OOC: Out of Character IGN: Rajaat Sources: I found this while scanning the Beta Survival Server forum. Why do you want to join: The server I had originally been a part of recently flat-lined and so I wanted to find a new, RP intensive server. This one caught my attention due to the amount of work and effort that had been put into the lore. I would love to contribute to the story and lore, current and prior.
IC (In Character) Name: Rajaat (I use it for in character as well. Out of character, most refer to me as Raj.) IC Age: Was born shortly after the demon mistake. Race: Forgotten One/Demon half breed Profession: For purposes of the application, Plain-walker. Otherwise, outcast.
Background:
She swore the cold had teeth. It bit through her armor and grazed across her skin, leaving her freezing despite the fire that danced before her. The weather had been warm until she had settled camp and it would take too much time and effort to pick up and move. She was tired and, despite the cold, she intended to relax as much as possible.
Leina fed another log to the fire, her back freezing and the part of her facing the blaze only cold. The log caught quickly, adding itself to the symphony of cracks and pops. She stared into the fire and pulled a blanket about her, beginning to doze off. She didn't feel like crawling back to the tent, convincing herself (as only the truly weary could) that it would take too much effort to reach it. She was fully awake and alert when the hand gently touched her shoulder.
She had turned, sword in hand, and was confronted by what she assumed was a man. It was difficult to tell under the layers of robes and veils, more so since the black fabric seemed to blend and blur with the night that surrounded them. The raised hand was not the color she expected: it was an off-green, somewhere between blue, green, and the natural skin tones of a human. It had talons.
"I mean you no harm." It said, its voice the whispering wind and crackling fire. Its hand disappeared into the folds of its cloak, obscured. She tried to make out its face, but could only see black eyes bordered by the suggestion of tattoos.
Leina sheathed her sword. "Obviously. Leastwise, not yet, eh?" The creature would have killed her if it had meant her harm. It could have just waited for her to truly fall asleep. She wasn't tired now, but still groggy enough that it would have an advantage if it rushed her. Talking meant just that: it wanted to talk. She sat back down, gesturing towards the fire. "Get to it then."
The creature moved to where she had indicated, but did not take a seat. She watched it, curious now. Her first assumption had been a demon, but there was something off about that. It wasn't like any of the infernals she ever met. It clearly wasn't human: it moved wrong. It chose its steps in a way that she would have found awkward, like its legs were a different shape.
"I apologize for alarming you. I wish to ask questions." It said. Or she thought it did. Hard to tell. She had the impression that it spoke words, but wasn't sure it said them aloud or if the sounds that surrounded her joined in chorus to fulfill the intention of words. "About what has come before."
"What? Speak plain, spirit." She said, fingering the talisman Jerold gave her. Leina hated being sneaked upon. Made her feel vulnerable. That's the last thing she wanted to feel.
"I am no spirit." It said, crooking a finger to correct her. She had not seen it remove its hand from the folds of its robes. "I am flesh and blood, like yourself. I will 'speak plain'. I have been asleep for a long time. I wish to know your history."
"I wasn't the best student. You're better off finding someone else." She said with a shrug. And to the Nether with you. Making me uncomfortable. "So get on your way, whatever you might be."
"Please. I would be very grateful." It said, opening the palm of its hand. Gold dropped to the ground between them. Not a lot, but enough to get her attention. "Fine. Listen up, then."
And she spoke. She told the creature of the demons, how they have been encroaching on the territories of men and Elves in recent nights and their constant conflict with the Dwarves. How the Children of Light were doing whatever it was Children of Light did. It didn't speak or respond, so she began telling of old legends. Of the Ages, of the First War and constant struggles that have been a reality of this world since humans had been a part of it. How Elves fought Children of Light, who in turn fought the Demons, who in turn battled endlessly with the Dwarves. She felt comfortable with these stories: she was raised on them.
She spoke of the rise of the dead, the appearance of the dread Creepers and fickle spiders. It listened intently. Only when she stopped speaking did it finally respond. "Thank you." It said. The creature made to leave her in peace, at which point she stood and beckoned it to stay. She was strangely comfortable with this beast now, having spoken to it for so long. "Did you know none of this? Not even the Creepers? Surely you seen a skeleton before?"
