. However, was one to take note of what was being said, they’d understand the true meaning and feelings behind the songs, the narration of the last battles against the Scyfling heathens.... which he’d then take the time and write down on a piece of paper, so he could pen it down and stick it around Haense’s boards. The Melody: “OF THE LOST” by Brandt Barclay [Verse 1] Oh you can search far and wide You can drink the Empire dry But you’ll never find a drink so dark Oh you’ll never find a drink so dark As the one we chug in Reza’s town As the one we chug in Reza’s town You can keep your fancy ales You can shove them up your arses But the only drink for the brave and true… Comes from Crow’s Hearth Inn!! [Verse 2] Hey! Ho! To the Carrion I go To drink my mind and numb my woe Scyflings come and Scyflings go But there still be many Wars to flow Strong is the taste of the Carrion Black And the sound of the steel from hill to plain To numb the pain for the bravely lost Turn to the drink with speed utmost. [Verse 3] Sharp the knives, straight the blades Loosen bolts and burn the corks Mighty Hanseti go forth with haste That’s how Bralt we will defeat! [Verse 4] Ludovar, the Brotherhood Leave the sorrow on the bedroom mat For the fight that’s yet to come For there’s work for us to do Dump the rags in the molotovs Take up a lighter and fire it whole And when it’s finished allow it roll Send them down on Scyfling’s backs ... That’s how Bralt we will defeat! [Verse 5] There’s a field, there’s a field, there’s bloody old field Beneath Othaman keep And there we fought a war so bold That Godan himself would weep and cry Three nights to feel the woe! Oooooh The Scyfling has a tipsy spear Which he shoves towards my gut And up and down he swings and blows Now quickly hiiigh, now heavy lowww... Now aiming for the middle! But, brothers I have, who watch out my sides For whom I would go to the dead He grunted and he moved and he heightened his shield While the heathen attempted to make me for the dead “Niet this day!” he said Now quicker the steel Went axe-against-shield The bull began to roar The arrows and the bolts went to its head The cavalry all bounded from their mares, And marksmen they became. The scyflings pushed behind the hills As the sun raised up their heads We hardly believed our fiery eyes For they were many to our surprise ... We went back to Reza!
  6. The Flying Orrir [[This is a transformative work of “Enchanter” from “Dragon Age: Inquisition”]] As Siol sits in his room, the elf takes up his handcrafted lute. His eyes close and a soft melody starts playing. The soft melody progresses during the next hours as the bard comes up with the instrumentals for his new song. Picking up a scrape paper, Siol makes to write on it, putting down the words of his next ballad. As his mind is converted into words, the elf makes to get up once more, leaning on his cane as he remains still unrecovered from his injuries during his last adventure... which he narrates into his new song. Moving the lyrics into a proper book, the elf writes: “The tale you are about to read or perform speaks of the adventures of the Order of the Orrir’Ullral, beast slayers. This particular adventure takes place up in the sky, on what appeared to be a floating island, resting atop air as if it was ground. Siol ‘the Orrir’, Vyasaldris ‘the Lioness’, Uhtred ‘the Bear’, Zodd Callibal, Otto Wittenbach, and Zozanulia are the key figures to be mentioned, all monster slayers of different ranks. However, there were indeed more units of the Order to have taken part in this expedition, adventure and contract... who are most likely to remember of their first time flying into an sky island to balloons, discovering ancient ruins and defeating two beasts... and Hyfowl and a Shredwing” The Orignal Song: Male Cover (This one doesn’t go perfectly with the lyrics): ((Simply start the video and follow with these lyrics)) [Verse 1] Orrir now, It is nigh time to go to hunt, In the floating island up where we shall land, As we all fly. [Verse 2] Orrir now prepare, That weapons you keep clenched. Like Otto cut the ropes flying up with him into the sky. The balloon goes up, departing him away, While the rope will not retreat as it clings ‘round, his stucken legs. [Verse 3] Orrir now - Nigh time, has come to go up high, Form formations come and stand beside The lines of your Shield Wall. [Chorus] Orrir you come to me! Orrir you come to me! Orrir you come to see! Can you, see what, we shall end [Verse 4] As it stands up high, In the sky now we can see.. In the floating land, Retrieve what is unseen to rest of thee [Chorus] Orrir you come to me! Orrir you come to me! Orrir you come to see! Can you, see what, we shall end [Verse 5] As the chick before, In the light it stands below. In the crooked mouth of ruins, It chips the old rocks commonly [Verse 6] Orrir now beware, The hen is uncommon! For it opens beaks and force follow it on... Like it’s magic! [Verse 7] Orrir now it pu-ushes, and throws you aground The Hyfowl crooked howl Shall be stopped, not be summoned forth [Verse 8] What a screech, It screams, when Zodd thrashes with force Pinning down the foul beast Fore’ it comes forth, chipping Siol’s neck. [Verse 9] Zozanulia forth, Approaches and her sword. She thrusts down the body of the chick, ‘Fore t’screams and throws us off! [Chorus] Orrir you, come to me! Orrir you, come to me! Orrir now, can you see! Uhtred... saving... Vya now! [Verse 10] As the Shredwing bat, Forth approaches with quick haste, Towards Ducem Vya, she’s covered By Uhtred, Armored Bear! [Chorus] “Shredwing comes to me! Shredwing comes to me! Shredwing comes to me!” Uhtred... sees it... luckily! [Verse 11] Bat with razor wings, In the dark where she can’t see! On the Bear, Vya relies And he protects her bravely!
