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Yeah definitely denied, Remi112. Poor RP sample, and FYI, it's best not to incorrectly correct somebody of whom you're trying to impress. Especially when you're 13 :smile.gif:. Thank for your application. Kind of.
I'll try one last time. Hope this does the trick. Minecraft User Name: MrCarraway Age: 18 Character Name: Etash Character Age: 27 Character Gender: Male Character Bio: Etash is a humble guard for his hometown. He wanted to pursue the medical field, but because of his inability to remember things quickly, he was stuck being a guard for his home. He hates his job, but has no other choice. He has adept combat skills, but can't compare to the other guards. He has supporting friends who help him get by, and that makes him happy. He does have the advantage of being able to be a good negotiator, but even that is not looked upon in his city. RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate Why I want to join: I want to join a fun, engaging, and interesting server. RP Sample: Etash was patrolling the streets on a snowy night, when he saw a robbery taking place. He runs over to the robber and tries to stop him, but the thief is too quick for him, and gets away. A nearby guard comes to help, but decides to scorn Etash for his weak physical attributes. The next day, he is called the the Hall of Leaders. When he gets there, he is stripped of his weapon and forced to sit in a chair. He learns that the leaders have decided to exile Etash because of his inability to rise to his job. They escort him outside the city with nothing. He then decides to go to another town, where he'll be accepted for being him. He sees a group of raiders preparing to attack the town, and decides not to do anything to help the people who hate him so much. One day, he learns that the attack failed, and he signs and continues his search. Type out a paragraph about what your character would do after waking up in the hut with little memories.
Etash awakes from a very strange dream, only to find himself in a hut. he gets out of the bed and though about the water that he had drank the night before. Did the water do this? He tries to remember what he was doing, but can't remember anything besides his name. He spots a road and questions whether or not to to follow it. He decides to follow it and find out what exactly happened to him.
P.S: Pillow's don't count.
Welcome to Dalencourt, MrCarraway! We will go ahead and start you on a probationary period wherein we would like to see how you interact with the current members. To be honest, we have no desire for an ego-inflated character, so hopefully there will be no remnants of the previous applications embedded in Etash. Thank you for your understanding, and we'll see you online!
Welcome to Dalencourt, MrCarraway! We will go ahead and start you on a probationary period wherein we would like to see how you interact with the current members. To be honest, we have no desire for an ego-inflated character, so hopefully there will be no remnants of the previous applications embedded in Etash. Thank you for your understanding, and we'll see you online!
Don't worry. He's not. He's not all that good with an ego or skills for a reason.
Minecraft User Name:Spoomoniz
Age:15
Character Name:Elyweir
Character Age: 16
Character Gender:female
Character Bio:Elyweir comes from a long line of powerful druids, in fact it was during her training that the nightmare started, bandits raided her family compound and she was the only survivor, she wandered in the wilderness for days before she finally came upon a small farming community, they took her in and raised her as their own, in return, she would give small magical favors, she was living the perfect life and was set to be married, but on her wedding day a mad sorceror stole her away and forced her to marry him instead, she now lives out her life trying to bring good to the sorcerors victims, and trying to unite a rebellion against the sorceror!
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):Beginner
Why I want to join: I've ALWAYS wanted to try RPing
RP Sample: Elyweir sauntered down the market square smiling at everyone she walked by, today she was walking on clouds, it was perfect, the sun was shining the birds were singing, and she had not a care in the world, suddenly, a strange man came out of nowhere and charged into her, grabbing her purse of money and running, for a few seconds she was stunned, then she burst into action, waving her hands in intricate symbols she muttered a word of power, roots sprang up from the ground and wrapped around the robbers feet. Now she sauntered over to the trapped thief, smiling as the roots began to encase his entire body....
Type out a paragraph about what your character would do after waking up in the hut with little memories.
