Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The act of using the lore of the world that you're in to become another person. Most times the person that you make is an ideal that you have of a better person than yourself.
Metagaming: Using out of character knowledge to act to something in character like picking the red box over the blue because you know that a nicer sword is in the red box than the shield in the blue.
Power-emoting: The act of forcing someone to do something that they don’t want to do in game like saying that that person is incapble of hurting you no matter what, or forcing them to dance. Stuff like that is a big no no.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune J Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): (I will be using the first person...)
I was a normal kid, sort of. I had a Mom and Dad and a Brother Jack Fireheart. So you're probably wondering why I have such a weird name, well its like this, I was born in tavern somewhere on the road and when I was born my Dad got drunk for the first and last time in his life. Well when you’re drunk you don’t make the most sain calls and my mom was too tired to really care. My brother Jack was born a short time afterwards so I am only about a year older than him. When I turned six my mom died to an arrow from a skeleton, but it was a mercy because she was sick... My dad had to go off for work about a year after that, but he never came back... so at age 7 I had to take care of my 6 year old brother. We lived in the slums of Arethor, working odd jobs just to live. At first it was just me working and my brother would beg on the streets. Then he turned 8 and wanted to work too and I was not going to stop him. My favorite job was working in a Blacksmiths shop... I can not remember the name but all I know is even though I was just sweeping I loved being in there. I saw how the smith made hooks and knives and other things but I was always pushed out before I got to see to much. My second favorite job is that time me and Jack went to a farm to help collect the crop. It was relaxing. One day my brother got into a scrape with one of the slums kinds near the market distract. I could not get there in time before he was being beat down, he put up a good fight but one of the kids had a knife and got him on the leg. Then a soldier came in and sent them away and carried my brother to the potion stall and paid for a potion to help him heal. My brother saw this and asked him if when he turned of age, if that soldier would recommend him to the military, the soldier said sure as long as he did it knowing what he was getting into he would help him. That was his way out of the slums, but not my out. I had to wait till I was 21 before I could get out of there.. When a blacksmith rolled into town. I knew this was my out, just like Jack had gotten. So I went and begged to be taken as an apprentice, he said no but I kept asking until he broke down and said yes. I had been trained for a year before the old man died. Now I am on my own again... Maybe now I can find my brother, find out what happened to him after he left when he join the army...
Ambitions for the Future: Become one of the great smiths, and find his brother(I won’t ever be able to do that though...Since I made him up soo... Yeah...)
Personality: Morning person, happy. Strange given his life but the hottest flames make the strongest steel.
Skills: Mother taught him how to tailor, and his Master taught him the basics.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: One time he sold a blade to a swordsman's apprentice for a few lessons so that is how he learned how to fight
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst
in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily
making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no
good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Ah, looks like I have no choice! “Guards!” I yelled with the mightiest yell I could muster but then I pulled out a sword and he a dagger. Then the shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars the perfect distraction for the guards. ”Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!” I ran for the crowd in the hopes that I would lose him “Ow, watch it! Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.” Then the man arrives out of the crowd, I could tell what I thought, but children might be reading this so.. No way ”No witnesses.” The man said in the iciest voice that I had ever heard. ”Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!” Luckily I have picked up some lessons in exchange for the swords that I made. Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins as it has been since the dawn of war. In my mind I think “That swordsman (at the time I did not know he was just an apprentice) only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag..” As the blade nearly cuts my jugular I have only enough time for one thought, “That was to close.. Right I remember now! Now I have to move left and duck! This is going to hurt, now stab his hand!” I made a quick prayer as a felt the sting of blade sinking into my flesh it was worth it because I got a blow to his hand, as we both cry out in pain I yell “Medic” as I take this chance to stab the shady man in the side and use my sword to pin him there. My vision darkens as I hear a great bit of yelling and the clink clank of armor. Then I woke up in a guard tower. “He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.” Said a gruff but warm voice. I spoke once “Does this mean that I can sleep in a hotel tonight.. That would be nice..” I slept for the next few days until my wounds were mostly healed. I never heard what happened to the Shady man, not that I much care, but I did hear of a hanging, maybe he was hanged when I left.
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps. The smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere! Wait... I got an idea, “Hey Bandits!” I yelled. “What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..” The two men greedily looking at my things, I hope this works “Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...” “Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?” I tried to remain calm as the got closer. “It is.... wel..” the second stronger one started to say before the first butted in, “Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.” This is my last chance,“I can prove it! Just listen!” “I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth, besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?” Thank the Creator that this one was the leader I thought. “Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go. “You’re not even considering this are you?” He tried to convince his buddy but at last the seemingly leader of the two said “Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.” With a breath of semi relief I said “Deal, I guess.” After a long reforging process in the closest forge we got back to the other bandit holding the old man hostage. He certainly looked less imposing without his armor, but they could still kill me, and more important then that I am a man of my word.
“Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.” He said to me “It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.” They left and we both sat and waited a bit, until the Old Man broke the ice. “Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me.” He said with a voice that seemed to slowly fade as he spoke. I responded “I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!” I ran off after that hearing the vaguest sound of a something like Thank you.. Hmm, thats new.. Never was thanked before my adventures...
3.
You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer:
I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant.
“Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm...” I pointed at the rare metal “That one will do.” I said while trying to contain my excitement. He said “That will be 50 Minas,” That is a good deal but I knew I could get lower, “No way, this hunk of junk is the only thing on this cart that barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas, “Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!” he said, now I was in trouble until I saw it .
I noticed another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals, so I used this opportunity to bend the metal while he is watching and he gasped in disbelief. Here was my chance, “Want me to do this with your customers watching...” Now to draw a crowd, time to yell, “Everyone!” Before I had a chance to finish he said the words I wanted to hear “30 Minas!” “Sold!” I said but now a group gathered, one man asked me “What is it?,”and all I could muster was “umm, his deals are great.... He he he....”