It paused. Leina almost thought it would leave without responding, but it did finally turn to face her again. "I have been asleep for a long time."
"Well, I would have been asleep. I been jawing all night: you owe me a story." She couldn't help it. It's why she was thrown out of the military: too curious to have good sense or follow orders, to headstrong to keep her mouth she. Despite herself and the strange situation she was in, she grinned. "So get talkin'."
It paused again. She liked to think she shocked it and took it as a personal victory. "Very well." It said. "My name is Rajaat. I was born long ago, near the dawning of the Ages. Before the time of the Elves and soon after the birth of Demonkind.
When demons were first crafted by the now forgotten ones, there was a brief period of chaos when their creators attempted to contain them. Some of the first demons were far from intelligent, still waking from the pains of birth. Others had a wicked intellect. It was from the ranks of this second group that my father came. My mother was his victim, and in short time, mine as well."
"Your father was a demon?" Leina said. So her first instincts were right. She felt her hand straying towards her sword. She had been careless: it may have woven some spell on her to weaken her mental defenses. But then, it hadn't done anything to her and had been about to leave. "Creators, forgotten ones?"
"My mother's kind are powerful. They could weave the red dusts into organic material and form life, and so they did. They had a hand in the Children of Light, accidentally created the demons, and all in between were their works as well as I have come to understand it. The Children and Demons are unique in that another hand guided their shape, but the Forgotten still had much to say about the form took."
"Great. Least I know who to blame. Where do you fit in?"
"I do not. I am an outsider, hidden away by those who followed my mother. She was a Master Experimenter, as it would be said in your tongue. Her servants carried out her last wish, which was to seal and hide me from the High Experimenter and the rest of our people. It was to ensure that I could develop on my own, without interference. An experiment, rather than out of any love for my person.
And now here I am. The seal has broken and I have had much time to contemplate what I am and what I shall do. With your information, I know what I intend."
"Great. Really glad for you. Before you start burning down cities and say I inspired you, do you mind telling me what you got in mind?" She said, pulling herself to her feet. Her sword was drawn, but lowered. A quiet threat. "So I know whether or not I should stop you."
"Nothing so vulgar. I wish to be a master of lore. I wish to experience and record all that I can, and form a council of like-minded individuals. I wish to create a city devoted to knowledge, so that it may be protected and shared with all. I had nothing but books and observation. Now it is time to revere knowledge as it should be. In time, if I succeed, I will make this into a neutral land where the races may converse with one another. A safe port amidst the storm."
"They're not going to get along."
"They do not have to. Thank you for your time. May we meet again." It turned and stepped out of the circle of trees. She was alone. When finally she fell asleep, she found her dreams drifting to the strange figure she had met and his own dreams.
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I hope this is sufficient. I'm happy to help with lore if and when I am accepted, after seeing what the server is like.
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OOC: Out of Character IGN: Rajaat Sources: I found this while scanning the Beta Survival Server forum. Why do you want to join: The server I had originally been a part of recently flat-lined and so I wanted to find a new, RP intensive server. This one caught my attention due to the amount of work and effort that had been put into the lore. I would love to contribute to the story and lore, current and prior.
IC (In Character) Name: Rajaat (I use it for in character as well. Out of character, most refer to me as Raj.) IC Age: Was born shortly after the demon mistake. Race: Forgotten One/Demon half breed Profession: For purposes of the application, Plain-walker. Otherwise, outcast.
Background:
She swore the cold had teeth. It bit through her armor and grazed across her skin, leaving her freezing despite the fire that danced before her. The weather had been warm until she had settled camp and it would take too much time and effort to pick up and move. She was tired and, despite the cold, she intended to relax as much as possible.
Leina fed another log to the fire, her back freezing and the part of her facing the blaze only cold. The log caught quickly, adding itself to the symphony of cracks and pops. She stared into the fire and pulled a blanket about her, beginning to doze off. She didn't feel like crawling back to the tent, convincing herself (as only the truly weary could) that it would take too much effort to reach it. She was fully awake and alert when the hand gently touched her shoulder.
