That is so amazing but will it just do friendly mobs or hostile ones too. If it does hostile it needs to be balanced pretty well. Also maybe forgotten could do both, light could do friendly and demons could do hostile...
The Forgotten are the creators and the experimenters. The other race's don't know how to do it. It's like runecraft and the dwarves. Also, it will do all mobs. (They won't be under our control, so it's balanced.) I have a tentative list:
OOC:
IGN: Lyksar
Sources: No recommendations.
Why do you want to join: I was killed by an admin whilst holding all my valuables on an old server. I wanted a new server, preferably and RP server.
IC (In Character)
Name: Garridon
IC Age: 15,000 yrs
Race: Demon
Profession: Scavenger Grunt
Background: Physically fit, but not willing to risk his life, Garridon chose to be a scavenger as his senses of smell, sight and hearing are keen. He practiced finding mushrooms and pigs in forests and mazes for years, honing his senses. He is now an expert scavenger. Garridon is also some-what proficient in alchemy.
Seal I'm going to start playing but was there anything you wanted changed with my background or age or was most of that pretty accurate. I would really like to make my RP pretty good and I would not like to be the wrong age or have something in my story not go with the story/background of the whole server/races.
A war involving the elves and dwarves were unfolding, we had to stop it. So Baldrick, Paragon of the dwarves, and Phoenix Lord of the elves, dueled. It was a fight to the death. Losers character dies permanently. Baldrick won.
On the OP it says there are no elven lords. Is that just not updated or what?
A war involving the elves and dwarves were unfolding, we had to stop it. So Baldrick, Paragon of the dwarves, and Phoenix Lord of the elves, dueled. It was a fight to the death. Losers character dies permanently. Baldrick won.
I suggested the fatal duel to end the war. Apparently, it worked. May Lord Phoenix rest in peace. Paragon Baldrick has been blessed with victory and wisdom.
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When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.
Victory against the traitorous Elf kingdoms has been claimed today! In the bright of dawn, a small Dwarf host of atleast 500* battle-hardened Dwarfs (Along with me in my armor!) was sent out to do battle with the Elves. Defending the Elves were atleast 700*, which were hardly a match for our skilled fighters! Aye, as our two armies met, I watched Baldrick and the elf lord Phoenix clash head to head, just in the front of our two armies. Most of us were mesmerized by the fight, and a huge circle formed around the two in their epic battle worthy of the gods- Baldrick and Phoenix were quite an even match. Through what must have been decades of sword-practice, I watched as the two fought it out, never inflicting a mortal blow but nicking the flesh just behind their armor. It seemed like hours, but growing weary, I watched as Baldrick delivered a fierce kick to the elf lord's knees, after which he took the opportunity to cleave right through the elf lord's neck.
Just about the same time, our forces had finished cleaning up with the elves. In the fight, we lost a good 200* Dwarfs to elf swordmasters. I was unlucky to have been stabbed in the back myself- a true testament to the cowardice of the Elves. Despite my great pain, I knew that the Dwarfs needed something to show for the vengeance we extracted- so I took up the Phoenix Crown and returned home with my people.
Now with the Phoenix Crown proudly displayed in our halls- no Dwarfs will forget the grave injustices Elves committed against the Dwarfs. While the elves were in disarray, Kyuya was claimed to take over the Kingdoms and restore peace between our races. I still can't trust a backstabbing elf- but their honor will be restored in time.
(Actually, some god-scrubs tp'd us out of the elf forest and had Baldrick and Phoenix duel in a chapel. :dry.gif: Pretty lame, but they still lost.)
OOC: 17 year old high-school student, Has been role-playing online since he was 10, started on a game called Furcadia, I spend hours on the computer daily, unless I'm at my girlfriends house. I only go to school from 8:00 A.M to 12:00 P.M pacific time so I'll be online a long time.
IGN: tonyjrj
Sources: Nobody recommended this server to me, I've just had a difficult time finding a non-griefed full role-playing server.
Why do you want to join: I would like to join because I've been playing minecraft for a while on non-whitelisted servers and I'm absolutely sick of all the nonsense in RP servers, too many kids who either don't care about Rping and just want to steal and destroy creations I'd like a server where i can log on daily and Role-play comfortably.
IC (In Character)
Name: Damiclius Hawke
IC Age: (Not too sure on Elf ages but I'll go with 25 or the equivalent to that in elf years.)