  7. Festival of Wandering Constellations Talon’s Grotto Festival Loss is no stranger to the realm of Arcas and its people. All have lost someone or many within their lifetime and the mourning process seems to be little to none. We as members of the Earth are expected to move on quickly after the loss of a loved one or friend. This festival is meant to be a way to both remember and respect those that we have lost in our lives. By retelling those stories of the lost and sending paper lanterns off into the sky to join with the stars as a grand remembrance. During the festival there will be many events held and a bar filled with drinks and treats. Those events would be those previously mentioned along with music, duels, and the many bar games. We welcome all willing to show up as long as not hostility is brought along with you. <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<o>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> OOC: Taking place in Talon’s Grotto on 5/23/20 at 3:00 PM EST You should be able to follow the signs to the settlement but Talon’s Grotto Cords are : 2000/x/2000 All welcome!
  8. In the north-eastern realms of Arcas, but a stone-throw away from Cloud Temple, in the capital of the Princedom of Fenn, Tahu’lareh, a 6’ 2” man stands proud on a stage inside the Silver Snowflake. The room is bustling with people celebrating its grand re-opening. His eyes scan the room and he nods to himself before clearing his throat loudly and drawing the attention of the tavern dwellers. “As you can all I see I have returned from the lands of past kings, and with only a single battle wound at that.” He motions to the bandage on his head. Many people shake their head and return to their drinks but he carries on. “And I hear your thoughts, ‘how, young Rithon? How did you receive that wound upon your head despite your Drakon strength and skill?’ Well I shall tell you! It all started when I departed on the beginning days of The Sun’s Smile, 1756.” He strums his lute once regaining the attention of those that had looked away and smiles. His mind returns to the journey. He remembers the voyage to Athera. the battle with the undead sea creature as well as the dragon that had been eaten by an even larger sea monster. He recalls his disappointment upon learning the ship’s name was “The Barking Cat”. He remembers the Kraken destroying their ship and washing upon the shores of Athera, and seeing the dead land. Then he begins to play. ((Inside this spoiler are the lyrics to “Gudour’s Bash” a LOTC parody of the song played in the video above. That same song is called “Dragon Bash: Bash the Dragon” from Guild Wars 2. Its my attempt at summarizing the paladin event line of the Athera event in song from the beginning days of The Sun’s Smile, 1756 to the last days of the Grand Harvest 1758.)) Rithon smiled at the small group of people who applauded him and rests his lute down gently on the table beside him. From that same table he picks up one of two scrolls and opens it, letting the long parchment unfurl itself. “On this page I have recorded the names and deeds of those who stood out, at least to me, in our journey!” Ariselle – Ihnsil'ahril Lien'orrarirvallei – Xuag Bonus Mention(s): ((These scrolls can be found in game in a book called: “Heroes of the Athera Paladin Adventure”)) ((Could have been a lot better but I just wanted to get it out there. If your character isn't in the scrolls its because you didn’t fill out my Google Form questions ?. Sorry. Thanks again to Mystery and all the ETs involved with the Athera event. A thanks to Korvic for fixing the server and keeping his pex. Lastly, a thank you to Fury_Fire for letting me tag along with his group of paladins.
  9. You can make your own version of this song quite easily to be sang in your own taverns, bars or pubs. Oh you can search far and wide, You can drink the whole town dry, But you'll never find a beer so brown, Oh you'll never find a beer so brown, As the one we drink in our hometown, As the one we drink in our hometown. You can drink your fancy ales, You can _____ ____ __ ___ ______, But the only brew for the brave and true... ..Comes from the _____ ______!! You can of course change any of the lyrics but it is VERY IMPORTANT that the two lines that are blank rhyme. For example: Oh you can search far and wide, You can drink this whole town dry, But you'll never find a brew so bold, Oh you'll never find a brew so bold, As the one we drink in our hometown, As the one we drink in our hometown. You can drink your fancy ales, You can down them ‘till you shake, But the only drinks for the brave and true... ..Come from the Silver Snowflake!!
