Why do you want to join the server?: Well, I join most RP servers because I really enjoy… roleplaying. I don’t get anything out of regular servers . A friend of mine joined here a couple months ago (mas0n99) and I hope to see her again. Lastly, I want to continue stretching my experience in different roles. I figure a religious fanatic is very different from a simple-minded giant, and in turn a personal courtesan.
What do you want in a RP server?: There are actually 7 things that I find make I great rp server
1. Admins strict but fair to trolls.
2. People are not building random and unpopulated settlements everywhere.
3. There is an expansive lore.
4. Plenty of races, and enough people to RP them.
5. Thieves/assassins RP correctly and don’t try killing or robbing someone every 5 minutes.
6. There are skills and perks, be it McMMO, Heros, or a less popular leveling mod.
7. Aside from raids and wars, the battles are RP based. (Luther ducks under the Knight’s swing)
IC INFO:
Name: Anira
Age: 16 (Assuming elves age to 20 and stop for several hundred years)
Town: Visahelm
Caste/Ethnicity: Serf / Orai’stanne
Appearance: Long Blond Hair, Blue Dress With a Corset Back, Borzeinger Ensignia on her Clothes
Skin (Optional): [unmade]
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): (please note that names are subject to change depending on players of the server, and yes there is a lot of inspiration from Wuthering Heights, and a little from Jack the Ripper)
Count Borzeinger and his wife had a son they named Iril. When the boy was 3, it became quite clear he was very weak and feeble. There was little chance any surrounding nobility would be interested in marrying their daughter to the Count’s failure of a son. The grey-haired man concocted a scheme to ensure his name would not die yet.
Fog rolled through the streets of Ashburton. Borzeinger went to a friend of equal darkness, but in another aspect. He knocked on a large wooden doorn and a stout man looked through a slit. The man proceeded to unlock the entrance, and Count Borzeinger stomped into the brothel, his loud footsteps grabbing the eyes of the courtesans. One woman, Madam Victress, approached the Count and said:
“George, I hope you’re not here for seconds”. She paused and continued with, “You nearly killed the last girl”. The Count held a stern look at the Mistress, who rolled her eyes as she turned and spoke, “Oh George, you’re no fun anymo-
Count Borzeinger outstretched a long arm and held her firm. He bellowed:
“I hoped one of your sluts might have had an incident”, his hand squeezing her arm tighter until she turned around.
“What would you want with a ******* child?” Madam Victress asked as she tried to pull away from Borzeinger’s cold hand.
“That is not the concern of some dirty *****!”. With that, Madam Victress slaps George hard across the face, and the man stumbles back a few steps.
“This is no time to deal with your crap! Just last night two of my girls were found in the gutters with their eyes gouged and their insides spilled out!”
Count Borzeinger roared back, “Fifty dollars for a baby with potential. I do not want my future daughter-in-law to be as a pig!” George stops and punches himself in the leg for his slipup.
The Mistriss sneers at George, “There is one child, a newborn elf”.
George ponders the offer. “Is she Boeranne?”
“Orai’stanne, and it is a miracle the girl survived. Why I almost thought of keeping her myself”. Madam Victress sighed and looked into the distance. She took a seat on a red, leather chair. The Mistress snapped her fingers and a boy put ice on her arm, while a courtesan began massaging her feet.
The Count, taps his foot impatiently, and continues the conversation. “It is surprising to hear you take interest in the girl, or is that just to raise the price?”
The woman’s face twitched. She took a deep breath and spoke the name, “Jaggertooth”. George shivered at the word, and he said no more. The woman waved to a nurse, who left the room and brought back an infant crying in her arms. Madam Victriss looked back at George and said,
‘That baby is beautiful and lived through a murderer’s cesarean birth. She is worth far more than fifty dollars”.
Count Borzeinger grumbled at that; now understanding the girl’s true worth. He spit his final offer. “400 dollars: I take the baby and this never happened; no questions asked”. George tosses her an envelope stuffed with money, which she tediously counts.
Madam Victriss snaps her fingers once more. The nurse apprehensively walks over to the Count. She asks the tall man, “Will this child be in good hands?”
Count Borzeinger glares at the woman through a thick set of glasses. He snatches the baby, and charges through the exit. The old wooden door slams behind him.
RP Example:
Anira: [Yawns] Is it morning so soon?
Betsy: Ya’ better ge’ up Any! I spake wit th’ Coun, an ‘e say ya’ need learn quicka! The tuta’s coom’n more of’en!