I walked away in shame, vowing to not go back to that merchant ever.. Now later I got to thinking “At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Just my luck, Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too.... Maybe I could get some lessons with it!”
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): This is the forum so yes..
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: The act of pretending to be someone else in a world not your own.
Metagaming: Using out of character knowledge to act to something in character
Power-emoting: The act of forcing someone to do something that they don’t want to do in game
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune J Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): (I will be using the first person...) I was a normal kid, sort of. I had a Mom and Dad and a Brother Jack Fireheart. So you're probably wondering why I have such a weird name, well its like this, I was born in tavern somewhere on the road and when I was born my Dad got drunk for the first and last time in his life. Well when you’re drunk you don’t make the most sain calls and my mom was too tired to really care. My brother Jack was born a short time afterwards so I am only about a year older than him, When I turned six my mom died to an arrow from a skeleton, but it was a mercy because she was sick... My dad had to go off for work about a year after that, but he never came back... so at age 7 I had to take care of my 6 year old brother. We lived in the slums of Arethor, working odd jobs just to live. At first it was just me working and my brother would beg on the streets. Then he turned 8 and wanted to work too and I was not going to stop him. My favorite job was working in a Blacksmiths shop... I can not remember the name but all I know is even though I was just sweeping I loved being in there. I saw how the smith made hooks and knives and other things but I was always pushed out before I got to see to much. One day my brother got into a scrape with one of the slums kinds near the market distract. I could not get there in time before he was being beat down, he put up a good fight but one of the kids had a knife and got him on the leg. Then a soldier came in and sent them away and carried my brother to the potion stall and paid for a potion to help him heal.
My brother saw this and asked him if when he turned of age, if that soldier would recommend him to the military, the soldier said sure as long as he did it knowing what he was getting into he would help him. That was his way out of the slums, but not my out. I had to wait till I was 21 before I could get out of there.. When a blacksmith rolled into town. I knew this was my out, just like Jack had gotten. So I went and begged to be taken as an apprentice, he said no but I kept asking until he broke down and said yes. I had been trained for a year before the old man died. Now I am on my own again... Maybe now I can find my brother, find out what happened to him after he left when he join the army...
Ambitions for the Future: Become one of the great smiths, and find his brother(I won’t ever be able to do that though...Since I made him up soo... Yeah...)
Personality: Morning person, happy. Strange given his life but the hottest flames make the strongest steel. Skills: Mother taught him how to tailor, and his Master taught him the basics.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin)http://s1275.photobucket.com/user/Rune_Fireheart/media/2013-03-13_223438_zps704a7588.png.html Any other details you wish to share about your character: One time he sold a blade to a swordsman's apprentice for a few lessons so that is how he learned how to fight
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Ah, Screw it! “Guards!” I yelled with the mightiest yell I could muster but then I pulled out a sword and he a dagger. Then the shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars the perfect distraction for the guards. ”Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!” I Ran for the crowd in the hopes that I would lose him “Ow, Hey, watch it, Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.” Then the man arrives out of the crowd, I could tell what I thought, but children might be reading this so.. No way ”No witnesses.” The man said in the iciest voice that I had ever heard. ”Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!”
Luckily I have picked up some lessons in exchange for the swords that I made. Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins as it has been since the dawn of war. In my mind I think “Ok that swordsman (at the time I did not know he was just an apprentice) only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag..” As the blade nearly cuts my jugular I have only enough time for one thought, “Wow, that was to close.. Right I remember now! Now I have to move left and duck! This is going to hurt, now stab his hand!” I made a quick prayer as a felt the sting of blade sinking into my flesh it was worth it because I got a blow to his hand, as we both cry out in pain I yell “Medic” as I take this chance to stab the shady man in the side and use my sword to pin him there. My vision darkens as I hear a great bit of yelling and the clink clank of armor.
Then I woke up in a guard tower. “He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.” Said a gruff but warm voice. I spoke once “Does this mean that I can sleep in a hotel tonight.. That would be nice..” I slept for the next few days until my wounds were mostly healed. I never heard what happened to the Shady man, not that I much care, but I did hear of a hanging, maybe he was hanged when I left.
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps. The smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere!
Wait... I got an idea, “Hey Bandits!” I yelled. “What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..” The two men greedily looking at my things, gosh I hope this works “Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...” “Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?” I tried to remain calm as the got closer. “It is.... wel..” the second stronger one started to say before the first butted in, “Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.” This is my last chance,“I can prove it! Just listen!”
“I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth, besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?” Thank god that this one was the leader I thought. “Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go. “You’re not even considering this are you?” He tried to convince his buddy but at last the seemingly leader of the two said “Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.” With a breath of semi relief I said “Deal, I guess.” After a long reforging process in the closest forge we got back to the other bandit holding the old man hostage. He certainly looked less imposing without his armor, but they could still kill me, and more important then that I am a man of my word “Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.” He said to me “It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.” They left and we both sat and waited a bit, until the Old Man broke the ice. “Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me.” He said with a voice that seemed to slowly fade as he spoke. I responded “I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!” I ran off after that hearing the vaguest sound of a something like Thank you.. Hmm, thats new.. Never was thanked before my adventures...
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant:
“Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm...” I pointed at the rare metal “That one will do.” I said while trying to contain my excitement. He said “That will be 50 Minas,” That is a good deal but I knew I could get lower, “No way, this hunk of junk is the only thing on this cart that barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas, “Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!” he said, now I was in trouble until I saw it.
I noticed another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals, so I used this opportunity to bend the metal while he is watching and he gasped in disbelief. Here was my chance, “Want me to do this with your customers watching...” Now to draw a crowd, time to yell, “Hey everyone!” Before I had a chance to finish he said the words I wanted to hear “30 Minas!” “Sold!” I said but now a group gathered, one man asked me “What is it?,”and all I could muster was “umm, his deals are great.... He he he....”