  10. Remyy


    There once was a dwarf named Bjor, A dwarf named Bjor, A true Dwarf at heart, he was never even fraught Bjor once came across some poor, Giving them his coin, He was told of a beat, ravaging the farmlands, and knew what he had to do Traveling deep into the forests, Bjor prepared for war. In the forests, he found a boar, the size of a hoar. They battles for a hundred days and niiights, But only one could win As Bjor, began to tie up the boar Looking into it’s eyes, Bjor knew, The poor had defied the nature’s core Releasing the boar with shame, Bjor could hear her name And returned to the poor, he rang Spending a year with the villagers, He taught them peace and grain, And from then on the village lived free, Free, from nature’s cane Paragon Bjor was true, Teaching us to live to Nature’s tune
  11. Jack Was Never [[This is a transformative work of “Sera Was Never” from “Dragon Age: Inquisition”]] ((An RP version (written book) of the work can be possibly found in one of Helena’s bookstore, or contact me if you want it.)) (My lyrics don’t perfectly fit with the melody of the song so consider some vowel adjustments when reading it compared to the song) As he seats on the seat of his study, the mali’ame Siol’Avern looks around the room. His head wonders around his life for a moment as he takes up to himself some creative and musical inspiration. His thoughts go to his good friend Jack Reynold. Coming up with a nice and cheerful rythm not long ago, he decides to make a ballad on his friend’s tale; so he picks up a book from under his desks and begins his writing. Before writing the song he states scribes: ”The Ballad you are about to read tells the tale of my dear and good friend, Jack Reynolds; a man I, Siol the Bard, was almost asked to kill but assisted on keeping alive instead” After the author’s note the ballad continues with guiding musical notes atop the lyrics which depict how it is to be played and sounded. The Original Song: Male Cover (Go like this guy’s video ‘cause it’s honestly underappriciated and underrated) : [Verse 1] ♪Jack was rarely an agreeable lad, His story shows marks of misfortune♪ ♪For he was not, the luckiest man When his head was near execution♪ [Verse 2] ♪Jack was never quite the following man - His steps were fast; independent♪ ♪And so did our little Jackey lad Come enlisting into the army♪ [Chorus] ♪But he did not quite fancy-it much So he decided not to show up more♪ ♪And instead went to the tavern, not the drill♪ ♪He’s a rogue and a loner and He’ll find his fate.♪ ♪But he did not like it much So he decided not to show up more♪ ♪And instead went to the tavern, not the drill♪ ♪He’s a rogue and a loner and He’ll find his fate.♪ [Verse 3] ♪Jack’s path led him to Helena Some say he lived in the tavern.♪ ♪But he did meet Siol in that same place Where they spoke and became good friends♪ [Verse 4] ♪Siol was also part of the Heanse army His lute plays songs for the women♪ ♪And Jack would tell him he was a wanted man And it was because of ‘desertion’♪ [Chorus] ♪He would always like to say: “They want my head to take away today. But I will not return there once again, for I was done wrong and It’s not my fate”♪ ♪But Siol the bard would then say: “You have to come back there with me today, Or they will ask me to chop your head, And I kill no friends for any reason”♪ [Verse 5] ♪Jack was never the fretting man, But he did all he could for his own friends♪ ♪So he came back to train in the army, And the sword saw no execution.♪ [Chorus] ♪And from now he’d like to say: “I will come back here every next day And I’ll keep my head for the army now, I’m no rogue, but I’m lone And I’ll find my fate”♪ ♪And from now he’d like to say: “I will come back here every next day And I’ll keep my head for the army now, I’m no rogue, but I’m lone And I’ll find my fate”♪
  12. Remyy

    The Hills

    In the hills of the deep of Haense, Lived a family of three, There was only one thing they could agree, The people in the village beneath were never truly free Lo’ the family was Elven! wise beyond their years They watched as the people began to disappear, Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually one went up the hill. A strong lad, made her weak in the knees, his charm and wit making him quite the tease The lass fell quickly and hard, leaving only a shard. As they grew older their hands were tied, He made her his bride. Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually she went up the hill. “Mother Mother Why? Am I never satisfied? He lays alone in bed, nearly half-dead.” “Daughter of mine, it is his time. Leave your prayers behind,” “The life of a bard is short, but it won’t be bort.” Life goes on, Life goes still, And eventually they descend the hill.
  13. Raven Storm [[This is a transformative work of “The Wolven Storm” from “The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt”]] ((An RP version (written book) of the work can be possibly found in one of Helena’s stalls, or contact me if you want it.)) Siol’Avern picks up his empty book, his fingers appear tired as marks of string pressure can be seen around them. After having played his lute for some minutes, the bard equips his inked quill, and starts writing something to compliment the melody. The Orignal Song: Male Cover (Go like this guy’s video ‘cause it’s honestly underappriciated): [Verse 1] ♪Open eyes, unbarred heart, she's the song the bard sings.♪ ♪So long I've glimpsed her, ooh have I looked much?♪ ♪My eyes she's taken, with her thievieng look, whence we stood up on the tree.♪ [Chorus] ♪You flee, my dream come the morning.♪ ♪Your scent, flies about, fills my soul.♪ ♪To dream, of sable locks unwinding calmly, of sweet coal eyes, glisting as you weep.♪ [Verse 2] ♪The maid I will follow into the storm.♪ ♪To find her heart, unfound for long.♪ ♪By doubt ever growing; straying away from love.♪ ♪Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace.♪ [Chorus] ♪You flee, my dream come the morning.♪ ♪Your scent, flies about, fills my soul.♪ ♪To dream, of sable locks unwinding calmly, of sweet coal eyes, glisting as you weep.♪ [Verse 3] ♪I know not if fate would have us live as one.♪ ♪Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound.♪ ♪The wish I whispered when it all began,♪ ♪Did it forge a love you might never have found?♪ [Chorus] ♪You flee, my dream come the morning.♪ ♪Your scent, flies about, fills my soul.♪ ♪To dream, of sable locks unwinding calmly, of sweet coal eyes, glisting as you weep.♪
  14. A mali’fenn poet sits within the Drakon manor. He is in a chair with a table in front of him and a roaring fire beyond that. A quill is in his hand, the feather brushing against his hair as it is brought to his chin in thought. On the table in-front of him are multiple piece of parchment, each with their own scribbling. Some have circles, some have crosses, others clearly have been crumpled up and then unraveled again. Silence over takes the room as he looks at his journal on the ground next to his feet. “This man lived through too much,” he grins and shakes his head. “From a magic addict to a paladin huh?” Rithon Caelthor Drakon picks the book up and flips through the pages. He stares at a page and a **** eating grin appears on his head. He throws the book to the ground and immediately starts writing again. And it would be a while until he stopped. LEFKOS SCROLL ((Done in around 5 hours all at once. So certainly not as good as it could have been, but good enough.))