Anira: What! [Stretches] But the old hag; She’s a witch!
Betsy: I agree wi’ ya’, bu’ ya’ canno’ say ya ain a la’y now! [Satirically shakes her hips]
Anira: Ugh! Help me get on this damned corset.
Betsy: Why wou’ I wan touch a dir’y elf like you? [Winks and begins tying the strings]
Anira: [Makes a worried expression] Heh, that’s what I worry Iril will think. [Looks at Betsy through the mirror] Do you think… do you think I am good enough for him? I have never gone farther than the courtyard, and he is a “knight in shining armor”, and I am just an elf, and-
Betsy: [Laughs] Trus’ meh, ya’l be ol’right.
Q&A: Lore
1. Name each of the Elven ethnic groups in their native tongue.
Dezmorii’
Orai’stanne
Boeraenne
Cezdemorii’
Varvas’kii
Barkuarrefe
Halfling
I’m not typing the whole names =_=
2. What happened to the old ruling caste?
Despite the destruction of the Elven Kingdom, the old ruling caste is still prevalent, and increases the difficulty of improvement of living.
3. What is the taxonomic term for Elves?
Elves do not have a taxonomic term for obvious reasons, and if it was written in the lore, I couldn’t find it. :S
4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
An African or European swallow?
EDIT: Wow. That is really lengthy! Sorry about that :S
I can walk you through it don't worry. That's what skype is for
I'll get to your app tomorrow, add you on skype, and talk you through it.
yeah, id appreciate that . BTW, I saw you guys are merging. I really don't get why you did that, but I hope your server comes online soon. I don't wanna be distracted when Aeonis finishes its technical problems and I'm stuck between the two servers >.<
Why do you want to join the server?: Well, I join most RP servers because I really enjoy… roleplaying. I don’t get anything out of regular servers . A friend of mine joined here a couple months ago (mas0n99) and I hope to see her again. Lastly, I want to continue stretching my experience in different roles. I figure a religious fanatic is very different from a simple-minded giant, and in turn a personal courtesan.
What do you want in a RP server?: There are actually 7 things that I find make I great rp server
1. Admins strict but fair to trolls.
2. People are not building random and unpopulated settlements everywhere.
3. There is an expansive lore.
4. Plenty of races, and enough people to RP them.
5. Thieves/assassins RP correctly and don’t try killing or robbing someone every 5 minutes.
6. There are skills and perks, be it McMMO, Heros, or a less popular leveling mod.
7. Aside from raids and wars, the battles are RP based. (Luther ducks under the Knight’s swing)
IC INFO:
Name: Anira
Age: 16 (Assuming elves age to 20 and stop for several hundred years)
Town: Visahelm
Caste/Ethnicity: Serf / Orai’stanne
Appearance: Long Blond Hair, Blue Dress With a Corset Back, Borzeinger Ensignia on her Clothes
Skin (Optional): [unmade]
Backstory (More than 5 sentences): (please note that names are subject to change depending on players of the server, and yes there is a lot of inspiration from Wuthering Heights, and a little from Jack the Ripper)
Count Borzeinger and his wife had a son they named Iril. When the boy was 3, it became quite clear he was very weak and feeble. There was little chance any surrounding nobility would be interested in marrying their daughter to the Count’s failure of a son. The grey-haired man concocted a scheme to ensure his name would not die yet.
Fog rolled through the streets of Ashburton. Borzeinger went to a friend of equal darkness, but in another aspect. He knocked on a large wooden doorn and a stout man looked through a slit. The man proceeded to unlock the entrance, and Count Borzeinger stomped into the brothel, his loud footsteps grabbing the eyes of the courtesans. One woman, Madam Victress, approached the Count and said:
“George, I hope you’re not here for seconds”. She paused and continued with, “You nearly killed the last girl”. The Count held a stern look at the Mistress, who rolled her eyes as she turned and spoke, “Oh George, you’re no fun anymo-
Count Borzeinger outstretched a long arm and held her firm. He bellowed:
“I hoped one of your sluts might have had an incident”, his hand squeezing her arm tighter until she turned around.
“What would you want with a ******* child?” Madam Victress asked as she tried to pull away from Borzeinger’s cold hand.
“That is not the concern of some dirty *****!”. With that, Madam Victress slaps George hard across the face, and the man stumbles back a few steps.