Race: Elf
Profession: Skirmisher
Background: Damiclius was raised lovingly by his parents in his first-five years of life, they taught him the ways of the elven, How animals and the forest are his friends to care for everyone, no matter who they are, To love and be hospitable. All of that changed soon enough though, when he was but five demons broke into their forest home and slaughtered his parents, he had run into his parents room when he heard the demons coming, his father shoved him under the bed as his mother still lay asleep, "Thud!" from underneath the bed he saw his father fall, an large wound in his side, his lifeless eyes open, looking at Damiclius. then he saw two feet moving slowly towards the bed he kept quiet before he realized his mother was still sleeping above him. It was too late though, his mother let out a shrill scream and then it was over, The demon seared around the room frantically for something before he was met by two other demons, after a bit of them talking Damiclius felt his mothers blood drip onto his forehead through the bed he let out a terrible scream of agony and ran quickly from underneath the bed, swinging his fists wildly at the demons. The demon who had just slaughtered his parents let out a chuckle towards the small Elven boy trying to desperately to fight him barehanded. Before he could do anything Damiclius saw the demons fist raise, and then everything was black. He awoke later in his home still, his father and mothers bodies were missing but the evidence of their deaths were still there. From that day on he grew up in isolation, refusing to speak with anyone, harboring a bitter hatred towards everyone. Damiclius spent day and night training with his fathers bow and sword. He spent his first few years eating small prey for he had never been taught how to hunt properly, but eventually he taught himself. He lost track of his age but guessed himself somewhere around the age of 25 years old (Again I don't know how long elves generally live). He is an excellent fighter with a very short temper, but if he comes across someone in need it only takes a short while for him to open his heart to anyone.
OOC: Out of Character
IGN: Shadotopaz
Sources: Googling MINECRAFT RP is such a nice way to find forums :smile.gif:
Why do you want to join: I've been looking for a REAL rp server. most of the ones I find get oom so often I feel like jumping down 18 blocks.
IC (In Character)
Name: Ithil'othe (Moon Flower in elvish)
IC Age: 278 years old
Race: Wood elf
Profession: Forager (Is STRONGLY looking to reach the forest lord title.)
Background: Do you know what it feels like... to bathe in the purest source under the gentle moonlight? Do you know how it feels, to be the purest being alive... Do you know what it feels like, the feeling of seeing your ennemies perish under your deadly arrows?
I do
I was dead at birth. my heart had stopped, and I was being pulled back from the very world I had just arrived. It s a rare occasion for an elven population to have a newborn. a very rare one. the deception caused by my death had caused a comotion in the heart of my mother and a river of tears from my father...
Seems like the gods took pity in them
A miracle happened, as I begun crying, my heart beating all of a sudden to the greatest surprise of the druid that was assisting the birth. Celebrations were held for the newly born woman and I was named in due form. The moon flower is a flower that appears dead at day, but at night blooms to be a ravishing flower.
I did not have an easy childhood. I was the weakest amongst the newborns (we were three) and had hard time following my teachers instruction. Everyone remained, however, very polite towards me, knowing that m birth had had complications and that I was maybe not as developed as the others. The art of the Bow, the Rapier and the plants were taught to me, just as any elves had to know. I was by far, the worse of them all.
A hundred years later, where you finish what we call the Initiation of the forest. You get to chose a profession and may start looking for a husband. Be it known 100 year old for an elf is about 15 years old for an human. The firstborn Declared himself. I wish to become archer by the name of the forest! To protect will be my duty, and this bow, will bind to me. everyone acclaimed his choice. he was indeed, a very good archer, a bit reckless, but a good one.
The second one (I was the third) exclaimed herself. I wish to become a weaver! create clothing for everyone to go around and leather armor for our soldiers. She had always been the most dexterous one. she was good at the bow, but wanted something more... creative than putting an arrow between someones eyes.
It was my turn alast... I stood up near the elder... and exclaimed myself
- I wish to become... Hehhh....
The assistance were looking at me with curiosity... my parents were quietly crossing fingers.
- I.... I wish to become... a maiden of the moon (Priests)
A silence fell on the audience. Maidens were not chosen that way... they were picked at birth for those who were born with the Naara'ithil (Moonburn) I had not this sign... and as the elder was approaching me and putting his hand on my shoulder... it happened.
A drop of water landed right on my forehead as a shape began to form on it. a glowing moon crescent was giving out a purple glow at everything around me. The knowledge... I fell on my knees. I felt my muscles growing stronger, my mind growing wiser. My body became more beautiful than ever. I fell onto the ground, crying as I had been chosen to be a maiden of the moon...
Everyone cheered as the day suddenly changed to night, bearing a full moon.