  15. ((Basically just an LOTC version and give me your rep please and thank you ?)) A snow elf wipes his brow of sweat with the back of his hand as his hand moves the quill across the paper one last time. He holds the paper up by the hearth’s roaring fire and nods. Wise Malin was the Elven-king. Of him the chorus gladly sing; The first whose realm was wild and free Between the Forests and the Sea. His ears were sharp, his hair would sheen. The love for nature always seen; the countless strikes of Malin's sword was the Fallen's just reward. But long ago he fade away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into legend fell his star in Aegis a land dead and far.
  16. Origin: The creation of this instrument follows suit, The Amber Cold of 1740 was upon the land of Arcas. Tinkering in his little cave abode, Goilard Costa Olivera the Second, alongside his manservant, created what he would call “The Accordion”. Months prior to this, Goilard had been researching and brainstorming ideas on how to make a new instrument. Being a Bard and a musician, his love for the piano heavily influenced his creation. The idea was to create a sort of portable piano, but also not making it a piano at all. When Goilard drafted up the plans on a strip of leather, he brought it to the trade master of Sutica, Mr. Uialben. Once the plans were explained, Mr. Uialben gave a gracious donation of 100 minas for the creation of this new instrument. Appearance: This portable instrument has two almost circular wooden disks being held together by what looks like the folding part of a fire bellow. Embedded in one disk is a miniature piano. On the other disk is several small buttons laid in a few rows and a hand strap. The size is around that of an orc’s skull and can fit comfortably on the lap or in the hands of a regular-sized male highlander ((It resembles more of a concertina, which still falls under the category of an accordion. Sound: The small instrument gives off a rich, reedy, and organ-like sound unlike any of its time. Its sound can envoke emotions of happiness and glee, making the player seem more charming. Purpose (OOC): I have been on LOTC for a long time now and I have never heard or seen someone with an accordion and I have not found 1 post of anyone actually inventing it. I also thought this would add more character to my Bard if he made/played a new instrument. If someone claims to have had an accordion before this post I do not discredit them, this is just an official unofficial post.
  17. Introduction Hello and welcome, dear reader, to another installment of scientific breakdowns of questions posed by Christopher Francis Ocean. Today we will be discussing the possibility of Mr. Ocean coming out as Mr. Surtr - the bringer of Ragnarök. If you missed the previous installment where we discussed a line in Biking regarding the effects of moving air and heat dissipation, please feel free to give that a read over here. Context, Lyrics and the Question In the Blonde album closer, Futura Free, our Los Angeles based rapper/singer heads into a realm of philosophy that touches upon theological territory. He asks his mother, Katonya Breaux Riley, the following: I'm just a guy I'm not a god Sometimes I feel like I'm a god but I'm not a god If I was I don't know which heaven would have me, momma? Let me run this ***** I'ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy [Christopher Francis Ocean, Futura Free, 2016] This is indeed a valid question! Which heaven (a symbolic term which we will interpret as referring to a form of religious belief system) would be suitable for inviting Mr. Ocean, a god-but-not-really-a-god, to essentially destroy the whole universe? Analysis None of the most popular religions in the world seem to fit the mission statement that Mr. Ocean posits here: neither Christianity, Islam nor Hinduism seem to have religious scriptures that are a match for being run over by a would-be galaxy destroyer. We will have to find a place for our god-but-not-really-a-god elsewhere. And luckily enough, there is a place for Mr. Ocean in a religion: in the Norse Mythology, as Surtr, the bringer of the foretold apocalyptic event known as Ragnarök. Let us lay out the reasoning for this by learning more about the writings on Surtr: Surtr is foretold as being a major figure during the events of Ragnarök; carrying his bright sword, he will go to battle against the Æsir, he will do battle with the major god Freyr, and afterward the flames that he brings forth will engulf the Earth – Surtr will fling fire over the earth and burn the whole world. [Henry Adams Bellows, The Poetic Edda: The Mythological Poems, 2004] Seems pretty fitting a role for a galaxy destroyer as Mr. Ocean, no? Also, Surtr fits the description perfectly of a being like Mr. Ocean that sometimes feels like a god but is not a god, as Surtr is a Jötunn, more specifically a Fire Giant – who is not recognized as a God but can do battle with Gods. Also, Mr. Ocean could likely be a Fire Giant, as he 100% spits fire. And besides, what can make you feel like a God more than defeating one in combat: If Ragnarok comes to pass, Surtr will rise up with the legions of Hela's dead mortals and attack the forces of Asgard. It is prophesied that should this happen, Surtr will slay the god Frey. [Raven Kaldera, Northern Paganism, 2012] We’ll let you guys prophesy. [Christopher Francis Ocean, Nikes, 2016] in conclusion Narthok is based and a true son of Odin yours in raiding,