I walked away in shame, vowing to not go back to that merchant ever.. Now later I got to thinking “At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Darn it.... Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too.... Maybe I could get some lessons with it!”
Minecraft Account Name:
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Us central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Tabletop rpgs and a few MMOs
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking up servers and this came up
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...ts-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Right here
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: An act of hiding in the lore of a game, to disappear and reappear as a new person
Metagaming: To use knowledge that you as a player know and that your character doesn’t. For example: I, as a player, may know that there is a creeper behind door number 3, it would be Metagaming to chose any other door, because My character does not know what is behind the doors, because he has not been here before. (added example so I could prove that I know my stuff now.)
Power-emoting: An act of forcing another person to participate in something that is not what they want to do...
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune Jackson Fireheart
Current Age: 23
Sub-race None
Past / History
My childhood was... sub-par at best. At the beginning it was good, see my dad told me long time ago my great great great grandfather was contacted by a Daemon, though the story was fuzzy and he did not give many details the gist is this, He completed a quest to destroy an unholy forge for the Daemon, who rewarded my grandfather with the information to make a more powerful forge then most. He made his own name, Fireheart and made a forge with the knowledge he gained. For generations the Firehearts had been blacksmiths. It was just me and my dad, since my Mom died in a battle or war, or something, I don’t know, Dad would not talk about it... He had taught me how to use a forge and I was getting pretty good until our name was permanently put into the dirt. My Dad was a good man, albeit a bit Fire and Brimstone when it came to religion.
Then when I turned 17 a great storm came and blew a huge chunk out of the house, and when we fixed it up, we found my the First Firehearts Journal, which showed that He didn’t make contact with the Daemon and Destroy the forge, He did something horrible.. He had practiced dark arts or consulted with an undead mage, He didn’t say how he learned to make it but
He made something which burned souls from the nether as a fuel. In the book he called it the “Soul Conduit” and found a way to hide the taint that slipped through the forge by putting it into the winds.
This went against the fundamentals of our religion and we were in a very religious village. The town hall was a makeshift church, and while no one was required to go, if you did not then you don't have much of a chance of living in the village without the entire town staring daggers into your back. Not that my dad needed the motivation to do this It is funny, the last thing me and my Dad did before that book was found was Dad buying me some church clothes, Then the villagers came in the night and marked all of our clothes with the mark of the Creeper. Making us lepers among them. The mark in our village means that we are sinners of the highest category. That book destroyed the bit of the Firehearts that were left. We were not a big family and now we were hunted down, blamed for everything that happened in town, I ran before I was killed and haven’t seen my dad since. I have been walking ever since, only stopping for a Tavern and when someone is in danger, having only the church clothes that my dad gave me all those long years ago.... Trying to find a real Daemon, I honestly don’t know why at this point... in the pit of my gut I feel that if I could do what the first Fireheart did in the stories, rather than what he did for real, maybe my name will be worth something for once.
Ambitions for the Future: To redeem his family name by making contact with a Daemon and completing the quest given to me
Personality: Semi Optimistic, Honorable, And a pinch Paranoia when it comes to new people due to past
Skills: Was an apprentice smith until the truth of the Fireheart Forge was discovered, OK with a sword but better with an anvil, A Photographic memory, and a little bit of tailoring (From having to re size and patch the clothes he has been wearing for years...
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Though my family was religious.. I am not so much anymore, I do stop by churches sometimes... When I can... Not as much as I should..
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Screw it!
Guards!
*Pulls out a sword and he a dagger*
*Shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars*
Me: Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!
*Runs for the crowd*
Me: Ow, Hey, watch it, Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.
*Man arrives out of the crowd*
Shady Man: No witnesses.
Me: Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!
*Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins*
Me Thinking: Ok My dad only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag.. *Blade nearly cuts his jugular* Wow, that was to close.. Right now I have to move left and duck! Now stab his hand!
*Gets stabbed but stabs the Shady mans hand. Both cry out in pain.*
Me: Medic
*My vision darkens... Then I wake up in the guard tower*
Guard: He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.
Me: Does this mean that I can get a good bed for the night, maybe in a hotel...
Guard: umm sure... I see what I can do for you
Me: I am going back to sleep now...
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps the smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere! Wait... I got an idea...
Me: Hey Bandits!
Bandit 1: What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..
Bandit 2:Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...
Me: Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?
Bandit 2: it is.... wel..
Bandit 1: Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.
Me: I can prove it! Just listen!
Bandit 2: I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth, besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?
Me: Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go.
Bandit 1: You’re not even considering this are you?
Bandit 2: Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.
Me: Deal, I guess.
*After a long reforging process in the closest forge...*
Me: Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.
Bandit 2: It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.
*They leave*
Old man: Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me
Me: I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!
*Runs off*
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant:
Me: Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm... *Points at the rare metal* That one will do.
Merchant: That will be 50 Minas (Just to note, that is ⅓ of the real price)
Me: No way, this hunk of junk barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas,
Merchant: Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!
*I notice another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals*
*Bend the metal while he is watching*
Merchant: waaa..
Me: Want me to do this with your customers watching... (Yells) Hey everyone!
Merchant: 30 Minas
Me: Sold!
*A group gathers*
Man 1: What is it?
Me: umm, his deals are great.... He he he....
*Walk away in shame,*
Thinking: At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Darn it.... Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too....
Minecraft Account Name:
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Us central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Tabletop rpgs and a few MMOs
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking up servers and this came up
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: An act of hiding in the lore of a game, to disappear and reappear as a new person
Meta-gaming: To take a game, and bend it into something better, something new....