“This is no time to deal with your crap! Just last night two of my girls were found in the gutters with their eyes gouged and their insides spilled out!”
Count Borzeinger roared back, “Fifty dollars for a baby with potential. I do not want my future daughter-in-law to be as a pig!” George stops and punches himself in the leg for his slipup.
The Mistriss sneers at George, “There is one child, a newborn elf”.
George ponders the offer. “Is she Boeranne?”
“Orai’stanne, and it is a miracle the girl survived. Why I almost thought of keeping her myself”. Madam Victress sighed and looked into the distance. She took a seat on a red, leather chair. The Mistress snapped her fingers and a boy put ice on her arm, while a courtesan began massaging her feet.
The Count, taps his foot impatiently, and continues the conversation. “It is surprising to hear you take interest in the girl, or is that just to raise the price?”
The woman’s face twitched. She took a deep breath and spoke the name, “Jaggertooth”. George shivered at the word, and he said no more. The woman waved to a nurse, who left the room and brought back an infant crying in her arms. Madam Victriss looked back at George and said,
‘That baby is beautiful and lived through a murderer’s cesarean birth. She is worth far more than fifty dollars”.
Count Borzeinger grumbled at that; now understanding the girl’s true worth. He spit his final offer. “400 dollars: I take the baby and this never happened; no questions asked”. George tosses her an envelope stuffed with money, which she tediously counts.
Madam Victriss snaps her fingers once more. The nurse apprehensively walks over to the Count. She asks the tall man, “Will this child be in good hands?”
Count Borzeinger glares at the woman through a thick set of glasses. He snatches the baby, and charges through the exit. The old wooden door slams behind him.
RP Example:
Anira: [Yawns] Is it morning so soon?
Betsy: Ya’ better ge’ up Any! I spake wit th’ Coun, an ‘e say ya’ need learn quicka! The tuta’s coom’n more of’en!
Anira: What! [Stretches] But the old hag; She’s a witch!
Betsy: I agree wi’ ya’, bu’ ya’ canno’ say ya ain a la’y now! [Satirically shakes her hips]
Anira: Ugh! Help me get on this damned corset.
Betsy: Why wou’ I wan touch a dir’y elf like you? [Winks and begins tying the strings]
Anira: [Makes a worried expression] Heh, that’s what I worry Iril will think. [Looks at Betsy through the mirror] Do you think… do you think I am good enough for him? I have never gone farther than the courtyard, and he is a “knight in shining armor”, and I am just an elf, and-
Betsy: [Laughs] Trus’ meh, ya’l be ol’right.
Q&A: Lore
1. Name each of the Elven ethnic groups in their native tongue.
Dezmorii’
Orai’stanne
Boeraenne
Cezdemorii’
Varvas’kii
Barkuarrefe
Halfling
I’m not typing the whole names =_=
2. What happened to the old ruling caste?
Despite the destruction of the Elven Kingdom, the old ruling caste is still prevalent, and increases the difficulty of improvement of living.
3. What is the taxonomic term for Elves?
Elves do not have a taxonomic term for obvious reasons, and if it was written in the lore, I couldn’t find it. :S
4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
An African or European swallow?
EDIT: Wow. That is really lengthy! Sorry about that :S
I think I'll steal this application Enady.
This is a very good application, well written with everything we look for in applications. The only problems are very minor and actually have nothing to do with your acceptance.
Visahelm is a farming town, but there is hardly any town, more so a collection of farm houses, animal pens, and fields. Just from what I got from your character I think you would prefer a more urban environment with an infrastructure and such. That is just opinion though and you can start wherever you please. Accepted
I think I'll steal this application Enady.
This is a very good application, well written with everything we look for in applications. The only problems are very minor and actually have nothing to do with your acceptance.
Visahelm is a farming town, but there is hardly any town, more so a collection of farm houses, animal pens, and fields. Just from what I got from your character I think you would prefer a more urban environment with an infrastructure and such. That is just opinion though and you can start wherever you please. Accepted
WOOHOO!
No, but seriously, thank you! I can't wait to start playing with all of you. I just hope my friend messages me back soon. :/
I did plan on my character living in a very secluded area, she herself having only really known two people in her life. I pictured a large estate with enough land to keep Anira satisfied with her constraints, and to keep Count Borzeinger's plot a secret.
Then again, if there are no estates like that in Visahelm, maybe on the outskirts of Ashburton? I don't know, just a thought (^_^U)
Ah, in that case it should work fine. Visahelm would be a good place for such estates, you might want to be somewhat wealthy before heading out there though. It also has a very low elf population so a well-to-do elf could be met with some aggression. Otherwise that sounds like it could work quite well.