She awoke with a start and stared frightened she had lost...something, she couldn't remember, springing to her feet she took inventory of her surroundings, a drab wooden hut, nothing here, starting to the door she jumped back a fear, a rat had scurried in front of her, reaching the door she walked outside and felt instant relief, this is what she had been missing, this...connection with the world starting down a path she didn't care where she ended up, she was just glad for the journey
Minecraft User Name:Spoomoniz
Age:15
Character Name:Elyweir
Character Age: 16
Character Gender:female
Character Bio:Elyweir comes from a long line of powerful druids, in fact it was during her training that the nightmare started, bandits raided her family compound and she was the only survivor, she wandered in the wilderness for days before she finally came upon a small farming community, they took her in and raised her as their own, in return, she would give small magical favors, she was living the perfect life and was set to be married, but on her wedding day a mad sorceror stole her away and forced her to marry him instead, she now lives out her life trying to bring good to the sorcerors victims, and trying to unite a rebellion against the sorceror!
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):Beginner
Why I want to join: I've ALWAYS wanted to try RPing
RP Sample: Elyweir sauntered down the market square smiling at everyone she walked by, today she was walking on clouds, it was perfect, the sun was shining the birds were singing, and she had not a care in the world, suddenly, a strange man came out of nowhere and charged into her, grabbing her purse of money and running, for a few seconds she was stunned, then she burst into action, waving her hands in intricate symbols she muttered a word of power, roots sprang up from the ground and wrapped around the robbers feet. Now she sauntered over to the trapped thief, smiling as the roots began to encase his entire body....
Type out a paragraph about what your character would do after waking up in the hut with little memories.
She awoke with a start and stared frightened she had lost...something, she couldn't remember, springing to her feet she took inventory of her surroundings, a drab wooden hut, nothing here, starting to the door she jumped back a fear, a rat had scurried in front of her, reaching the door she walked outside and felt instant relief, this is what she had been missing, this...connection with the world starting down a path she didn't care where she ended up, she was just glad for the journey
Pillow doesn't count!
Welcome to Dalencourt, Elyweir! Sooo I really like the content, but you should probably consider a period or two. Run on sentences are distracting. Other than that, I think you'll fit in nicely! I'll white-list you right now.
Minecraft User Name: faotemaru Age: 20 Character Name: Faor Character Age: 22 Character Gender: Male Character Bio: A great continent in the sky, known as Zoroa, floats above the deep, endless blue that millions of people look up to every day. This continent is hidden by clouds, where many people live day-to-day. Faor was one of these people. He himself wasn't all that important, nor was there much about him that very many people liked, aside from the fact that he ran the local smith in the town that he lived, often using magic to improve the quality of his goods. But other than this, he lived his days day in and day out, smithing tools for passerbys that could pay him. But, however, it was a dangerous job! The floating continent was already suffering from scarce resources, forcing many miners, including Faor, to go further down into the continent near the very bottom to mine for certain ores. The rising prices caused Faor's smithery to eventually go broke, and he was forced out into the streets.
With little to survive with but drink from the water and work for whatever scraps of food left, he one day drank from the town's water supply... RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): I'd like to say advanced, but I've seen what other people can do. I'd place myself at intermediate. Why I want to join: I've never tried a Roleplaying server before, ever, and I'd like to give it a shot! RP Sample:
Awoken, suddenly, with a rush of breathing and sweaty palms, the young smith forced himself to sit upwards to immediately ascertain his situation. What... what is this? A hut? Faor mentally noted, slowly putting his body to the test by forcing it upwards, only to have it collapse towards the ground again with a thud. "Ah!" He yelped, feeling his rather weak muscles give way as he tumbled back down.
And then, the throbbing pain in his mind hit him. He was unsure if it had always been there from when he woke up, or if it came suddenly, but it was there now. His head throbbed, and it hurt, his hands almost immediately gravitated to his forehead and pressed on it, to alleviate the pain that coursed through his skull and pulsated throughout the rest of his body.
"... Where is this place anyways?" Faor Asked himself the inevitable question. The place certainly felt alien to him, alien enough to--
Now that he thought about it... Why was it alien? He didn't remember anything but his name.
Pillows don't count. ... If they're filled with rocks. Now, feather pillows, those do.
I like what I see, Faor! Welcome to Dalencourt! I'll white-list you immediately.
I was wondering when I could be expected to be whitelisted, as I've tried to enter the server multiple times to no avail. Did you input my minecraft username correctly (faotemaru)?