Power-emoting: An act of forcing another person to participate in something that is not what they want to do...
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune Jackson Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race None
Past / History
My childhood was... sub-par at best. At the beginning it was good, see long time ago my great great great grandfather was contacted by a Daemon, though the story was fuzzy, He completed a quest to destroy an unholy forge for the Daemon, who rewarded my grandfather with the information to make a more powerful forge then most. He made his own name, Fireheart and made a forge with the knowledge he gained. It was just me and my dad, since my Mom died in a battle or something, I don’t know, Dad would not talk about it... He had taught me how to use a forge and I was getting pretty good.
Then when I turned 14 a great storm came and blew a huge chunk out of the house, and when we fixed it up, we found my the First Firehearts Journal, which showed that He did make contact with the Daemon and Destroy the forge but He did something horrible.. He had took the thing that had powered the forge, which burned souls from the nether. The book He then took the knowlege of the Daemon and the “Soul Conduit” and found a way to hid the taint that slipped through the forge by putting it into the winds.
This went against the fundamentals of God and our religion and we were a very religious family. In fact we had a church we went to, and the last thing me and my Dad did before that book was found was Dad buying me some church clothes..That book destroyed the bit of the Firehearts that were left. We were not a big family and now we were hunted down, blamed for everything that happened in town, I ran before I was killed and haven’t seen my dad since. I have been walking ever since, only stopping for a Tavern and when someone is in danger, having only the church clothes that his dad gave him, all those long years ago.... Trying to earn back the Daemons trust, to fix what my Grandfather broke.
Ambitions for the Future: To redeem his family name by making contact with a Daemon to fix the damage Between the Firehearts and the Daemons.
Personality: Semi Optimistic, Honorable, And a pinch Paranoia, when it comes to new people due to past
Skills: Was an apprentice smith until the truth of the Fireheart Forge was discovered, Ok with a sword but better with an anvil, A Photographic memory, and a little bit of tailoring (From having to re size and patch the clothes he has been wearing for years...
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Though my family was religious.. I am not so much anymore, I do stop by churches sometimes... When I can...
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: First I would mark him in my mind, so I could always know what he looks like. Then I would go to the guards and inform them that there might be a criminal on over where I was standing. Then comes the chase where, with blade in hand, I would rush to get him to the guards where he would be put through due process
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. Then I would sneak up behind them and Slit the firsts ones through this taking on of them down would allow me to run from the second and let the old man get away. Finally I would stab the last bandit till is keels over dead, loot them, and go to a tavern to drink what just happened away...
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: I would walk up to the stand and ask to see his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that the metal, while not impressive on the outside, is a rare metal that is easier to sharpen. I tell him that I want it for some filler for my boots and get off paying only ⅕ of its real price.
huh?sorry didn't know Scrach rule 3 outok got rid of it sorry did not know that that was agenst the rules srrybut pleas stills type in here i am just a newbe when it comes to these things.
Hello all who have come here. As you can tell by the title this topic is here so we can make a fake history for this new world. I have no idea what to put in here myself exsept this post expaining this topic so have at.
Rules,
1: Nothing like "This world was molded by my hand bla bka bla.
2: No troll stuff
No, you cannot use a LAN connection to host a minecraft server. Though you can set up a server using hamachi, or portforwarding, And how do you suppose you would get these viruses?
Well with port forwarding is that you have to deal with firewalls if a hacker found the port the host computer than it could give all the comps viruses ect.ect.... Also I do have Hamachi I just don't know how to use it.
I think that there should be a way to have two colors team up. So say you have a team of blue soldiers and a team of red soldiers and they both had a king and they haven't fought yet then you should be able to throw in a thing of the other teams dye (In the case a red dye to the blue team and a blue dye to the red team.) after that they won't fight each other and will still fight the other colors but they won't actively help the other team just to keep it fair..... I don't know though it really depends on what Koda wants... Also i don't know a thing about coding so I don't know how hard that would be..... but it
would be cool if you could do that!
I need help, me and my best friend both love Minecraft and we are trying to get a server set up, but we don't won't get viruses so I was wondering if some one could tell us if we can use a a LAN network to run Minecraft and if so then how? If you can help I would be very thankful. Rune
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How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Central Standard time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: On table tops and in other RPG games
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I looked up servers 1 year ago, found you, came back to apply
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/83985-rune-j-firehearts-application/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84078-deniedrune-j-firehearts-application-part-2-the-right-application/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84524-pendingrune-j-firehearts-application-revamped/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Will put link later with at the official site
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: The act of using the lore of the world that you're in to become another person. Most times the person that you make is an ideal that you have of a better person than yourself.
Metagaming: Using out of character knowledge to act to something in character like picking the red box over the blue because you know that a nicer sword is in the red box than the shield in the blue.
Power-emoting: The act of forcing someone to do something that they don’t want to do in game like saying that that person is incapble of hurting you no matter what, or forcing them to dance. Stuff like that is a big no no.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune J Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): (I will be using the first person...)
I was a normal kid, sort of. I had a Mom and Dad and a Brother Jack Fireheart. So you're probably wondering why I have such a weird name, well its like this, I was born in tavern somewhere on the road and when I was born my Dad got drunk for the first and last time in his life. Well when you’re drunk you don’t make the most sain calls and my mom was too tired to really care. My brother Jack was born a short time afterwards so I am only about a year older than him.
When I turned six my mom died to an arrow from a skeleton, but it was a mercy because she was sick... My dad had to go off for work about a year after that, but he never came back... so at age 7 I had to take care of my 6 year old brother. We lived in the slums of Arethor, working odd jobs just to live. At first it was just me working and my brother would beg on the streets. Then he turned 8 and wanted to work too and I was not going to stop him.