Ah, in that case it should work fine. Visahelm would be a good place for such estates, you might want to be somewhat wealthy before heading out there though. It also has a very low elf population so a well-to-do elf could be met with some aggression. Otherwise that sounds like it could work quite well.
Alright, and I have to ask if it would be alright for me to use a "blank" skin and go ooc til i find players that would help fill the roles? If not or if I cannot find anyone to fit, I'll edit my lore so I end up on the streets, which would be a "red-flag" for people, considering how I'm dressed. Like my app says, Anira was meant to be pampered into high-class society through seclusion and by marrying Iril.
BTW, I'll send you some shots of my skin. It would be funny seeing her end up living in a box or whatever xD
Alright, and I have to ask if it would be alright for me to use a "blank" skin and go ooc til i find players that would help fill the roles? If not or if I cannot find anyone to fit, I'll edit my lore so I end up on the streets, which would be a "red-flag" for people, considering how I'm dressed. Like my app says, Anira was meant to be pampered into high-class society through seclusion and by marrying Iril.
BTW, I'll send you some shots of my skin. It would be funny seeing her end up living in a box or whatever xD
Ya, that's totally fine, you could even just look around on the thread for some people to fill the roles your looking for. XD I don't think you will be living in a box. In fact, if you succeed I think I would find your character useful.
Can we expect there server to be up soon? If not how long should we expect?
apparently in a couple days. If you can't wait that long, you can apply to Aeonis, though they're also down atm. I suggest keeping shut and waiting it out so you don't have to play on one of the not so good servers. :/
We hope to be up soon, but one of our admins has been away for some time, and he is resoponsible for the Adelbrechten ethic classes. So we will be thinking of some way to get past that and get to work on opening sooner.
We hope to be up soon, but one of our admins has been away for some time, and he is resoponsible for the Adelbrechten ethic classes. So we will be thinking of some way to get past that and get to work on opening sooner.
All of you here have or can get Spoutcraft right? In order to see the new items such as crossbows will appear as flint and you may be unable to use them. The same with muskets once they are invented on the server.
OOC INFO: IGN:tfcbart Age:17 Skype Name (optional):tfcbart123 Location (Optional):over yander :3 Why do you want to join the server?:ive been feeling for a actual rp server as of late What do you want in a RP server?:where people actually roleplay and dont randomly kill everyone
IC INFO:
Name:kinstr' Age:42 Town:hystaria Caste/Ethnicity:peasent/boeraenne Appearance:darkbrown hair a dirty look Skin (Optional):right now a assassins suit (mainly used for hero servers :P) will change to suit my character Backstory (More than 5 sentences):grew up fighting in the war when I was only twelve after he saw his parents get pirced by arrows and had to fight for his life. afterwords I ran into the forest seeking cover trusting noone for most of my young adult life. soon after the humans finnaly found me and beat me untill i subdued and finnaly gave in to thier ways hatred slowly growing inside. with nowhere to run i did what i could do best and blend in with the city people eventually running my own shop and finding a way to one day seize revenge.... RP Example:*waiting for costomers on my side shops gaurds walk up and break some of my mirchindise*
kinstr' :sir you better pay for tha...
guard :pay for what this *breaks somemore items*
kinstr' :you better stop before I
guard : *pulls a blade agenst my neck* before you what eh if i behead you right now who would care *lets out a laugh*
kinstr' :*slowly backs away as he brakes a few more items*
guard :seems like the fights left him very well *slowly walks away before smashing something else. Q&A: Lore
1. Name each of the Elven ethnic groups in their native tongue.
boeraenne, cezdezimorii', barkuarrefe, varvas'kii, dezimorri' ,halflings, orai'stanne 2. What happened to the old ruling caste? it survuves but only in the citys where elfs live free from human rulership 3. What is the taxonomic term for Elves?