Character Bio:
Born into a loving family Avaedra grew to be a caring and considerate woman. Her parents had read to her many stories throughout her childhood, which contributed to her love for reading and writing. She always accompanied her father to his smithy whenever she could, fascinated by the way her father always fashioned his weapons. Some said he was the best swordsmith in the region.
As Avaedra grew older, she was an apprentice with him for a short time. He suddenly grew sick and passed away a few months later. Disappointed that she may never learn the secret recipe and technique of forging, and that business was slow since she took over, she and her mother closed the smithy. While cleaning it out, though, Avaedra had found a small notebook full of seemingly coded writings. Perhaps this was her father's notes on how he created his weapons? She longed to go out and create a smithy just as successful, so she set out in search of enough fund and the perfect place to set up shop.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate with forum RPing at least O.o
Why I want to join: Server roleplaying is new to me and I'd love to learn; I've done forum RPing before though.
RP Sample:
Avaedra woke up with a start. Her clothes were damp and her head buzzed as if she had a hang over. She clutched it in one hand while sitting up. "What happened...?" she said in a low voice, looking around. It was a small hut. A few provisions lay here and there, but otherwise it was a bland place. How did I get here? She tried to get up, but the buzzing in her head made her feel too sluggish. I might as well wait this out. She relaxed a little, wondering what lay beyond the confines of the hut.
Pillows full of bananas count. Pillows full of TNT don't.
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I was wondering when I could be expected to be whitelisted, as I've tried to enter the server multiple times to no avail. Did you input my minecraft username correctly (faotemaru)?
Sorry to bother you!
You should be all set now - sorry for the confusion. I probably spelled your acc name wrong.Welcome, Avadrea! Your application has been accepted, and don't worry, server RP is simply forum RP with a higher frequency of smaller posts. No worries if you're new to the idea, we'll do what we can to help you along! Please check back to the start of the thread soon as I will be posting a link to the Dalencourt website.
Minecraft User Name: zappa101
Age: 15
Character Name: Ivellios Xiloscient
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: male
Character Bio: Ivellios was raised at multiple orphanages, the one that had affected him the most was was the pillow doesn't count orphanage, this place made him start to hate the world. He would roam the streets until he saw something he wanted, he would use his abilities in magic to get what he wanted. He was often tortured by his foster parents. They were terrible and Ivellios had contemplated suicide multiple times, but his younger brother was the only reason he didn't. when Ivellios was 25 he left the orphanage on his own free will. he payed weekly visits to talk to his brother. But then a year passed and Ivellios had gone to the orphanage to speak to his little brother. But when he showed up what he saw had scarred him for life. They had poisoned him. He decided to run, while him and his brother were on the run they had stopped for a drink at a nearby river.
He has woken up in this hut very confused as to where he is and what is going on. he then remembers his little brother and begins to frantically search for him. He decides to set out for these other survivors with no memory except for his brother...
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): i would say intermediate and almost advanced.
Why I want to join: because i have been searching for a rpg server for who knows how long, and this one sounds like a really cool one, i like your guys idea.
RP Sample:
The aging alchemist Gilman awaited an appointment with a customer, but that did not make the mysterious, nocturnal visitor any more welcome. His silver however was, and Gilman knew well enough not to inquire too deeply into its source. It rankled him that respectable patrons were so rare these days with the rise of the mystic cult Masgrah, which seemed to be developing into a full blown hanse. The members, which included most of the aristocracy of the city of Magnus, were forbidden to deal with outsiders except as absolutely necessary. Gilman refused to give into these ecomonmic coercions but unless he did something soon his business would fail.
His eminent customer’s medicinal orders were some of the few means of support he could find in his toubled situation, tough the covertness often bothered Gilman. Gilman had wondered about the man since he had first entered his laboratory almost a year past. At first appearance the youth seemed to be among the riffraff commonly encountered in the poorer sections of any city the size of Magnus. He appeared unwashed, unkept, and half-starved; his clothing little more than rags. His face seemed a battlefield of pox scars. But the feature which repulsed Gilman most was the constant twitches and jerks which wracked the youth’s frame. Still, he possessed two qualities which did not align with this image: money and a classical education. Gilman often worried about the source of funds which allowed him to acquire such rare ingredients at what Gilman well knew to be inflated costs. He had been similarly astounded to glimpse the youth’s knowledge in classical science and literature in their discussions. So great was his education that Gilman often wondered why his own services were required by the youth at all. But then the youth’s unsteadiness and nervous aggitation would be a major hindrance in the laboratory. The youth’s background was one mystery into which this well-meaning investigator would not pry as he feared the prospect of losing such a monetary find.