My favorite job was working in a Blacksmiths shop... I can not remember the name but all I know is even though I was just sweeping I loved being in there. I saw how the smith made hooks and knives and other things but I was always pushed out before I got to see to much. My second favorite job is that time me and Jack went to a farm to help collect the crop. It was relaxing. One day my brother got into a scrape with one of the slums kinds near the market distract. I could not get there in time before he was being beat down, he put up a good fight but one of the kids had a knife and got him on the leg.
Then a soldier came in and sent them away and carried my brother to the potion stall and paid for a potion to help him heal. My brother saw this and asked him if when he turned of age, if that soldier would recommend him to the military, the soldier said sure as long as he did it knowing what he was getting into he would help him. That was his way out of the slums, but not my out. I had to wait till I was 21 before I could get out of there.. When a blacksmith rolled into town. I knew this was my out, just like Jack had gotten.
So I went and begged to be taken as an apprentice, he said no but I kept asking until he broke down and said yes. I had been trained for a year before the old man died. Now I am on my own again... Maybe now I can find my brother, find out what happened to him after he left when he join the army...
Ambitions for the Future: Become one of the great smiths, and find his brother(I won’t ever be able to do that though...Since I made him up soo... Yeah...)
Personality: Morning person, happy. Strange given his life but the hottest flames make the strongest steel.
Skills: Mother taught him how to tailor, and his Master taught him the basics.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin) http://s1275.photobucket.com/user/Rune_Fireheart/media/2013-03-13_223438_zps704a7588.png.html
Any other details you wish to share about your character: One time he sold a blade to a swordsman's apprentice for a few lessons so that is how he learned how to fight
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst
in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily
making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no
good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Ah, looks like I have no choice! “Guards!” I yelled with the mightiest yell I could muster but then I pulled out a sword and he a dagger. Then the shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars the perfect distraction for the guards. ”Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!” I ran for the crowd in the hopes that I would lose him “Ow, watch it! Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.” Then the man arrives out of the crowd, I could tell what I thought, but children might be reading this so.. No way ”No witnesses.” The man said in the iciest voice that I had ever heard. ”Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!”
Luckily I have picked up some lessons in exchange for the swords that I made. Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins as it has been since the dawn of war. In my mind I think “That swordsman (at the time I did not know he was just an apprentice) only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag..” As the blade nearly cuts my jugular I have only enough time for one thought, “That was to close.. Right I remember now! Now I have to move left and duck! This is going to hurt, now stab his hand!”
I made a quick prayer as a felt the sting of blade sinking into my flesh it was worth it because I got a blow to his hand, as we both cry out in pain I yell “Medic” as I take this chance to stab the shady man in the side and use my sword to pin him there. My vision darkens as I hear a great bit of yelling and the clink clank of armor. Then I woke up in a guard tower. “He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.” Said a gruff but warm voice. I spoke once “Does this mean that I can sleep in a hotel tonight.. That would be nice..” I slept for the next few days until my wounds were mostly healed. I never heard what happened to the Shady man, not that I much care, but I did hear of a hanging, maybe he was hanged when I left.
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in
which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old
man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed
bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather
armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps. The smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere! Wait... I got an idea, “Hey Bandits!” I yelled. “What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..” The two men greedily looking at my things, I hope this works “Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...” “Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?” I tried to remain calm as the got closer. “It is.... wel..” the second stronger one started to say before the first butted in, “Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.” This is my last chance,“I can prove it! Just listen!”
“I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth, besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?” Thank the Creator that this one was the leader I thought. “Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go. “You’re not even considering this are you?” He tried to convince his buddy but at last the seemingly leader of the two said “Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.” With a breath of semi relief I said “Deal, I guess.” After a long reforging process in the closest forge we got back to the other bandit holding the old man hostage. He certainly looked less imposing without his armor, but they could still kill me, and more important then that I am a man of my word.
“Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.” He said to me “It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.” They left and we both sat and waited a bit, until the Old Man broke the ice. “Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me.” He said with a voice that seemed to slowly fade as he spoke. I responded “I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!” I ran off after that hearing the vaguest sound of a something like Thank you.. Hmm, thats new.. Never was thanked before my adventures...
3.
You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a
small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and
notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that
he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is
willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do?
(Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that
happens).
Answer:
I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me
a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would
notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for
metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a
rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant.
“Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm...” I pointed at the rare metal “That one will do.” I said while trying to contain my excitement. He said “That will be 50 Minas,” That is a good deal but I knew I could get lower, “No way, this hunk of junk is the only thing on this cart that barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas, “Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!” he said, now I was in trouble until I saw it .
I noticed another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals, so I used this opportunity to bend the metal while he is watching and he gasped in disbelief. Here was my chance, “Want me to do this with your customers watching...” Now to draw a crowd, time to yell, “Everyone!” Before I had a chance to finish he said the words I wanted to hear “30 Minas!” “Sold!” I said but now a group gathered, one man asked me “What is it?,”and all I could muster was “umm, his deals are great.... He he he....”
I walked away in shame, vowing to not go back to that merchant ever.. Now later I got to thinking “At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Just my luck, Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too.... Maybe I could get some lessons with it!”
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How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Central Standard time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: On table tops and in other RPG games
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I looked up servers 1 year ago, found you, came back to apply
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/83985-rune-j-firehearts-application/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84078-deniedrune-j-firehearts-application-part-2-the-right-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): This is the forum so yes..
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: The act of pretending to be someone else in a world not your own.
Metagaming: Using out of character knowledge to act to something in character
Power-emoting: The act of forcing someone to do something that they don’t want to do in game
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune J Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): None
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): (I will be using the first person...)