She had turned, sword in hand, and was confronted by what she assumed was a man. It was difficult to tell under the layers of robes and veils, more so since the black fabric seemed to blend and blur with the night that surrounded them. The raised hand was not the color she expected: it was an off-green, somewhere between blue, green, and the natural skin tones of a human. It had talons.
"I mean you no harm." It said, its voice the whispering wind and crackling fire. Its hand disappeared into the folds of its cloak, obscured. She tried to make out its face, but could only see black eyes bordered by the suggestion of tattoos.
Leina sheathed her sword. "Obviously. Leastwise, not yet, eh?" The creature would have killed her if it had meant her harm. It could have just waited for her to truly fall asleep. She wasn't tired now, but still groggy enough that it would have an advantage if it rushed her. Talking meant just that: it wanted to talk. She sat back down, gesturing towards the fire. "Get to it then."
The creature moved to where she had indicated, but did not take a seat. She watched it, curious now. Her first assumption had been a demon, but there was something off about that. It wasn't like any of the infernals she ever met. It clearly wasn't human: it moved wrong. It chose its steps in a way that she would have found awkward, like its legs were a different shape.
"I apologize for alarming you. I wish to ask questions." It said. Or she thought it did. Hard to tell. She had the impression that it spoke words, but wasn't sure it said them aloud or if the sounds that surrounded her joined in chorus to fulfill the intention of words. "About what has come before."
"What? Speak plain, spirit." She said, fingering the talisman Jerold gave her. Leina hated being sneaked upon. Made her feel vulnerable. That's the last thing she wanted to feel.
"I am no spirit." It said, crooking a finger to correct her. She had not seen it remove its hand from the folds of its robes. "I am flesh and blood, like yourself. I will 'speak plain'. I have been asleep for a long time. I wish to know your history."
"I wasn't the best student. You're better off finding someone else." She said with a shrug. And to the Nether with you. Making me uncomfortable. "So get on your way, whatever you might be."
"Please. I would be very grateful." It said, opening the palm of its hand. Gold dropped to the ground between them. Not a lot, but enough to get her attention. "Fine. Listen up, then."
And she spoke. She told the creature of the demons, how they have been encroaching on the territories of men and Elves in recent nights and their constant conflict with the Dwarves. How the Children of Light were doing whatever it was Children of Light did. It didn't speak or respond, so she began telling of old legends. Of the Ages, of the First War and constant struggles that have been a reality of this world since humans had been a part of it. How Elves fought Children of Light, who in turn fought the Demons, who in turn battled endlessly with the Dwarves. She felt comfortable with these stories: she was raised on them.
She spoke of the rise of the dead, the appearance of the dread Creepers and fickle spiders. It listened intently. Only when she stopped speaking did it finally respond. "Thank you." It said. The creature made to leave her in peace, at which point she stood and beckoned it to stay. She was strangely comfortable with this beast now, having spoken to it for so long. "Did you know none of this? Not even the Creepers? Surely you seen a skeleton before?"
It paused. Leina almost thought it would leave without responding, but it did finally turn to face her again. "I have been asleep for a long time."
"Well, I would have been asleep. I been jawing all night: you owe me a story." She couldn't help it. It's why she was thrown out of the military: too curious to have good sense or follow orders, to headstrong to keep her mouth she. Despite herself and the strange situation she was in, she grinned. "So get talkin'."
It paused again. She liked to think she shocked it and took it as a personal victory. "Very well." It said. "My name is Rajaat. I was born long ago, near the dawning of the Ages. Before the time of the Elves and soon after the birth of Demonkind.
When demons were first crafted by the now forgotten ones, there was a brief period of chaos when their creators attempted to contain them. Some of the first demons were far from intelligent, still waking from the pains of birth. Others had a wicked intellect. It was from the ranks of this second group that my father came. My mother was his victim, and in short time, mine as well."
"Your father was a demon?" Leina said. So her first instincts were right. She felt her hand straying towards her sword. She had been careless: it may have woven some spell on her to weaken her mental defenses. But then, it hadn't done anything to her and had been about to leave. "Creators, forgotten ones?"