i dunno didnt say 4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
ummm lol 42
OOC INFO: IGN:tfcbart Age:17 Skype Name (optional):tfcbart123 Location (Optional):over yander :3 Why do you want to join the server?:ive been feeling for a actual rp server as of late What do you want in a RP server?:where people actually roleplay and dont randomly kill everyone
IC INFO:
Name:kinstr' Age:42 Town:hystaria Caste/Ethnicity:peasent/boeraenne Appearance:darkbrown hair a dirty look Skin (Optional):right now a assassins suit (mainly used for hero servers ) will change to suit my character Backstory (More than 5 sentences):grew up fighting in the war when I was only twelve after he saw his parents get pirced by arrows and had to fight for his life. afterwords I ran into the forest seeking cover trusting noone for most of my young adult life. soon after the humans finnaly found me and beat me untill i subdued and finnaly gave in to thier ways hatred slowly growing inside. with nowhere to run i did what i could do best and blend in with the city people eventually running my own shop and finding a way to one day seize revenge.... RP Example:*waiting for costomers on my side shops gaurds walk up and break some of my mirchindise*
kinstr' :sir you better pay for tha...
guard :pay for what this *breaks somemore items*
kinstr' :you better stop before I
guard : *pulls a blade agenst my neck* before you what eh if i behead you right now who would care *lets out a laugh*
kinstr' :*slowly backs away as he brakes a few more items*
guard :seems like the fights left him very well *slowly walks away before smashing something else. Q&A: Lore
1. Name each of the Elven ethnic groups in their native tongue.
boeraenne, cezdezimorii', barkuarrefe, varvas'kii, dezimorri' ,halflings, orai'stanne 2. What happened to the old ruling caste? it survuves but only in the citys where elfs live free from human rulership 3. What is the taxonomic term for Elves?
i dunno didnt say 4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
ummm lol 42
Licentia & Locatio
go back through and fix spelling and grammar errors please, there are a few. The question #2 is wrong, the old elven leadership was driven out by other elves and became the "dark elves". Please fix the errors and try again. Declined
I will...
TOTALLY NOT ANOTHER BUMP...
AGREE'D!!!!
hurry hurry hurry!!!
LIKE YO EATEN CURRY!
That wasn't funny but ok...
Well for all the ethnic groups there will be different classes, except for your default. That's universal :P.
Most ethnic groups have about 10. Not all. So all together there are about 40 different classes.
2. People are not building random and unpopulated settlements everywhere.
3. There is an expansive lore.
4. Plenty of races, and enough people to RP them.
5. Thieves/assassins RP correctly and don’t try killing or robbing someone every 5 minutes.
6. There are skills and perks, be it McMMO, Heros, or a less popular leveling mod.
7. Aside from raids and wars, the battles are RP based. (Luther ducks under the Knight’s swing)
Fog rolled through the streets of Ashburton. Borzeinger went to a friend of equal darkness, but in another aspect. He knocked on a large wooden doorn and a stout man looked through a slit. The man proceeded to unlock the entrance, and Count Borzeinger stomped into the brothel, his loud footsteps grabbing the eyes of the courtesans. One woman, Madam Victress, approached the Count and said:
“George, I hope you’re not here for seconds”. She paused and continued with, “You nearly killed the last girl”. The Count held a stern look at the Mistress, who rolled her eyes as she turned and spoke, “Oh George, you’re no fun anymo-
Count Borzeinger outstretched a long arm and held her firm. He bellowed:
“I hoped one of your sluts might have had an incident”, his hand squeezing her arm tighter until she turned around.
“What would you want with a ******* child?” Madam Victress asked as she tried to pull away from Borzeinger’s cold hand.
“That is not the concern of some dirty *****!”. With that, Madam Victress slaps George hard across the face, and the man stumbles back a few steps.
“This is no time to deal with your crap! Just last night two of my girls were found in the gutters with their eyes gouged and their insides spilled out!”
Count Borzeinger roared back, “Fifty dollars for a baby with potential. I do not want my future daughter-in-law to be as a pig!” George stops and punches himself in the leg for his slipup.
The Mistriss sneers at George, “There is one child, a newborn elf”.
George ponders the offer. “Is she Boeranne?”
“Orai’stanne, and it is a miracle the girl survived. Why I almost thought of keeping her myself”. Madam Victress sighed and looked into the distance. She took a seat on a red, leather chair. The Mistress snapped her fingers and a boy put ice on her arm, while a courtesan began massaging her feet.
The Count, taps his foot impatiently, and continues the conversation. “It is surprising to hear you take interest in the girl, or is that just to raise the price?”
The woman’s face twitched. She took a deep breath and spoke the name, “Jaggertooth”. George shivered at the word, and he said no more. The woman waved to a nurse, who left the room and brought back an infant crying in her arms. Madam Victriss looked back at George and said,
‘That baby is beautiful and lived through a murderer’s cesarean birth. She is worth far more than fifty dollars”.