  18. [!] Throughout your travels, on dirt or gravel, you soon would hear of one whom baffles. A bard most strange with little fame: One “Timothée de Fontaine”. Furthermore, any poet, troubadour or one with talent in store would see his Troupe was arts galore! In song, or via poster, you learn their lore: I never had the stronger hands. I took the lute and left the schyte. And while I wandered all the lands. I met a man who changed my life. Took me a while. To see his work was quintessential! At me he’d smile! For in my eyes he saw potential! He and his marvelous group! Truly a legend throughout Atlas. He’d always sing of his Troupe! His name: Timeo de las Baltas. “Timeo de las Baltas” by Timothée de Fontaine. Oil on Canvas c. 1698 And when he talked of its fame Right then all song in me woke! And when I asked for its name In bliss, the troubadour spoke: “Hibou Plongeant! ‘E-boo Plon-Jan!’ The diving owl! How does it sound?” And to this man my soul was bound. A better Troupe I’ve never found. And how we soared so! There was no description! The Troupe fed me and my wine addiction! “Self Portrait” by Timothée de Fontaine. Oil (And Wine) on Canvas. c. 1714. ...But like cloth we unwove. Now the Troupe makes no sound For when the ‘diving owl’ dove The bird’s beak hit the ground! And we disbanded! Shot dead, Timeo’s life ended. The Troupe was stranded. I couldn’t save the weight that I was handed... Until today! Now I can have a say! I’ve piled so many merry mina in my many ways! I’ve met so many people in my many days! ♫ Now be it as it may! I’ll sing it all and pluck away! ♫ Yes it’s true! I’ll do whatever work that I can do. I’ll fly just like our great owl flew. It’s round two! I’ll bring back the Hibou! The Hibou Plongeant’s Insignia. Are you a bard? Do you need a place to go? Are your times hard? Do you have talent to show? Is mina running dry? Do you daily feel upset? Are you looking for a why? Look no longer – Do not fret! We make do with all we get! We talk and write until sunset! We all debate and play and paint and speak aloud our thoughts until we sweat! For those of you whom sing or dance, Those whom craft, romance. Those whom when they walk must prance! You poets out there whom believe in free verse, aswell, we don’t discriminate. Come right in! Show a grin! Tell us all the things you’ve seen! Show the soul you keep within! Play your lute or violin! Widely smile, raise your chin! We take all races! All talents, all places! Whatever artform. You’ll have our graces! In times so cruel! Keep your mouth and pockets full! Walk with song and leave the dull! ♫ Let the arts become your fuel! ♫ And to apply? Make quite sure you catch our eye! Write down what you are and why. And send a letter, we’ll reply! And whether you’re just bored A peasant or a lord Who’s piled mina into a hoard And doesn’t know what to afford Here’s a tip: Call us in, we’ll make heads whip! With mordern works and tunes so slick Coming from dubious authorship! We’ll show in any port! A Keep, your Town or Court All events, from any sort! Write to us, we’ll soon retort! Our guild is set upon A town just off Curon Called “Astorga”! Est très bon! Pretty people – Sights that stun! Ripe with trade, filled with fun! Shining light just like a sun. To get to it, you simply run towards Curon, you walk a ton just take a right- and then you’re done! A map to Astorga! ((X:1604 Y:-1549)) And if that’s too far Or roads are all bare! We’ll come where you are! The Hibou goes there! For more detail, to book a show, or to know just where to go, just look below! Or talk to me: Timothée. ♫ You’ll love our Troupe, I guarantee! ♫ [!] Below you see: How to reach the bard Timothée! The read is over. Gee, what glee! (( Discord: Thi_T#5309 / Minecraft IGN: tgrt ))
  19. AND TO THE MIRE, HE RETURNS ___________________________________ [!] A depiction of Kaer Glythen, the Aeldinic seat of House Grimm The war between the feuding Imperial Houses of Horen and Marna has claimed many lives as of recent, and families all throughout the two imperiums now grieved for lost sons and daughters - taken all too soon in the conflict. One such family is the noble House of Grimm, its members having learned of its patriarch’s death in the most horrible of ways; The Baron’s corpse was shipped to the stone-maken walls of Reza, confined to a wooden box devoid of any means to initially identify him. Eventually, however, upon reaching hold of Lady Grimm, authorities were able to properly identify the bloodied husk as her spouse - a man who had so chivalrously lived past his prime. As the family grieved together and sorted through the late patriarch’s belongings, a piece of parchment was found. On the paper lay dozens of crossed out lines of text, all discarded before the middle of the page. In there, a handful of lines remained, writing comparable to chicken scratch, though legible nonetheless. I remember my arrival upon Atlas hazily, though some memories do not escape me. The overwhelming fear of leaving my parents, and my eldest siblings, on their lonesome in Venerra. Thankfully, I had my sister Alana by my side throughout the voyage. Tempests raged about us as we ventured further into the murky waters, our vessel soon being consumed by a grey mist -- restricting our vision for a good while. In the days following, we could make out a jagged mountain ahead; Overjoyed, Alana and I leaped into the frigid waters and gradually arrived to Haeseni shores. As we made our way into the confines of Markev, we were greeted by our cousins, Emma Ludovar and her younger sibling, Jacob. My sister took the path of Chamberlain; I, on the other hand, pursued the path my father had always desired for me - knighthood. And so life went on for me: I had four beauteous children and a supportive consort. Alas, I write this for I have spent fifty-some years alive - Death encroaches, and rapidly at that. Should you find this and I’m deceased, my sole request is to be returned to my grand-nephew, William I of Venerra, where I am to be laid in our family crypts with my father Elias, my mother Selina, and my siblings. To the mire, I return. Credit to Axelu for writing the entire thing, I’m just here for the rep.