"My mother's kind are powerful. They could weave the red dusts into organic material and form life, and so they did. They had a hand in the Children of Light, accidentally created the demons, and all in between were their works as well as I have come to understand it. The Children and Demons are unique in that another hand guided their shape, but the Forgotten still had much to say about the form took."
"Great. Least I know who to blame. Where do you fit in?"
"I do not. I am an outsider, hidden away by those who followed my mother. She was a Master Experimenter, as it would be said in your tongue. Her servants carried out her last wish, which was to seal and hide me from the High Experimenter and the rest of our people. It was to ensure that I could develop on my own, without interference. An experiment, rather than out of any love for my person.
And now here I am. The seal has broken and I have had much time to contemplate what I am and what I shall do. With your information, I know what I intend."
"Great. Really glad for you. Before you start burning down cities and say I inspired you, do you mind telling me what you got in mind?" She said, pulling herself to her feet. Her sword was drawn, but lowered. A quiet threat. "So I know whether or not I should stop you."
"Nothing so vulgar. I wish to be a master of lore. I wish to experience and record all that I can, and form a council of like-minded individuals. I wish to create a city devoted to knowledge, so that it may be protected and shared with all. I had nothing but books and observation. Now it is time to revere knowledge as it should be. In time, if I succeed, I will make this into a neutral land where the races may converse with one another. A safe port amidst the storm."
"They're not going to get along."
"They do not have to. Thank you for your time. May we meet again." It turned and stepped out of the circle of trees. She was alone. When finally she fell asleep, she found her dreams drifting to the strange figure she had met and his own dreams.
~
I hope this is sufficient. I'm happy to help with lore if and when I am accepted, after seeing what the server is like.
Accepted! Welcome to the Kingdom
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OOC: Out of Character IGN: Jamjar Sources: My younger brother recomended me, IGN: maximotheone Why do you want to join:After looking at the server from my brother i realized how much fun it would be and after being in a few RP servers myself for many various games including MC i felt it would be the right move for me. IC (In Character) Name: Rasul Goldbridge IC Age: 18 Race: Human (Bandit) Profession: Explorer (The Higher) Background: Rasul grew up in a large farming community in Estalix,being the eldest of 4 siblings His father was a noble hard working farmer suddenly called to arms by declaration of the King. It was years after when Rasul was 10 years old, he had learned of his father going missing in combat and presumed dead, which broke his family apart. His mother Arlene was devastated, trying to support for her family and keep the farm going.
At the age of 16 Rasul was a handy worker on the farm and was very much incharge of the keeping of it while his mother tended his other brother and sisters. It was one day when he was tending to the farm he discovered a small pocket watch which had belonged to his father. Looking at it brought back many happy memories of his father and yet he shed a tear at the thought of his death. It was at this point he decided to leave his family and go in search of his missing farther hoping that he would still be alive after 6 years.
On his travels he had learned of his fathers adventure to Aeonis and decided to head there for the best chance of finding clues, Still only young, he was encountered by a group of older men, who attacked him and stole his supplies, this changed a switch in Rasul mind and suddenly his intentions changed, still weak he tried to follow the gang of bandits to take revenge, after a long time following, he passed out on the side of the road.
When he awoke Rasul noticed a firmiluer , it was one of the bandits who had previously attacked him. After a long conversation the Bandits decided to bring him in as there own and teach him the ways of the Bandit, Rasul accepted hoping this path would slowly lead him to finding his father.
The bandits set out for the Kingdom of Aeonis, where our story continues....
Accepted!
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OOC: John
IGN: SpeedyBlue98
Sources: BlueGold10 told me about this server and recommended it.
Why Do You want to join: IT sounds like alot of fun I have been searching for a server kind of like this.
name: Striker Eagle
IC age: 38
Race: Elf
Profession:Skrmisher
Background: I was once a prince of men. then one day The palace was attacked, i ran into hiding. I gatherd a small force to try and take back my kingdom. My troops turned on me and I fled.