150 years of training later, in the Orn Atara (Tree mother) I came out, Ithil'othe, equipped with a moonbow, a maiden tunic and a desire to help others... I headed back to my hometown where I would grow a temple for the cult and begin expanding even more.
Weird... I had never seen these plains before....
What would be half distance from the village and the elven capital stood a huge human city. Workers could be seen around, building walls of huge proportions, some other, bringing freshly cut wood into the keep. My eyes glimmered with rage as I headed back to the capital to warn the forest Lord
Nothing was done. We wanted to keep our existence secret and declaring war would simply be ridiculously stupid.
28 years later, nature reclaimed its property. ruins of a castle can be found, trees growing from everywhere and a lush nature gripping the building walls.
A maiden walked away, flowers in hand, whistling. Alot of forests had been cut... and each and every city would perish, one by one.
OOC:Justin
IGN: minecraftpackrat
Sources: Minecraft Forums
Why do you want to join:I would like to join this server because i cannot find Any real roleplay servers this one as the title says is a serious Rp server Its 24/7 Has a decent amount of slots wich get more people in game to rp With.
I also love the name.I like the Amount of races you can be, also i would really like to rp.
IC:(In Character)
Name:Elivar ironthorn
IC Age:37
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Regimin
Background: Elivar Ironthorn the son of Kilo Ironthorn, Was born into fighting his dad being a warrior in the Regimin recruited him before he could choose what he wanted to do. He started training to join the Regimin when he was 14, His Trainer saw much potential in this young warrior,When he was 30 he Was prospering as a warrior as an amazing warrior he was commonly talked about and used as an example to trainies, Now at the humble age of 37 He is commonly noted at being one of the best warriors in the Regimin.
-Today Elivar Still fights in the Dwarven Regimin
Out Of Character
IGN:Sexycombine
Age: 17
RP Experience (Lot or Little): I roleplayed on Warcraft III Starcraft, Starcraft II a couple minecraft servers
Sources: None actually.
In Character
Age: 24
Desired RP Name: Athyana Bourge
Race: Human
Charcater's Backstory: Athyana was thirteen at the time, her task was to collect berries and if possible, meat from the nearby forest. It was her first hunting expedition, eager to get going she bounds off into the forest. Taking long strides, the wind whipping past her face. She spots a doe grazing, unaware of her arrival. She nocks an arrow into place and releases it. Whistling through the air, its aim true. It strikes the rump of the doe, keeling it over. Silently savoring her victory she makes a prayer to the animal, hoping that it will find peace to where ever the soul goes. While slinging the doe onto her back she spots a man a few paces off, face obscured by a dark cowl. His robes were dark as if to blend him into the forest, his bony hands wrapped around the gnarled staff. He mutters and incantation, materializing a helmet from mid-air. He points his gnarled staff at her, mumbling dark words. The helmet places itself onto her head. She screams in shock as she couldn't pull off the helmet. She unsheathes her sword, growling at her misfortune. The man was gone. A couple minutes later her parents were shocked that their daughter's face was forever obscured by the helmet. They banished her, forcing her to leave everything behind. Her life. Her house. Her title. She roams the land in search for this wizard.
Profession: Miner/Blacksmith
Thank you for reading and i sincerely hope you will accept me.
Collected Observations from Rajaat: The Traitor's War
The only war I have ever taken part in, it was a brief and Hellish affair. Shouts echoed through the Dwarven halls, their angered chorus easily recognizable. The earth shook with their rage at a revelation: the Elven Lord, Phoenix, had paid the Lord of the Bandits to find the capital of the Dwarves and to slay Paragon Baldrick.
So the Dwarves had been told by an unnamed 'traitor' to the Elves. An Elf who evidently did not agree with Lord Phoenix's tactics slipped into the Dwarven halls and whispered of treachery and shadowed plots. The Paragon considered these dire claims and spoke before his people, gathered in the Halls of the Mountain Lords. He bid them take up their axes and hammers. He raised his legendary bow aloft and declared war on the Elves.
Lord Phoenix had word of this and attempted to call his brothers to arms, but they did not react swiftly enough: the Dwarven folk burst from the hills and stone, rising like an angry tide and spilling into the forest. The first Elves were completely surprised, and thus slaughtered. The Dwarves pushed their momentum, striking deep into the heart of the ancient woods. There, the Elves bolstered their defenses and struck back, unleashing their terrible skill upon the invaders.