I was a normal kid, sort of. I had a Mom and Dad and a Brother Jack Fireheart. So you're probably wondering why I have such a weird name, well its like this, I was born in tavern somewhere on the road and when I was born my Dad got drunk for the first and last time in his life. Well when you’re drunk you don’t make the most sain calls and my mom was too tired to really care. My brother Jack was born a short time afterwards so I am only about a year older than him, When I turned six my mom died to an arrow from a skeleton, but it was a mercy because she was sick... My dad had to go off for work about a year after that, but he never came back... so at age 7 I had to take care of my 6 year old brother.
We lived in the slums of Arethor, working odd jobs just to live. At first it was just me working and my brother would beg on the streets. Then he turned 8 and wanted to work too and I was not going to stop him. My favorite job was working in a Blacksmiths shop... I can not remember the name but all I know is even though I was just sweeping I loved being in there. I saw how the smith made hooks and knives and other things but I was always pushed out before I got to see to much. One day my brother got into a scrape with one of the slums kinds near the market distract. I could not get there in time before he was being beat down, he put up a good fight but one of the kids had a knife and got him on the leg. Then a soldier came in and sent them away and carried my brother to the potion stall and paid for a potion to help him heal.
My brother saw this and asked him if when he turned of age, if that soldier would recommend him to the military, the soldier said sure as long as he did it knowing what he was getting into he would help him. That was his way out of the slums, but not my out. I had to wait till I was 21 before I could get out of there.. When a blacksmith rolled into town. I knew this was my out, just like Jack had gotten. So I went and begged to be taken as an apprentice, he said no but I kept asking until he broke down and said yes. I had been trained for a year before the old man died. Now I am on my own again... Maybe now I can find my brother, find out what happened to him after he left when he join the army...
Ambitions for the Future: Become one of the great smiths, and find his brother(I won’t ever be able to do that though...Since I made him up soo... Yeah...)
Personality: Morning person, happy. Strange given his life but the hottest flames make the strongest steel.
Skills: Mother taught him how to tailor, and his Master taught him the basics.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin) http://s1275.photobucket.com/user/Rune_Fireheart/media/2013-03-13_223438_zps704a7588.png.html
Any other details you wish to share about your character: One time he sold a blade to a swordsman's apprentice for a few lessons so that is how he learned how to fight
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst
in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily
making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no
good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Ah, Screw it! “Guards!” I yelled with the mightiest yell I could muster but then I pulled out a sword and he a dagger. Then the shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars the perfect distraction for the guards. ”Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!” I Ran for the crowd in the hopes that I would lose him “Ow, Hey, watch it, Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.” Then the man arrives out of the crowd, I could tell what I thought, but children might be reading this so.. No way ”No witnesses.” The man said in the iciest voice that I had ever heard. ”Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!”
Luckily I have picked up some lessons in exchange for the swords that I made. Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins as it has been since the dawn of war. In my mind I think “Ok that swordsman (at the time I did not know he was just an apprentice) only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag..” As the blade nearly cuts my jugular I have only enough time for one thought, “Wow, that was to close.. Right I remember now! Now I have to move left and duck! This is going to hurt, now stab his hand!” I made a quick prayer as a felt the sting of blade sinking into my flesh it was worth it because I got a blow to his hand, as we both cry out in pain I yell “Medic” as I take this chance to stab the shady man in the side and use my sword to pin him there. My vision darkens as I hear a great bit of yelling and the clink clank of armor.
Then I woke up in a guard tower. “He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.” Said a gruff but warm voice. I spoke once “Does this mean that I can sleep in a hotel tonight.. That would be nice..” I slept for the next few days until my wounds were mostly healed. I never heard what happened to the Shady man, not that I much care, but I did hear of a hanging, maybe he was hanged when I left.
Whilst
wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in
which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old
man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed
bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather
armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps. The smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere!
Wait... I got an idea, “Hey Bandits!” I yelled. “What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..” The two men greedily looking at my things, gosh I hope this works “Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...” “Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?” I tried to remain calm as the got closer. “It is.... wel..” the second stronger one started to say before the first butted in, “Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.” This is my last chance,“I can prove it! Just listen!”
“I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth,
besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?” Thank god that this one was the leader I thought. “Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go. “You’re not even considering this are you?” He tried to convince his buddy but at last the seemingly leader of the two said “Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.” With a breath of semi relief I said “Deal, I guess.” After a long reforging process in the closest forge we got back to the other bandit holding the old man hostage. He certainly looked less imposing without his armor, but they could still kill me, and more important then that I am a man of my word
“Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.” He said to me “It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.” They left and we both sat and waited a bit, until the Old Man broke the ice. “Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me.” He said with a voice that seemed to slowly fade as he spoke. I responded “I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!”
I ran off after that hearing the vaguest sound of a something like Thank you.. Hmm, thats new.. Never was thanked before my adventures...
3.
You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a
small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and
notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that
he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is
willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do?
(Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that
happens).
Answer:
I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me
a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would
notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for
metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a
rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how
you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant:
“Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm...” I pointed at the rare metal “That one will do.” I said while trying to contain my excitement. He said “That will be 50 Minas,” That is a good deal but I knew I could get lower, “No way, this hunk of junk is the only thing on this cart that barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas, “Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!” he said, now I was in trouble until I saw it.
I noticed another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals, so I used this opportunity to bend the metal while he is watching and he gasped in disbelief. Here was my chance, “Want me to do this with your customers watching...” Now to draw a crowd, time to yell, “Hey everyone!” Before I had a chance to finish he said the words I wanted to hear “30 Minas!” “Sold!” I said but now a group gathered, one man asked me “What is it?,”and all I could muster was “umm, his deals are great.... He he he....”
I walked away in shame, vowing to not go back to that merchant ever.. Now later I got to thinking “At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Darn it.... Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too.... Maybe I could get some lessons with it!”