Minecraft User Name: zappa101
Age: 15
Character Name: Ivellios Xiloscient
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: male
Character Bio: Ivellios was raised at multiple orphanages, the one that had affected him the most was was the pillow doesn't count orphanage, this place made him start to hate the world. He would roam the streets until he saw something he wanted, he would use his abilities in magic to get what he wanted. He was often tortured by his foster parents. They were terrible and Ivellios had contemplated suicide multiple times, but his younger brother was the only reason he didn't. when Ivellios was 25 he left the orphanage on his own free will. he payed weekly visits to talk to his brother. But then a year passed and Ivellios had gone to the orphanage to speak to his little brother. But when he showed up what he saw had scarred him for life. They had poisoned him. He decided to run, while him and his brother were on the run they had stopped for a drink at a nearby river.
He has woken up in this hut very confused as to where he is and what is going on. he then remembers his little brother and begins to frantically search for him. He decides to set out for these other survivors with no memory except for his brother...
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): i would say intermediate and almost advanced.
Why I want to join: because i have been searching for a rpg server for who knows how long, and this one sounds like a really cool one, i like your guys idea.
RP Sample:
The aging alchemist Gilman awaited an appointment with a customer, but that did not make the mysterious, nocturnal visitor any more welcome. His silver however was, and Gilman knew well enough not to inquire too deeply into its source. It rankled him that respectable patrons were so rare these days with the rise of the mystic cult Masgrah, which seemed to be developing into a full blown hanse. The members, which included most of the aristocracy of the city of Magnus, were forbidden to deal with outsiders except as absolutely necessary. Gilman refused to give into these ecomonmic coercions but unless he did something soon his business would fail.
His eminent customer’s medicinal orders were some of the few means of support he could find in his toubled situation, tough the covertness often bothered Gilman. Gilman had wondered about the man since he had first entered his laboratory almost a year past. At first appearance the youth seemed to be among the riffraff commonly encountered in the poorer sections of any city the size of Magnus. He appeared unwashed, unkept, and half-starved; his clothing little more than rags. His face seemed a battlefield of pox scars. But the feature which repulsed Gilman most was the constant twitches and jerks which wracked the youth’s frame. Still, he possessed two qualities which did not align with this image: money and a classical education. Gilman often worried about the source of funds which allowed him to acquire such rare ingredients at what Gilman well knew to be inflated costs. He had been similarly astounded to glimpse the youth’s knowledge in classical science and literature in their discussions. So great was his education that Gilman often wondered why his own services were required by the youth at all. But then the youth’s unsteadiness and nervous aggitation would be a major hindrance in the laboratory. The youth’s background was one mystery into which this well-meaning investigator would not pry as he feared the prospect of losing such a monetary find.
A fine orphanage indeed, Welcome to Dalencourt. You will be whitelisted shortly.
Yeah definitely denied, Remi112. Poor RP sample, and FYI, it's best not to incorrectly correct somebody of whom you're trying to impress. Especially when you're 13 :smile.gif:. Thank for your application. Kind of.
Welcome to Dalencourt, MrCarraway! We will go ahead and start you on a probationary period wherein we would like to see how you interact with the current members. To be honest, we have no desire for an ego-inflated character, so hopefully there will be no remnants of the previous applications embedded in Etash. Thank you for your understanding, and we'll see you online!
Don't worry. He's not. He's not all that good with an ego or skills for a reason.
Not that worried about it. We'll get applicants.
Age:15
Character Name:Elyweir
Character Age: 16
Character Gender:female
Character Bio:Elyweir comes from a long line of powerful druids, in fact it was during her training that the nightmare started, bandits raided her family compound and she was the only survivor, she wandered in the wilderness for days before she finally came upon a small farming community, they took her in and raised her as their own, in return, she would give small magical favors, she was living the perfect life and was set to be married, but on her wedding day a mad sorceror stole her away and forced her to marry him instead, she now lives out her life trying to bring good to the sorcerors victims, and trying to unite a rebellion against the sorceror!