  20. * A note is put on local notice boards* I am a traveling troubadour named Egil. I offer entertainment to does willing to pay. List of Entertainments: * Musical acts with a lute *Juggeling of any item *Stories from lands near and far *Pleasant conversation requests can be made but will cost extra Price ranges form 100 to 500 minas, depending on the length of the session and requests made. Price is negotiable. Egil, The Silver-Tongued *There is plenty of room for requests on the note*
  21. The Bards’ Guild “Quill supra laminae” “Trees are amongst us: some of nations, some of families, and some of.. nature. In common, they all blossom and fruit and shed and rest. They house creatures, of some sort, and sanguine nectar in the core of their well intent. For the nation, their coffers be the nectar. For the family, it be their blood. For the nature, its nectar is pure. The branches reach out, in our dear trees. The nation has its guilds and groups, with the family its ancestry, and the tree? Mere sticks. The fruit.. is where our trees diverge. One willow may weep its bitter ichor, and another sycamore its sour cherries. Yet, as of late, nations have bore little fruit of culture. The families refuse to let what fruit their branches hold fall. And nature? Well, it’s not apples this be writ for. Nay, friends. It be our culture. We are all of the same thicket.. and, as nature, in want of growth. Yet, there has been little fertile ground for our nimble tendrils to reach out and embrace Enlightenment! That very light which not only will see joy through, but our existence in itself. For too long has the darkness blighted the people: short wonder it has only been the glint of a crown’s ruby, or a blade’s gleam that had caught their attention.” It is our livelihood, and pleasure, as Bards of Enlightenment, to reach our branches further - enough to bask in the glory of open day, beyond what has been a dark age. It be Sol, and its nightly friends, which direct our path - by the faith of Urguan we reside within. The parallel shared is so close, it is more simpler to see us Bards as one to the Dwarves. Do not mistake this for blind loyalty, however. Us Bards only have our Curator as our superior: not even the King of the Urguan may dictate what is writ of them, or anyone, or anything - for that matter. It is the constitution we embody, and which allows us our rights - of arts, be they dramatic or fine, and literature. Music completes a ‘trinity’ of activity the Bards are expected to partake and progress upon. It is oft one strand of this trinity which a typical Bard would specialise upon (Arts, literature, or music). It is our Curator who assigns our overall vision, which Titania Hawksong currently holds the septum for. The route for Enlightenment is open for all, who reside in our realm. The Intelligentsia of Vailor, us Bards are not just the orators of tales and opera, but of the people themselves. To whom it may concern, the guild means to accept those well-versed in the ways of the nation they serve under, and those who abide by its laws. Thus, may their knowledge be prodded, in addition to receiving a collation of their general profile. The Intelligentsia are distinguished as a group of their own, for reason - of merit and respect - and this calls for individuals capable of being the greatest thinkers and visionaries Vailor has seen. ============================================== Deliver, by bird or otherwise, the following credentials and responses: those accepted will receive response from either the Co-Curator or the Curator themselves. If ye may not even wish to do this, how may ye muster the burdens of entire novels or play productions.. or even a single great work of sculpting? ============================================== Application If you'd rather do this in-game, please PM Ayevia. I) Name (in brackets, include ign): II) Race: III) Place of Origin: IV) Intention of desired strand, of the trinity (Arts, Literature, Music) for specialism: V) Reasoning in becoming of the Bards: VI) Potential projects you may aspire to do: ============================================== To those who have shown the will to become Bards, it is not only the velvet pouch of Mina they are to expect - but to be among the first to witness and pursue what wars have been fought for, and empires risen and fallen. The peace of a book. The joy of a tale. The advancement of a nation. You are now of the masons of culture, pride and Enlightenment.. and chisel away at governments, people and mortar all the same. From all three of them emerge great works, and it is your name bound in the scrolls of history (which even you writ!) which is the greatest reward for what service you will have. ============================================== THE MAP TO THE BARDS' GUILD Do not forget: Quill supra laminae.
  22. The Gentlemen's Club Got too many minas and don't know how to spend them, or not enough minas and looking for a good place to waste them away on tea, exotic dancers, music, fine wines and scotch, Then the Gentlemen's Club is for you! The establishment is located in the Felsen town square, quite a fancy abode that will attract your eye in an instant, we provide many different services for both members and non members, however, with membership of this fine Club come many perks that I am legally obliged to not mention to the public, however, some of the perks that I can list from said membership are; Half price on drinks! Ever wished to, well, not spend that many minas on a rather costly drink, with our refined and rather classy membership you'll have deals on all drinks sold so your thirst can be sated with fine wines at even finer prices! Or mayhaps you've come from a lengthy trip away to a foreign land with rather brutish and unwashed maidens, well, fret not, with membership all of our dancers will offer their services to you at half the price, no more blue balls due to a lack of minas! The others are under a certain secrecy for various reasons, however, we guarantee here at the Gentlemen's club that they do not underwhelm! What we Offer Aside from what was stated before, we are an estabishment where those from all sides of the land can settle down and live like nobles while they're pockets aren't yet empty, however though, the actual noblemen and women may have a tad better time than those unfortunate paupers that roll on in. At the Gentlemen's club we hire entertainers of all sorts, poets for those wanting an enlightened mind, bards for the jolly chaps and chaplets wanting for the tapping of their feet and swinging of their hips, as well as dancers from all