OOC: John
IGN: SpeedyBlue98
Sources: BlueGold10 told me about this server and recommended it.
Why Do You want to join: IT sounds like alot of fun I have been searching for a server kind of like this.
name: Striker Eagle
IC age: 38
Race: Elf
Profession:Skrmisher
Background: I was once a prince of men. then one day The palace was attacked, i ran into hiding. I gatherd a small force to try and take back my kingdom. My troops turned on me and I fled.
You need to work more on your backround. Try adding more detail.
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OOC: Out of Character
IGN: Valiantbrasser
Sources: PokemonAsh
Why do you want to join: It is an fun server and i like it but right now i want to change to dwarves :smile.gif:
IC Thorik
IC Age: 24
Race: dwarf
Profession: Item smith
Background: Thorik was born in the little cave town that is named N'shira. But when he was twelve years old his parents moved to an other town named L"mona he met a few friends there and all was fun and nice, But then it all changed when Trolls attacked when he was 16. His parents were killed but he was still alive and was really lonely then, he went back to his old town N'shira and found his old Family and lived with his uncle. He teached Thorik all the basics of mining and fighting. When he was 20 he found himself a find dwarven girl and all was nice and happy again! But what he didn't know at that time was that the Trolls were searching him cause for some reason he was special for them. Back to the story --> But when he was 21 the Trolls came out of nothing and killed his girlfriend and took him as prisoner. He was transported to an strange land named Aeonis thats where he is now and he is trying to find the evil Trolls and kill them and search for why he was special for them!
Accepted
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OOC: Out of Character
IGN: Taraxius
Sources: Did anyone recommend this server to you? If so, who? Nobody recommended this to me
Why do you want to join: I like to RP, but i also like to be a warrior, as i usally do when i join RP servers, and this one seems balenced, so i decided to fill out this app.
IC (In Character)
Name: Sean
IC Age: 18
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Background: Sean was born on a small hill in an un-known village called Kilmuchridge. He would walk down the hill every day to get the towns suply of water and crops. One dat a tribe of gnomes that lived in the fields raided the village of its food and water. The gnomes are much more powerfull than the villages guard and soon the village came under rule of these monsters. Sean, after months, had enough of this and started to round up people for a counter attack. In doing so a war broke out. Even tho, at this time, Sean was only 16 he was skilled in swords mastery and built a small army to help fight back the gomes. One day the gnomes lauched a suprise attack on the small village which cought Sean off guard but he wasnt about to give in. He sounded the alarm in within seconds his army was at his side. The gnomes attacked, the villagers hid, and Sean and his army attacked with great force!
But little did he know this wasnt an ordinary raid. While Sean and his army attacked, a secret assassin sneaked into his hut, and killed his mother and father. Seans older brother, Seamus, managed to get away. When Sean got back to his hut, he was horrified at what had happened, and knew he was next. So Sean went out, and left the small village, to protect them from raids, because they gonmes would soon find out that he was gone. Sean said to himself "This isnt over....." just befor the village of Kilmuchridge was out of his sight.
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OOC: Matt
IGN: RULEROFCRAFT
Sources: Did anyone recommend this server to you? If so, who?
Why do you want to join: I'm a heavy RPer and love to battle, build and adventure! I am also out of a server because i wasn't active but i will promise to be active on this server if not you can kick me what do you have to lose?
IC (In Character)
Name: Rock J Kovv
IC Age: 25
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Background: People don't usually ask for my background because i haven't much to tell... I was born to farmers... They died in a farm fire... I was rescued by soldiers who i fell loyal to and trained with for a good 20 years... 4 years later i'm out of a job, have no friends, and my guardian soldiers have left to war. I don't know what to do so i travel for 4 months till i find this place... a magical place... a place that doesn't care where so much i'm from or who i am but a place the ill accept me and gladly want my help... It better want my help... I need help...
Yesterday i noticed it had said i was white listed so then the next day i attempted to join the server but it still says im not white listed. Maybe you could have misspelled my name? It is xXRampageXx202.