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner):Beginner
Why I want to join: I've ALWAYS wanted to try RPing
RP Sample: Elyweir sauntered down the market square smiling at everyone she walked by, today she was walking on clouds, it was perfect, the sun was shining the birds were singing, and she had not a care in the world, suddenly, a strange man came out of nowhere and charged into her, grabbing her purse of money and running, for a few seconds she was stunned, then she burst into action, waving her hands in intricate symbols she muttered a word of power, roots sprang up from the ground and wrapped around the robbers feet. Now she sauntered over to the trapped thief, smiling as the roots began to encase his entire body....
Type out a paragraph about what your character would do after waking up in the hut with little memories.
She awoke with a start and stared frightened she had lost...something, she couldn't remember, springing to her feet she took inventory of her surroundings, a drab wooden hut, nothing here, starting to the door she jumped back a fear, a rat had scurried in front of her, reaching the door she walked outside and felt instant relief, this is what she had been missing, this...connection with the world starting down a path she didn't care where she ended up, she was just glad for the journey
Pillow doesn't count!
Welcome to Dalencourt, Elyweir! Sooo I really like the content, but you should probably consider a period or two. Run on sentences are distracting. Other than that, I think you'll fit in nicely! I'll white-list you right now.
Age: 20
Character Name: Faor
Character Age: 22
Character Gender: Male
Character Bio: A great continent in the sky, known as Zoroa, floats above the deep, endless blue that millions of people look up to every day. This continent is hidden by clouds, where many people live day-to-day. Faor was one of these people. He himself wasn't all that important, nor was there much about him that very many people liked, aside from the fact that he ran the local smith in the town that he lived, often using magic to improve the quality of his goods. But other than this, he lived his days day in and day out, smithing tools for passerbys that could pay him. But, however, it was a dangerous job! The floating continent was already suffering from scarce resources, forcing many miners, including Faor, to go further down into the continent near the very bottom to mine for certain ores. The rising prices caused Faor's smithery to eventually go broke, and he was forced out into the streets.
With little to survive with but drink from the water and work for whatever scraps of food left, he one day drank from the town's water supply...
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): I'd like to say advanced, but I've seen what other people can do. I'd place myself at intermediate.
Why I want to join: I've never tried a Roleplaying server before, ever, and I'd like to give it a shot!
RP Sample:
Awoken, suddenly, with a rush of breathing and sweaty palms, the young smith forced himself to sit upwards to immediately ascertain his situation. What... what is this? A hut? Faor mentally noted, slowly putting his body to the test by forcing it upwards, only to have it collapse towards the ground again with a thud. "Ah!" He yelped, feeling his rather weak muscles give way as he tumbled back down.
And then, the throbbing pain in his mind hit him. He was unsure if it had always been there from when he woke up, or if it came suddenly, but it was there now. His head throbbed, and it hurt, his hands almost immediately gravitated to his forehead and pressed on it, to alleviate the pain that coursed through his skull and pulsated throughout the rest of his body.
"... Where is this place anyways?" Faor Asked himself the inevitable question. The place certainly felt alien to him, alien enough to--
Now that he thought about it... Why was it alien? He didn't remember anything but his name.
Pillows don't count. ... If they're filled with rocks. Now, feather pillows, those do.
I was wondering when I could be expected to be whitelisted, as I've tried to enter the server multiple times to no avail. Did you input my minecraft username correctly (faotemaru)?
Sorry to bother you!
Age: 18
Character Name: Avadrea
Character Age: 22
Character Gender: Female
Character Bio:
Born into a loving family Avaedra grew to be a caring and considerate woman. Her parents had read to her many stories throughout her childhood, which contributed to her love for reading and writing. She always accompanied her father to his smithy whenever she could, fascinated by the way her father always fashioned his weapons. Some said he was the best swordsmith in the region.