sides of the land, as exotic as one could ask for, or as common, every ser and maiden to their own, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder! Cigars given out complimentary to frequenters of the rather fine establishment. Jobs At the Gentlemen's club we look for individuals of many talents, mostly simple such as being waiters, or guards, but nonetheless we embrace diversity! We have several jobs available to the public while certain ones are only available to certain others through different means. All occupations we offer require certain critereas to acsertain, as will be stated upon said jobs. Serving As a servant, or glamourised waiter you shall be required to dress in a stylish manner, smart shoes, shirt and at the very least a waistcoat or corset, we may let people of all sorts in from pauper to noble but we shall not allow workers to dress as lowly riff raff! We offer several positions from managerial to simple servant, as stated. Courtesan/Bachelour The common waiters and waitresses of the establishment, being called upon by patrons and sating any needs they require, serving beverages, dancing, passing messages along to other patrons and some such, chaps and chaplets of this job are required to mostly listen and talk when asked to talk. Bottom *****/ The Mother This job is a managerial role, undertaking this job requires you to mind over the waiters and waitresses of the club, making sure they dress in a proper manner, don't cause trouble among the patrons, do not squabble with one another, however, are also tasked with making sure the servants are treated well by the patrons and that they're needs are fulfilled, usually taken on by the owner of the club or one of the more trusted guards, however, can be taken on by anyone. Entertainers This fine establishments employs those of many different talents and arts, entertainers of all sorts, the jobs listed bellow aren't the only types of entertainers we employ, however are the bulk of our entertainers. Dancer A man or women talented in the art of dance, seated on small stages to show of their illustrious talents. Bard A chap or chaplet with a skill with any such instruments, lute, flute, violent and any such others that give off a rather harmoneous melancolly. Poet Men and women with an art for ryhming certain lyrics together in order to make a rather lovely tune. Jester Jesters simply tell jokes and act in a rather silly manner, causing laughter and orderly ruckus all about. Guards Bouncer Usually lowly grunts and meatheads that know their way around a simple enough weapon, only necessity needed is to be willing to throw common riff raff out and stop fights. The Daddy The man, or even woman that looks over the bouncers, making sure they do their duties, and otherwise acting as a normal bouncer. Pay Servers- Half of what you make from patrons. Entertainers- Set amount of minas per performance for the Jester, bard, poet, however, for dancers when working in an unnorganised manner may keep half of what they make from patrons. Guards- Paid when seen fit, if seen doing their job properly and depending on how long they work for. Membership Membership in this fine establishment is, at this time, 100 minas as a standard one off payment, however, depending on the amount of people already members and others wishing to be members, this price may differ and vary in price and amount of time needed to pay. Though, membership can also be achieved through services done for the Club, such as being a continuous investor of minas, goods, workers and so on. The perks that come with membership that can be mentioned publicly are half price on drinks and dances, other perks provided for being a member of this fine establishment are a tad secretive, however, very much worth the minas and trouble. Dress Code Being a fine establishment such as we are, we do not allow casual wear, any and all will be denied entry at the door if they attempt to enter wearing anything other than smart clothes, a good example being smart shoes, smart breeches, smart shirt, or in the case of gentle-ladies, a smart shoes and a rather lovely dress. Application OOC MC name: Skype: Timezone: RP Name: Age: Race: Gender: Job applying for: Any interesting skills?: Any reason you wish to work at this fine establishment?: (( not a brothel. ))
  23. Note: If anyone is interested in roleplaying a Bard and learning this Magic (if implemented) and wants to help out develop the lore, spells, and the overall idea, than contact me. Diatone Magic A.K.A Bard Magic or Music Magic On the subject of what Diatone Magic falls under such as arcane, deity, or dark magic, is a rather complex question. It would be more suitable for this Magic to have its own group, also because if a character is to learn this magic and master it, they cannot learn any other form of Magic. But I will put this up for the Magic Team to decide (if this gets implemented as lore) because they are the experts. If it must fit in a already CANON category, that it would most likely fall under Arcane Magic Ch. I : What is the basis of Music RP and Magic Ch. II : How is Magic Brought into Music: Aura, Mana, the Void, and the Soul and MUSIC SCALES! Ch. III : Process Towards Learning and Mastering Ch. IV : Beginner Level: Spells Ch. V : Proficient Bard Level: Strength in Their Playing Ch. VI : Master Bard Level: Improvisation Ch. VII : Virtuoso Level: For EVENT TEAM SITUATIONS ONLY Ch. VIII : The Diatonic Grimoire of Spells Ch. IX : The Three Instruments Ch. X : Pro's and Con's (Strengths and Weakness in entirety) Ch. XI : History Ch. XII : How It Will Be Implemented I. What is the basis of Music RP and Magic II. How is Magic Brought into Music: Aura, Mana, the Void, and the Soul and MUSIC SCALES! III. Process Towards Learning and Mastering IV. Beginner Level: Spells V. Proficient Bard Level: Strength in Their Playing VI. Master Bard Level: Improvisation VII. Virtuoso Level: For EVENT TEAM SITUATIONS ONLY VIII. The Diatonic Grimoire of Spells IX. The Three Instruments X. Pro’s and Con’s: Strengths and Weaknesses XI. History XII. How Will It Be Implemented