Count Borzeinger grumbled at that; now understanding the girl’s true worth. He spit his final offer. “400 dollars: I take the baby and this never happened; no questions asked”. George tosses her an envelope stuffed with money, which she tediously counts.
Madam Victriss snaps her fingers once more. The nurse apprehensively walks over to the Count. She asks the tall man, “Will this child be in good hands?”
Count Borzeinger glares at the woman through a thick set of glasses. He snatches the baby, and charges through the exit. The old wooden door slams behind him.
Betsy: Ya’ better ge’ up Any! I spake wit th’ Coun, an ‘e say ya’ need learn quicka! The tuta’s coom’n more of’en!
Anira: What! [Stretches] But the old hag; She’s a witch!
Betsy: I agree wi’ ya’, bu’ ya’ canno’ say ya ain a la’y now! [Satirically shakes her hips]
Anira: Ugh! Help me get on this damned corset.
Betsy: Why wou’ I wan touch a dir’y elf like you? [Winks and begins tying the strings]
Anira: [Makes a worried expression] Heh, that’s what I worry Iril will think. [Looks at Betsy through the mirror] Do you think… do you think I am good enough for him? I have never gone farther than the courtyard, and he is a “knight in shining armor”, and I am just an elf, and-
Betsy: [Laughs] Trus’ meh, ya’l be ol’right.
Orai’stanne
Boeraenne
Cezdemorii’
Varvas’kii
Barkuarrefe
Halfling
I’m not typing the whole names =_=
4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
An African or European swallow?
EDIT: Wow. That is really lengthy! Sorry about that :S
I think I'll steal this application Enady.
This is a very good application, well written with everything we look for in applications. The only problems are very minor and actually have nothing to do with your acceptance.
Visahelm is a farming town, but there is hardly any town, more so a collection of farm houses, animal pens, and fields. Just from what I got from your character I think you would prefer a more urban environment with an infrastructure and such. That is just opinion though and you can start wherever you please.
Accepted
BTW, I'll send you some shots of my skin. It would be funny seeing her end up living in a box or whatever xD
Ya, that's totally fine, you could even just look around on the thread for some people to fill the roles your looking for. XD I don't think you will be living in a box. In fact, if you succeed I think I would find your character useful.
IP ? ? ? ? ? ?
Oh okay.
OOC INFO:
IGN:tfcbart
Age:17
Skype Name (optional):tfcbart123
Location (Optional):over yander :3
Why do you want to join the server?:ive been feeling for a actual rp server as of late
What do you want in a RP server?:where people actually roleplay and dont randomly kill everyone
IC INFO:
Name:kinstr'
Age:42
Town:hystaria
Caste/Ethnicity:peasent/boeraenne
Appearance:darkbrown hair a dirty look
Skin (Optional):right now a assassins suit (mainly used for hero servers :P) will change to suit my character
Backstory (More than 5 sentences):grew up fighting in the war when I was only twelve after he saw his parents get pirced by arrows and had to fight for his life. afterwords I ran into the forest seeking cover trusting noone for most of my young adult life. soon after the humans finnaly found me and beat me untill i subdued and finnaly gave in to thier ways hatred slowly growing inside. with nowhere to run i did what i could do best and blend in with the city people eventually running my own shop and finding a way to one day seize revenge....
RP Example:*waiting for costomers on my side shops gaurds walk up and break some of my mirchindise*
kinstr' :sir you better pay for tha...
guard :pay for what this *breaks somemore items*
kinstr' :you better stop before I
guard : *pulls a blade agenst my neck* before you what eh if i behead you right now who would care *lets out a laugh*
kinstr' :*slowly backs away as he brakes a few more items*
guard :seems like the fights left him very well *slowly walks away before smashing something else.
Q&A: Lore
1. Name each of the Elven ethnic groups in their native tongue.
boeraenne, cezdezimorii', barkuarrefe, varvas'kii, dezimorri' ,halflings, orai'stanne
2. What happened to the old ruling caste?
it survuves but only in the citys where elfs live free from human rulership
3. What is the taxonomic term for Elves?
i dunno didnt say
4. What is the average wind-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
ummm lol 42
Licentia & Locatio
go back through and fix spelling and grammar errors please, there are a few. The question #2 is wrong, the old elven leadership was driven out by other elves and became the "dark elves". Please fix the errors and try again.
Declined