As Avaedra grew older, she was an apprentice with him for a short time. He suddenly grew sick and passed away a few months later. Disappointed that she may never learn the secret recipe and technique of forging, and that business was slow since she took over, she and her mother closed the smithy. While cleaning it out, though, Avaedra had found a small notebook full of seemingly coded writings. Perhaps this was her father's notes on how he created his weapons? She longed to go out and create a smithy just as successful, so she set out in search of enough fund and the perfect place to set up shop.
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): Intermediate with forum RPing at least O.o
Why I want to join: Server roleplaying is new to me and I'd love to learn; I've done forum RPing before though.
RP Sample:
Avaedra woke up with a start. Her clothes were damp and her head buzzed as if she had a hang over. She clutched it in one hand while sitting up. "What happened...?" she said in a low voice, looking around. It was a small hut. A few provisions lay here and there, but otherwise it was a bland place. How did I get here? She tried to get up, but the buzzing in her head made her feel too sluggish. I might as well wait this out. She relaxed a little, wondering what lay beyond the confines of the hut.
Pillows full of bananas count. Pillows full of TNT don't.
The laws of magic are absolute. The laws of physics are optional.
You should be all set now - sorry for the confusion. I probably spelled your acc name wrong.Welcome, Avadrea! Your application has been accepted, and don't worry, server RP is simply forum RP with a higher frequency of smaller posts. No worries if you're new to the idea, we'll do what we can to help you along! Please check back to the start of the thread soon as I will be posting a link to the Dalencourt website.
Age: 15
Character Name: Ivellios Xiloscient
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: male
Character Bio: Ivellios was raised at multiple orphanages, the one that had affected him the most was was the pillow doesn't count orphanage, this place made him start to hate the world. He would roam the streets until he saw something he wanted, he would use his abilities in magic to get what he wanted. He was often tortured by his foster parents. They were terrible and Ivellios had contemplated suicide multiple times, but his younger brother was the only reason he didn't. when Ivellios was 25 he left the orphanage on his own free will. he payed weekly visits to talk to his brother. But then a year passed and Ivellios had gone to the orphanage to speak to his little brother. But when he showed up what he saw had scarred him for life. They had poisoned him. He decided to run, while him and his brother were on the run they had stopped for a drink at a nearby river.
He has woken up in this hut very confused as to where he is and what is going on. he then remembers his little brother and begins to frantically search for him. He decides to set out for these other survivors with no memory except for his brother...
RP Ability (Advanced/Intermediate/Beginner): i would say intermediate and almost advanced.
Why I want to join: because i have been searching for a rpg server for who knows how long, and this one sounds like a really cool one, i like your guys idea.
RP Sample:
The aging alchemist Gilman awaited an appointment with a customer, but that did not make the mysterious, nocturnal visitor any more welcome. His silver however was, and Gilman knew well enough not to inquire too deeply into its source. It rankled him that respectable patrons were so rare these days with the rise of the mystic cult Masgrah, which seemed to be developing into a full blown hanse. The members, which included most of the aristocracy of the city of Magnus, were forbidden to deal with outsiders except as absolutely necessary. Gilman refused to give into these ecomonmic coercions but unless he did something soon his business would fail.
His eminent customer’s medicinal orders were some of the few means of support he could find in his toubled situation, tough the covertness often bothered Gilman. Gilman had wondered about the man since he had first entered his laboratory almost a year past. At first appearance the youth seemed to be among the riffraff commonly encountered in the poorer sections of any city the size of Magnus. He appeared unwashed, unkept, and half-starved; his clothing little more than rags. His face seemed a battlefield of pox scars. But the feature which repulsed Gilman most was the constant twitches and jerks which wracked the youth’s frame. Still, he possessed two qualities which did not align with this image: money and a classical education. Gilman often worried about the source of funds which allowed him to acquire such rare ingredients at what Gilman well knew to be inflated costs. He had been similarly astounded to glimpse the youth’s knowledge in classical science and literature in their discussions. So great was his education that Gilman often wondered why his own services were required by the youth at all. But then the youth’s unsteadiness and nervous aggitation would be a major hindrance in the laboratory. The youth’s background was one mystery into which this well-meaning investigator would not pry as he feared the prospect of losing such a monetary find.
A fine orphanage indeed, Welcome to Dalencourt. You will be whitelisted shortly.