Messages were sent to friends and allies. Soon, what began as a private event threatened to become another Great War, with Demons attacking Dwarves, Dwarves attacking Elves, and Humans rushing to aid their friends. Only the Forgotten did not immediately fight, baffled and fearful for their creations. They could not bring themselves to wield weapons. Instead, the Forerunner and I spoke at length and devised a plan. The Forerunner cast his sense about, seeking the Paragon Baldrick and the Lord Phoenix, both of which were transported by the powerful and enigmatic Narrator, Lord of the Vampires.
The Forerunner brought me there and I spoke with both Lords under the watchful gaze of the Narrator, Keeper of Secrets. I convinced them to settle their differences and end the war with a duel in the cathedral of the Shrouded Isles. Terms were discussed and agreed upon: they would fight to the death, winner take all. They would bear iron armor and wield swords of enchanted diamond.
While originally I had been chosen to declare the match and rules, the Narrator took it upon himself as Lord of the Cathedral to declare match start. I dared not step between the two Lords, both intent on the other's end, to contradict him. He let the cloth he held aloft drop, and the two were upon each other.
Elven swiftness matched against Dwarven strength: the battle was terrifying, yet beautiful all the same. If ever there was an art to murder, than these two Lords were masters in its execution. They joined and parted, circling around one another with slow steps only to break into a flurry of scything death: stroke and counter stroke, strike and cut. Like war itself, it was periods of rest punctuated with moments of extreme violence. Their armor turned their swords aside, and their skill prevented their blades from finding purchase until the very end, when the Lord Phoenix struck a terrible blow against Paragon Baldrick, the blade biting into his leg. The Elven Lord looked to have won. But it was not meant to be: Paragon Baldrick rose up against the razor edge of Lord Phoenix's sword, allowing it to drink deeper of his blood, and drove his blade into the Lord Phoenix's chin and out the back of his head. The Elven Lord, brilliant fighter though he was, was vanquished.
Cries of victory were sounded from one end of the hall, while the Elves bemoaned their fallen Lord. I stepped forward and asked the victor what his terms were. Baldrick carefully removed Lord Phoenix's Elven sword from his leg and, while leaning against his own weapon for support, declared peace. With the death of his foe and the one who led the Elves, the Paragon Baldrick had had enough. In his wisdom, he did not push further. The Elves found that the Lord Phoenix wished for Kyuya to lead the Elves should he ever fall, but Kyuya relinquished the throne after also suing for peace and asked that the Elves choose their next master.
The Elves returned to their trees, the Dwarves descended into their halls. Some remained and bickered still, with the Dwarf Ulrik demanding the Elven Crown. I do not know if he ever received it. As for myself, I stood in the halls of the Narrator's cathedral, the Forerunner by my side. The Narrator looked upon me and bid me join his council. Eventually, I did, but that is a story for another time.
The question remains: who was the 'traitor' who told the Dwarves? Who was the stone who split the stream of history and began a war? We may never know.
Collected Observations from Rajaat: The Traitor's War
The only war I have ever taken part in, it was a brief and Hellish affair. Shouts echoed through the Dwarven halls, their angered chorus easily recognizable. The earth shook with their rage at a revelation: the Elven Lord, Phoenix, had paid the Lord of the Bandits to find the capital of the Dwarves and to slay Paragon Baldrick.
So the Dwarves had been told by an unnamed 'traitor' to the Elves. An Elf who evidently did not agree with Lord Phoenix's tactics slipped into the Dwarven halls and whispered of treachery and shadowed plots. The Paragon considered these dire claims and spoke before his people, gathered in the Halls of the Mountain Lords. He bid them take up their axes and hammers. He raised his legendary bow aloft and declared war on the Elves.
Lord Phoenix had word of this and attempted to call his brothers to arms, but they did not react swiftly enough: the Dwarven folk burst from the hills and stone, rising like an angry tide and spilling into the forest. The first Elves were completely surprised, and thus slaughtered. The Dwarves pushed their momentum, striking deep into the heart of the ancient woods.
Messages were sent to friends and allies. Soon, what began as a private event threatened to become another Great War, with Demons attacking Dwarves, Dwarves attacking Elves, and Humans rushing to aid their friends. Only the Forgotten did not immediately fight, baffled and fearful for their creations. They could not bring themselves to wield weapons. Instead, the Forerunner and I spoke at length and devised a plan. The Forerunner cast his sense about, seeking the Paragon Baldrick and the Lord Phoenix, both of which were transported by the powerful and enigmatic Narrator, Lord of the Vampires.
The Forerunner brought me there and I spoke with both Lords under the watchful gaze of the Narrator, Keeper of Secrets. I convinced them to settle their differences and end the war with a duel in the cathedral of the Shrouded Isles. Terms were discussed and agreed upon: they would fight to the death, winner take all. They would bear iron armor and wield swords of enchanted diamond.