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How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Us central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Tabletop rpgs and a few MMOs
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking up servers and this came up
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...ts-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Right here
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: An act of hiding in the lore of a game, to disappear and reappear as a new person
Metagaming: To use knowledge that you as a player know and that your character doesn’t. For example: I, as a player, may know that there is a creeper behind door number 3, it would be Metagaming to chose any other door, because My character does not know what is behind the doors, because he has not been here before. (added example so I could prove that I know my stuff now.)
Power-emoting: An act of forcing another person to participate in something that is not what they want to do...
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune Jackson Fireheart
Current Age: 23
Sub-race None
Past / History
My childhood was... sub-par at best. At the beginning it was good, see my dad told me long time ago my great great great grandfather was contacted by a Daemon, though the story was fuzzy and he did not give many details the gist is this, He completed a quest to destroy an unholy forge for the Daemon, who rewarded my grandfather with the information to make a more powerful forge then most. He made his own name, Fireheart and made a forge with the knowledge he gained. For generations the Firehearts had been blacksmiths. It was just me and my dad, since my Mom died in a battle or war, or something, I don’t know, Dad would not talk about it... He had taught me how to use a forge and I was getting pretty good until our name was permanently put into the dirt. My Dad was a good man, albeit a bit Fire and Brimstone when it came to religion.
Then when I turned 17 a great storm came and blew a huge chunk out of the house, and when we fixed it up, we found my the First Firehearts Journal, which showed that He didn’t make contact with the Daemon and Destroy the forge, He did something horrible.. He had practiced dark arts or consulted with an undead mage, He didn’t say how he learned to make it but
He made something which burned souls from the nether as a fuel. In the book he called it the “Soul Conduit” and found a way to hide the taint that slipped through the forge by putting it into the winds.
This went against the fundamentals of our religion and we were in a very religious village. The town hall was a makeshift church, and while no one was required to go, if you did not then you don't have much of a chance of living in the village without the entire town staring daggers into your back. Not that my dad needed the motivation to do this It is funny, the last thing me and my Dad did before that book was found was Dad buying me some church clothes, Then the villagers came in the night and marked all of our clothes with the mark of the Creeper. Making us lepers among them. The mark in our village means that we are sinners of the highest category. That book destroyed the bit of the Firehearts that were left. We were not a big family and now we were hunted down, blamed for everything that happened in town, I ran before I was killed and haven’t seen my dad since. I have been walking ever since, only stopping for a Tavern and when someone is in danger, having only the church clothes that my dad gave me all those long years ago.... Trying to find a real Daemon, I honestly don’t know why at this point... in the pit of my gut I feel that if I could do what the first Fireheart did in the stories, rather than what he did for real, maybe my name will be worth something for once.
Ambitions for the Future: To redeem his family name by making contact with a Daemon and completing the quest given to me
Personality: Semi Optimistic, Honorable, And a pinch Paranoia when it comes to new people due to past
Skills: Was an apprentice smith until the truth of the Fireheart Forge was discovered, OK with a sword but better with an anvil, A Photographic memory, and a little bit of tailoring (From having to re size and patch the clothes he has been wearing for years...
Appearance: Sadly due to some errors, I will post the image on photo bucket http://s1275.beta.ph...4a7588.png.html
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Though my family was religious.. I am not so much anymore, I do stop by churches sometimes... When I can... Not as much as I should..
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Something tells me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t deal with that guy... Screw it!
Guards!
*Pulls out a sword and he a dagger*
*Shady guy then throws a bag of Minas into the street, causing a feeding frenzy with the local beggars*
Me: Um, well this is, I got to get out of here!
*Runs for the crowd*
Me: Ow, Hey, watch it, Thank the Creator I am out of that mess, lets hope I lost him.
*Man arrives out of the crowd*
Shady Man: No witnesses.
Me: Looks like I have no choice... Let do it!
*Blades clash time and again, as the dance of dodging and attacking begins*
Me Thinking: Ok My dad only taught me one move, How to get the weapon out of the opponent's hand, Umm what was it ag.. *Blade nearly cuts his jugular* Wow, that was to close.. Right now I have to move left and duck! Now stab his hand!
*Gets stabbed but stabs the Shady mans hand. Both cry out in pain.*
Me: Medic
*My vision darkens... Then I wake up in the guard tower*
Guard: He is waking up... Do you know how lucky you are right now? Good thing that the crowd settled down when they did otherwise you would not have made it. That gash was nearly the end of you.
Me: Does this mean that I can get a good bed for the night, maybe in a hotel...
Guard: umm sure... I see what I can do for you
Me: I am going back to sleep now...
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. I Could sneak up behind them and kill the first one, but how? That armor does look like it is weaker in the back, poor saps the smith who made that for them scammed them by only making the back tough enough to stop a dull blade, a sharp one like mine could kill them. But how do I get to them without making a sound, there are twigs everywhere! Wait... I got an idea...
Me: Hey Bandits!
Bandit 1: What! Where did this rat come from.. No matter first we deal with him then the old man..
Bandit 2:Yeah.. That's a real nice sword he has there...
Me: Wait! What if I told you that your armor is defective?
Bandit 2: it is.... wel..
Bandit 1: Don’t listen to him, he is just stalling. Let’s kill him now and be done with it.
Me: I can prove it! Just listen!
Bandit 2: I think we should, it seems like the rat is telling the truth, besides if he is not, then we can just kill him. How is it defective?
Me: Your back plating is.. Well to put it lightly, crap. You are so vulnerable to an attack from behind that a dead man with a sharpened cheese knife could do you in. Just let me reforge and in exchange you let me and the old man go.
Bandit 1: You’re not even considering this are you?
Bandit 2: Yes I am, If you want some hero to come along and kill you be stabbing you in the back, that is fine by me. I want to live, but in case you're not telling the truth, I am taking the old man as collateral.
Me: Deal, I guess.