  24. `The Jayamen School of Entertainment Welcome one and all! The Jayamen School of Entertainment is an institution where everyone who is willing to learn can and will learn. We focus on aspects of knowledge that are not taught elsewhere. Best of all, classes are free. We welcome you to attend classes that are scheduled. We maintain an ‘open-door policy’, accepting all individuals that are mindful of our basic rules. Directions To get to the school, just take the carriage from The Cloud Temple Docks to The Caliphate. Then take the Blue and White Carriage across from the Caliphate Carriage you arrive in to get to the town of Sutica! Follow the sign once in town. ((Our building is the large one with orange clay!)) Entertainment These classes focus primarily on performing and artistic related jobs. The classes are: Basic Music: ((Both noteblock -Grand piano (9 note blocks)- and purely RP)) - Teacher: Geedin Jayamen((Sofetios)) Advanced Music: ((Both noteblock -Grand Master piano (18 note blocks)- and purely RP)) - Teacher: Geedin Jayamen((Sofetios)) Band Performing: ((Performing with multiple people in a band)) - Teacher: Geedin Jayamen((Sofetios)) Newspaper: ((Studying journalism and creating a local/regional newspaper)) - Teacher: Roth Jayamen((Sofetios)) Play Production: ((Performing plays)) - Teacher: Roth Jayamen((Sofetios)) Comedy: (( Stand up comedy)) - Teacher: Roth Jayamen((Sofetios)) More to Come!! There are more classes to come, and we also allow new ideas to be brought to the school! You can teach any class that you wish at this school; the only condition is that it is free and the subject matter is not frowned upon. See any of the Jayamens about teaching! *We do not pay our teachers. We are also looking for people who want to perform here! From comedy to music, stories to shows, all forms of performance are ecouraged here at the Jayamen School of Entertainment! We also need creative and comedic people for shows we are creating. Send a bird to a Jayamen for details! Building Facilities Stage Classroom: A classroom that has a performance stage and seating. Podium Classroom: A classroom that has seating, desks, and a podium for speaking. Utilities Room: This room has various equipment for school use. Also has a Printing Press. Rules of the School 1. Be kind to all, especially when on school grounds. 2. No weapons drawn on school grounds unless practicing with a teacher’s supervision. 3. No hurting others. 4. No illegal substances. 5. No practicing villainous or harmful acts or practices. 6. More rules to come. Scheduled Class Times: Coming Soon Scheduled Performance Times: Coming Soon Upcoming Event Performers needed: Comedians Thank you, we hope to see you soon! ~The Jayamens ((Sofetios)) The following application is for students who wish to take continuous classes through our institution. Student Application: ((OOC)) IGN: Skype (if you have one): ((IC)) Name: Race: Age (Must be age 13 or higher. if younger, must have permission from an adult.): Classes wanting to attend: Do you promise to follow all the rules: Why do you wish to attend: Teacher Application: ((OOC)) IGN: Skype (if you have one): ((IC)) Name: Race: Age: Will this be a one time class, or a reccurring class: Class(es) wanting to Teach: Do you promise to follow all the rules:
  25. The University Several posters advertising the University are found around nation capitals. The University is a place of learning, knowledge, discipline, and enlightenment. Here you can pursue your dream career and get a formal education on just about every subject you can imagine! Our job is to connect hardworking students with prestigious teachers and to enlighten the population across Athera. Everyone is welcome to learn, and those qualified enough are invited to teach. -=- The University is founded upon these basic principles: 1) Everyone is at the University to learn. Even I, the Headmaster. The University does not only dabble in a student's education, but it also strives to make everyone more intelligent and knowledgeable, including staff. Here, the teachers can continue or start their own research with the aid of the students. The University is a place of discovery. 2) Anyone can receive an education. Respect plays a huge role in the University. We do not turn away students based on race, religion, age, or gender. If you pass the admissions and can pay your set tuition, you are allowed to attend. 3) Knowledge is neutral. We do not align ourselves with a certain nation or group. All members from all nations can come and learn, but none will have our support in a conflict, and none shall be harmed by us. We are a non-biased non-profit organization. -=- What we teach: It all depends on the number of teachers and the collective knowledge we have. We do not have a set in stone curriculum on any subject and allow the teachers of one course to decide on a curriculum together. If we only have one teacher that teaches Alchemy, then we will only teach alchemy. If we have a hundred teachers that teach a everything from Astronomy to Electric Evocation, than we will teach all of those things. We would think it a great disservice to teach something we do not fully understand ourselves. Finances: Attending the University sadly does cost money, however we try to trim it down wherever we can. The University is completely non-profit and the only thing that covers our expenses (paying teachers, purchasing materials, etc) is covered by donations and tuition. The fee for tuition is determined by your admissions exam. Score well, it can be as low as ten mina per elven month. Do poorly, and it can be as high as a thousand mina per elven month. Hardworking pays off at the University, but we also give out scholarships to the most bright students who cannot afford an education. Each year, we set aside money as scholarship funds and award it to the less-wealthy, brighter students. Also, I and the higher-up staff do not get paid at all, aside from lodging and food. Recruiting: If you are interested at teaching at the University, please fill out an application below. Also note that we pay teachers based on our tuition rates for students, so in the beginning, income may be a little slow. You can apply to teach whatever you want, Admissions: If you would like to be a student and attend the University, please fill out an application below. If you state a profession you want to pursue, but there are no teachers available to teach it, you can take your exam anyways to determine your tuition. Tuition is paid after you start learning and there are no other fees. The University also provides shelter and housing for those who need/desire it. - Headmaster Austentine Cothe Applications: Teacher: OOC - Minecraft IGN RP - Character Name: Age: Race/Gender: What you would like to teach: Experience on Subject: Willing to prepare a demonstration (Y/N): Current Occupation (if one): Student: OOC - Minecraft IGN: RP- Character Name: Age: Race/Gender: What would you like to learn?: Economic Background (Poor, Middleclass, or Rich?): List of Available Curriculum: N/A
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