While originally I had been chosen to declare the match and rules, the Narrator took it upon himself as Lord of the Cathedral to declare match start. I dared not step between the two Lords, both intent on the other's end, to contradict him. He let the cloth he held aloft drop, and the two were upon each other.
Elven swiftness matched against Dwarven strength: the battle was terrifying, yet beautiful all the same. If ever there was an art to murder, than these two Lords were masters in its execution. They joined and parted, circling around one another with slow steps only to break into a flurry of scything death: stroke and counter stroke, strike and cut. Like war itself, it was periods of rest punctuated with moments of extreme violence. Their armor turned their swords aside, and their skill prevented their blades from finding purchase until the very end, when the Lord Phoenix struck a terrible blow against Paragon Baldrick, the blade biting into his leg. The Elven Lord looked to have won. But it was not meant to be: Paragon Baldrick rose up against the razor edge of Lord Phoenix's sword, allowing it to drink deeper of his blood, and drove his blade into the Lord Phoenix's chin and out the back of his head. The Elven Lord, brilliant fighter though he was, was vanquished.
Cries of victory were sounded from one end of the hall, while the Elves bemoaned their fallen Lord. I stepped forward and asked the victor what his terms were. Baldrick carefully removed Lord Phoenix's Elven sword from his leg and, while leaning against his own weapon for support, declared peace. With the death of his foe and the one who led the Elves, the Paragon Baldrick had had enough. In his wisdom, he did not push further. The Elves found that the Lord Phoenix wished for Kyuya to lead the Elves should he ever fall, but Kyuya relinquished the throne after also suing for peace and asked that the Elves choose their next master.
The Elves returned to their trees, the Dwarves descended into their halls. Some remained and bickered still, with the Dwarf Ulrik demanding the Elven Crown. I do not know if he ever received it. As for myself, I stood in the halls of the Narrator's cathedral, the Forerunner by my side. The Narrator looked upon me and bid me join his council. Eventually, I did, but that is a story for another time.
The question remains: who was the 'traitor' who told the Dwarves? Who was the stone who split the stream of history and began a war? We may never know.
That's not how it happened! He had a wound in his back!
The Forgotten are the creators and the experimenters. The other race's don't know how to do it. It's like runecraft and the dwarves. Also, it will do all mobs. (They won't be under our control, so it's balanced.) I have a tentative list:
Friendly:
PIG = COBBLESTONE
CHICKEN = DIRT
COW = STONE
SHEEP = WOOL
SLIME = GOLD BLOCK
Hostile:
FIRE = CREEPER
LOG = SKELETON
SAND = ZOMBIE
NETHERRACK = ZOMBIE PIGMAN
GLOWSTONE = GHAST
IGN: Lyksar
Sources: No recommendations.
Why do you want to join: I was killed by an admin whilst holding all my valuables on an old server. I wanted a new server, preferably and RP server.
IC (In Character)
Name: Garridon
IC Age: 15,000 yrs
Race: Demon
Profession: Scavenger Grunt
Background: Physically fit, but not willing to risk his life, Garridon chose to be a scavenger as his senses of smell, sight and hearing are keen. He practiced finding mushrooms and pigs in forests and mazes for years, honing his senses. He is now an expert scavenger. Garridon is also some-what proficient in alchemy.
The great elven lord phoenix!
What Happened?
He was killed in a fatal duel.
Seal I'm going to start playing but was there anything you wanted changed with my background or age or was most of that pretty accurate. I would really like to make my RP pretty good and I would not like to be the wrong age or have something in my story not go with the story/background of the whole server/races.
On the OP it says there are no elven lords. Is that just not updated or what?
I suggested the fatal duel to end the war. Apparently, it worked. May Lord Phoenix rest in peace. Paragon Baldrick has been blessed with victory and wisdom.
Victory against the traitorous Elf kingdoms has been claimed today! In the bright of dawn, a small Dwarf host of atleast 500* battle-hardened Dwarfs (Along with me in my armor!) was sent out to do battle with the Elves. Defending the Elves were atleast 700*, which were hardly a match for our skilled fighters! Aye, as our two armies met, I watched Baldrick and the elf lord Phoenix clash head to head, just in the front of our two armies. Most of us were mesmerized by the fight, and a huge circle formed around the two in their epic battle worthy of the gods- Baldrick and Phoenix were quite an even match. Through what must have been decades of sword-practice, I watched as the two fought it out, never inflicting a mortal blow but nicking the flesh just behind their armor. It seemed like hours, but growing weary, I watched as Baldrick delivered a fierce kick to the elf lord's knees, after which he took the opportunity to cleave right through the elf lord's neck.