*After a long reforging process in the closest forge...*
Me: Now I warn you it is going to be heavier than when you last had it on, so I recommend not robbing anyone until you two get a feel for the additional weight. It might throw you off balance.
Bandit 2: It feels fine, now lets get before the next patrol comes by.
*They leave*
Old man: Thanks for saving my life, but why did you make them more dangerous just for an old man like me
Me: I didn’t, I know a bit about how to tailor, so I loosened the leather straps and made the armor weaker in the lower waist, they have about I would say... 3 days before that stuff falls apart. Just in case here is my last Minas, go to town and rent a room there, and be safe, Take care!
*Runs off*
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: I would walk up to the stand his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that it was, while not impressive on the outside, a rare metal that is easier to sharpen and is quite useful. This is how you reduce a price on metal with an unknowing merchant:
Me: Hmm.... It doesn’t seem there is anything of real value here, at least when making a weapon... I do need some cheap iron to weight my boots down with.. Hmm... *Points at the rare metal* That one will do.
Merchant: That will be 50 Minas (Just to note, that is ⅓ of the real price)
Me: No way, this hunk of junk barely passes for iron fillings for shoes., it might as well be gold when it comes to strength, 20 Minas,
Merchant: Nothing on my stand is junk! 40 Minas!
*I notice another iron that is really flexible, when crafted by a master it is a good light armor, and an apprentice can use it to get deals*
*Bend the metal while he is watching*
Merchant: waaa..
Me: Want me to do this with your customers watching... (Yells) Hey everyone!
Merchant: 30 Minas
Me: Sold!
*A group gathers*
Man 1: What is it?
Me: umm, his deals are great.... He he he....
*Walk away in shame,*
Thinking: At least I got this bad boy, and at a steal too... Wait a minute... That was nearly all my money right there... How am I supposed to get the rest of the materials and find a forge, Or eat for that matter. Darn it.... Maybe I can find a dwarf somewhere to sell this too....
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Minecraft Account Name:
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Us central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Tabletop rpgs and a few MMOs
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking up servers and this came up
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!
Role-playing: An act of hiding in the lore of a game, to disappear and reappear as a new person
Meta-gaming: To take a game, and bend it into something better, something new....
Power-emoting: An act of forcing another person to participate in something that is not what they want to do...
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rune Jackson Fireheart
Current Age: 22
Sub-race None
Past / History
My childhood was... sub-par at best. At the beginning it was good, see long time ago my great great great grandfather was contacted by a Daemon, though the story was fuzzy, He completed a quest to destroy an unholy forge for the Daemon, who rewarded my grandfather with the information to make a more powerful forge then most. He made his own name, Fireheart and made a forge with the knowledge he gained. It was just me and my dad, since my Mom died in a battle or something, I don’t know, Dad would not talk about it... He had taught me how to use a forge and I was getting pretty good.
Then when I turned 14 a great storm came and blew a huge chunk out of the house, and when we fixed it up, we found my the First Firehearts Journal, which showed that He did make contact with the Daemon and Destroy the forge but He did something horrible.. He had took the thing that had powered the forge, which burned souls from the nether. The book He then took the knowlege of the Daemon and the “Soul Conduit” and found a way to hid the taint that slipped through the forge by putting it into the winds.
This went against the fundamentals of God and our religion and we were a very religious family. In fact we had a church we went to, and the last thing me and my Dad did before that book was found was Dad buying me some church clothes..That book destroyed the bit of the Firehearts that were left. We were not a big family and now we were hunted down, blamed for everything that happened in town, I ran before I was killed and haven’t seen my dad since. I have been walking ever since, only stopping for a Tavern and when someone is in danger, having only the church clothes that his dad gave him, all those long years ago.... Trying to earn back the Daemons trust, to fix what my Grandfather broke.
Ambitions for the Future: To redeem his family name by making contact with a Daemon to fix the damage Between the Firehearts and the Daemons.
Personality: Semi Optimistic, Honorable, And a pinch Paranoia, when it comes to new people due to past
Skills: Was an apprentice smith until the truth of the Fireheart Forge was discovered, Ok with a sword but better with an anvil, A Photographic memory, and a little bit of tailoring (From having to re size and patch the clothes he has been wearing for years...
Appearance: Sadly due to some errors, I will post the image on photobukkit http://s1275.beta.ph...4a7588.png.html
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Though my family was religious.. I am not so much anymore, I do stop by churches sometimes... When I can...
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: First I would mark him in my mind, so I could always know what he looks like. Then I would go to the guards and inform them that there might be a criminal on over where I was standing. Then comes the chase where, with blade in hand, I would rush to get him to the guards where he would be put through due process
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer: I remain calm and do not jump to battle, besides I doubt I could take on the bandits unless I could jump them. Then I would sneak up behind them and Slit the firsts ones through this taking on of them down would allow me to run from the second and let the old man get away. Finally I would stab the last bandit till is keels over dead, loot them, and go to a tavern to drink what just happened away...
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: I would walk up to the stand and ask to see his collection of metals. He would show me a colorful display of iron from the different areas, then I would notice that one of them is better than the rest with my keen eye for metal I would notice that the metal, while not impressive on the outside, is a rare metal that is easier to sharpen. I tell him that I want it for some filler for my boots and get off paying only ⅕ of its real price.
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Rules,
1: Nothing like "This world was molded by my hand bla bka bla.
2: No troll stuff
Sorry for the typos lol.
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I try that!
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Well with port forwarding is that you have to deal with firewalls if a hacker found the port the host computer than it could give all the comps viruses ect.ect.... Also I do have Hamachi I just don't know how to use it.
How do get that working?
Finally I would like to thank everyone so far who replayed, You guys are great help!
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would be cool if you could do that!
Rune_Fireheart
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