Just about the same time, our forces had finished cleaning up with the elves. In the fight, we lost a good 200* Dwarfs to elf swordmasters. I was unlucky to have been stabbed in the back myself- a true testament to the cowardice of the Elves. Despite my great pain, I knew that the Dwarfs needed something to show for the vengeance we extracted- so I took up the Phoenix Crown and returned home with my people.
Now with the Phoenix Crown proudly displayed in our halls- no Dwarfs will forget the grave injustices Elves committed against the Dwarfs. While the elves were in disarray, Kyuya was claimed to take over the Kingdoms and restore peace between our races. I still can't trust a backstabbing elf- but their honor will be restored in time.
(Actually, some god-scrubs tp'd us out of the elf forest and had Baldrick and Phoenix duel in a chapel. :dry.gif: Pretty lame, but they still lost.)
*Note: Actual scales may be 100:1..
IGN: tonyjrj
Sources: Nobody recommended this server to me, I've just had a difficult time finding a non-griefed full role-playing server.
Why do you want to join: I would like to join because I've been playing minecraft for a while on non-whitelisted servers and I'm absolutely sick of all the nonsense in RP servers, too many kids who either don't care about Rping and just want to steal and destroy creations I'd like a server where i can log on daily and Role-play comfortably.
IC (In Character)
Name: Damiclius Hawke
IC Age: (Not too sure on Elf ages but I'll go with 25 or the equivalent to that in elf years.)
Race: Elf
Profession: Skirmisher
Background: Damiclius was raised lovingly by his parents in his first-five years of life, they taught him the ways of the elven, How animals and the forest are his friends to care for everyone, no matter who they are, To love and be hospitable. All of that changed soon enough though, when he was but five demons broke into their forest home and slaughtered his parents, he had run into his parents room when he heard the demons coming, his father shoved him under the bed as his mother still lay asleep, "Thud!" from underneath the bed he saw his father fall, an large wound in his side, his lifeless eyes open, looking at Damiclius. then he saw two feet moving slowly towards the bed he kept quiet before he realized his mother was still sleeping above him. It was too late though, his mother let out a shrill scream and then it was over, The demon seared around the room frantically for something before he was met by two other demons, after a bit of them talking Damiclius felt his mothers blood drip onto his forehead through the bed he let out a terrible scream of agony and ran quickly from underneath the bed, swinging his fists wildly at the demons. The demon who had just slaughtered his parents let out a chuckle towards the small Elven boy trying to desperately to fight him barehanded. Before he could do anything Damiclius saw the demons fist raise, and then everything was black. He awoke later in his home still, his father and mothers bodies were missing but the evidence of their deaths were still there. From that day on he grew up in isolation, refusing to speak with anyone, harboring a bitter hatred towards everyone. Damiclius spent day and night training with his fathers bow and sword. He spent his first few years eating small prey for he had never been taught how to hunt properly, but eventually he taught himself. He lost track of his age but guessed himself somewhere around the age of 25 years old (Again I don't know how long elves generally live). He is an excellent fighter with a very short temper, but if he comes across someone in need it only takes a short while for him to open his heart to anyone.
IGN: Shadotopaz
Sources: Googling MINECRAFT RP is such a nice way to find forums :smile.gif:
Why do you want to join: I've been looking for a REAL rp server. most of the ones I find get oom so often I feel like jumping down 18 blocks.
IC (In Character)
Name: Ithil'othe (Moon Flower in elvish)
IC Age: 278 years old
Race: Wood elf
Profession: Forager (Is STRONGLY looking to reach the forest lord title.)
Background: Do you know what it feels like... to bathe in the purest source under the gentle moonlight? Do you know how it feels, to be the purest being alive... Do you know what it feels like, the feeling of seeing your ennemies perish under your deadly arrows?
I do
I was dead at birth. my heart had stopped, and I was being pulled back from the very world I had just arrived. It s a rare occasion for an elven population to have a newborn. a very rare one. the deception caused by my death had caused a comotion in the heart of my mother and a river of tears from my father...
Seems like the gods took pity in them
A miracle happened, as I begun crying, my heart beating all of a sudden to the greatest surprise of the druid that was assisting the birth. Celebrations were held for the newly born woman and I was named in due form. The moon flower is a flower that appears dead at day, but at night blooms to be a ravishing flower.
I did not have an easy childhood. I was the weakest amongst the newborns (we were three) and had hard time following my teachers instruction. Everyone remained, however, very polite towards me, knowing that m birth had had complications and that I was maybe not as developed as the others. The art of the Bow, the Rapier and the plants were taught to me, just as any elves had to know. I was by far, the worse of them all.
A hundred years later, where you finish what we call the Initiation of the forest. You get to chose a profession and may start looking for a husband. Be it known 100 year old for an elf is about 15 years old for an human. The firstborn Declared himself. I wish to become archer by the name of the forest! To protect will be my duty, and this bow, will bind to me. everyone acclaimed his choice. he was indeed, a very good archer, a bit reckless, but a good one.
The second one (I was the third) exclaimed herself. I wish to become a weaver! create clothing for everyone to go around and leather armor for our soldiers. She had always been the most dexterous one. she was good at the bow, but wanted something more... creative than putting an arrow between someones eyes.
It was my turn alast... I stood up near the elder... and exclaimed myself
- I wish to become... Hehhh....
The assistance were looking at me with curiosity... my parents were quietly crossing fingers.
- I.... I wish to become... a maiden of the moon (Priests)
A silence fell on the audience. Maidens were not chosen that way... they were picked at birth for those who were born with the Naara'ithil (Moonburn) I had not this sign... and as the elder was approaching me and putting his hand on my shoulder... it happened.
A drop of water landed right on my forehead as a shape began to form on it. a glowing moon crescent was giving out a purple glow at everything around me. The knowledge... I fell on my knees. I felt my muscles growing stronger, my mind growing wiser. My body became more beautiful than ever. I fell onto the ground, crying as I had been chosen to be a maiden of the moon...
Everyone cheered as the day suddenly changed to night, bearing a full moon.
150 years of training later, in the Orn Atara (Tree mother) I came out, Ithil'othe, equipped with a moonbow, a maiden tunic and a desire to help others... I headed back to my hometown where I would grow a temple for the cult and begin expanding even more.
Weird... I had never seen these plains before....
What would be half distance from the village and the elven capital stood a huge human city. Workers could be seen around, building walls of huge proportions, some other, bringing freshly cut wood into the keep. My eyes glimmered with rage as I headed back to the capital to warn the forest Lord
Nothing was done. We wanted to keep our existence secret and declaring war would simply be ridiculously stupid.
28 years later, nature reclaimed its property. ruins of a castle can be found, trees growing from everywhere and a lush nature gripping the building walls.
A maiden walked away, flowers in hand, whistling. Alot of forests had been cut... and each and every city would perish, one by one.
IGN: minecraftpackrat
Sources: Minecraft Forums
Why do you want to join:I would like to join this server because i cannot find Any real roleplay servers this one as the title says is a serious Rp server Its 24/7 Has a decent amount of slots wich get more people in game to rp With.
I also love the name.I like the Amount of races you can be, also i would really like to rp.
IC:(In Character)
Name:Elivar ironthorn
IC Age:37
Race: Dwarf
Profession: Regimin
Background: Elivar Ironthorn the son of Kilo Ironthorn, Was born into fighting his dad being a warrior in the Regimin recruited him before he could choose what he wanted to do. He started training to join the Regimin when he was 14, His Trainer saw much potential in this young warrior,When he was 30 he Was prospering as a warrior as an amazing warrior he was commonly talked about and used as an example to trainies, Now at the humble age of 37 He is commonly noted at being one of the best warriors in the Regimin.
-Today Elivar Still fights in the Dwarven Regimin
/hope i get accepted
IGN:Sexycombine
Age: 17
RP Experience (Lot or Little): I roleplayed on Warcraft III Starcraft, Starcraft II a couple minecraft servers
Sources: None actually.
In Character
Age: 24
Desired RP Name: Athyana Bourge
Race: Human
Charcater's Backstory: Athyana was thirteen at the time, her task was to collect berries and if possible, meat from the nearby forest. It was her first hunting expedition, eager to get going she bounds off into the forest. Taking long strides, the wind whipping past her face. She spots a doe grazing, unaware of her arrival. She nocks an arrow into place and releases it. Whistling through the air, its aim true. It strikes the rump of the doe, keeling it over. Silently savoring her victory she makes a prayer to the animal, hoping that it will find peace to where ever the soul goes. While slinging the doe onto her back she spots a man a few paces off, face obscured by a dark cowl. His robes were dark as if to blend him into the forest, his bony hands wrapped around the gnarled staff. He mutters and incantation, materializing a helmet from mid-air. He points his gnarled staff at her, mumbling dark words. The helmet places itself onto her head. She screams in shock as she couldn't pull off the helmet. She unsheathes her sword, growling at her misfortune. The man was gone. A couple minutes later her parents were shocked that their daughter's face was forever obscured by the helmet. They banished her, forcing her to leave everything behind. Her life. Her house. Her title. She roams the land in search for this wizard.
Profession: Miner/Blacksmith
Thank you for reading and i sincerely hope you will accept me.
The only war I have ever taken part in, it was a brief and Hellish affair. Shouts echoed through the Dwarven halls, their angered chorus easily recognizable. The earth shook with their rage at a revelation: the Elven Lord, Phoenix, had paid the Lord of the Bandits to find the capital of the Dwarves and to slay Paragon Baldrick.
So the Dwarves had been told by an unnamed 'traitor' to the Elves. An Elf who evidently did not agree with Lord Phoenix's tactics slipped into the Dwarven halls and whispered of treachery and shadowed plots. The Paragon considered these dire claims and spoke before his people, gathered in the Halls of the Mountain Lords. He bid them take up their axes and hammers. He raised his legendary bow aloft and declared war on the Elves.
Lord Phoenix had word of this and attempted to call his brothers to arms, but they did not react swiftly enough: the Dwarven folk burst from the hills and stone, rising like an angry tide and spilling into the forest. The first Elves were completely surprised, and thus slaughtered. The Dwarves pushed their momentum, striking deep into the heart of the ancient woods. There, the Elves bolstered their defenses and struck back, unleashing their terrible skill upon the invaders.
Messages were sent to friends and allies. Soon, what began as a private event threatened to become another Great War, with Demons attacking Dwarves, Dwarves attacking Elves, and Humans rushing to aid their friends. Only the Forgotten did not immediately fight, baffled and fearful for their creations. They could not bring themselves to wield weapons. Instead, the Forerunner and I spoke at length and devised a plan. The Forerunner cast his sense about, seeking the Paragon Baldrick and the Lord Phoenix, both of which were transported by the powerful and enigmatic Narrator, Lord of the Vampires.
The Forerunner brought me there and I spoke with both Lords under the watchful gaze of the Narrator, Keeper of Secrets. I convinced them to settle their differences and end the war with a duel in the cathedral of the Shrouded Isles. Terms were discussed and agreed upon: they would fight to the death, winner take all. They would bear iron armor and wield swords of enchanted diamond.
While originally I had been chosen to declare the match and rules, the Narrator took it upon himself as Lord of the Cathedral to declare match start. I dared not step between the two Lords, both intent on the other's end, to contradict him. He let the cloth he held aloft drop, and the two were upon each other.
Elven swiftness matched against Dwarven strength: the battle was terrifying, yet beautiful all the same. If ever there was an art to murder, than these two Lords were masters in its execution. They joined and parted, circling around one another with slow steps only to break into a flurry of scything death: stroke and counter stroke, strike and cut. Like war itself, it was periods of rest punctuated with moments of extreme violence. Their armor turned their swords aside, and their skill prevented their blades from finding purchase until the very end, when the Lord Phoenix struck a terrible blow against Paragon Baldrick, the blade biting into his leg. The Elven Lord looked to have won. But it was not meant to be: Paragon Baldrick rose up against the razor edge of Lord Phoenix's sword, allowing it to drink deeper of his blood, and drove his blade into the Lord Phoenix's chin and out the back of his head. The Elven Lord, brilliant fighter though he was, was vanquished.
Cries of victory were sounded from one end of the hall, while the Elves bemoaned their fallen Lord. I stepped forward and asked the victor what his terms were. Baldrick carefully removed Lord Phoenix's Elven sword from his leg and, while leaning against his own weapon for support, declared peace. With the death of his foe and the one who led the Elves, the Paragon Baldrick had had enough. In his wisdom, he did not push further. The Elves found that the Lord Phoenix wished for Kyuya to lead the Elves should he ever fall, but Kyuya relinquished the throne after also suing for peace and asked that the Elves choose their next master.
The Elves returned to their trees, the Dwarves descended into their halls. Some remained and bickered still, with the Dwarf Ulrik demanding the Elven Crown. I do not know if he ever received it. As for myself, I stood in the halls of the Narrator's cathedral, the Forerunner by my side. The Narrator looked upon me and bid me join his council. Eventually, I did, but that is a story for another time.
The question remains: who was the 'traitor' who told the Dwarves? Who was the stone who split the stream of history and began a war? We may never know.
That's not how it happened! He had a wound in his back!
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Accepted!
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Mm, I'm sure.