OOC: Damian
IGN: BurningSoulFlare
Sources: RULEROFCRAFT
Why do you want to join: I would like to join because I love RPing. I also like to help others while playing in-game.
IC Name: Drakora
IC Age: 25
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Background: I can't remember where I was born, or where I grew up, but I do know my age and name. My name is Drakora, a human. I don't know what happened because supposedly I was diagnosed with amnesia. For ten years I was wondering where I came from, where to go, who I was... And who to trust... I met a man who never mentioned his name, and he told me that there was a place for me at the Warrior's Den. I come to be here today to seek warrior-ship.
that would be awesome. we do need some bandit lore.
Ill just send it too you now too- Just to look at and for your opinion.
EDITED: Has been sent. Enjoy!
IGN: Rajaat
Sources: I found this while scanning the Beta Survival Server forum.
Why do you want to join: The server I had originally been a part of recently flat-lined and so I wanted to find a new, RP intensive server. This one caught my attention due to the amount of work and effort that had been put into the lore. I would love to contribute to the story and lore, current and prior.
IC (In Character)
Name: Rajaat (I use it for in character as well. Out of character, most refer to me as Raj.)
IC Age: Was born shortly after the demon mistake.
Race: Forgotten One/Demon half breed
Profession: For purposes of the application, Plain-walker. Otherwise, outcast.
Background:
She swore the cold had teeth. It bit through her armor and grazed across her skin, leaving her freezing despite the fire that danced before her. The weather had been warm until she had settled camp and it would take too much time and effort to pick up and move. She was tired and, despite the cold, she intended to relax as much as possible.
Leina fed another log to the fire, her back freezing and the part of her facing the blaze only cold. The log caught quickly, adding itself to the symphony of cracks and pops. She stared into the fire and pulled a blanket about her, beginning to doze off. She didn't feel like crawling back to the tent, convincing herself (as only the truly weary could) that it would take too much effort to reach it. She was fully awake and alert when the hand gently touched her shoulder.
She had turned, sword in hand, and was confronted by what she assumed was a man. It was difficult to tell under the layers of robes and veils, more so since the black fabric seemed to blend and blur with the night that surrounded them. The raised hand was not the color she expected: it was an off-green, somewhere between blue, green, and the natural skin tones of a human. It had talons.
"I mean you no harm." It said, its voice the whispering wind and crackling fire. Its hand disappeared into the folds of its cloak, obscured. She tried to make out its face, but could only see black eyes bordered by the suggestion of tattoos.
Leina sheathed her sword. "Obviously. Leastwise, not yet, eh?" The creature would have killed her if it had meant her harm. It could have just waited for her to truly fall asleep. She wasn't tired now, but still groggy enough that it would have an advantage if it rushed her. Talking meant just that: it wanted to talk. She sat back down, gesturing towards the fire. "Get to it then."
The creature moved to where she had indicated, but did not take a seat. She watched it, curious now. Her first assumption had been a demon, but there was something off about that. It wasn't like any of the infernals she ever met. It clearly wasn't human: it moved wrong. It chose its steps in a way that she would have found awkward, like its legs were a different shape.
"I apologize for alarming you. I wish to ask questions." It said. Or she thought it did. Hard to tell. She had the impression that it spoke words, but wasn't sure it said them aloud or if the sounds that surrounded her joined in chorus to fulfill the intention of words. "About what has come before."
"What? Speak plain, spirit." She said, fingering the talisman Jerold gave her. Leina hated being sneaked upon. Made her feel vulnerable. That's the last thing she wanted to feel.
"I am no spirit." It said, crooking a finger to correct her. She had not seen it remove its hand from the folds of its robes. "I am flesh and blood, like yourself. I will 'speak plain'. I have been asleep for a long time. I wish to know your history."
"I wasn't the best student. You're better off finding someone else." She said with a shrug. And to the Nether with you. Making me uncomfortable. "So get on your way, whatever you might be."
"Please. I would be very grateful." It said, opening the palm of its hand. Gold dropped to the ground between them. Not a lot, but enough to get her attention. "Fine. Listen up, then."
And she spoke. She told the creature of the demons, how they have been encroaching on the territories of men and Elves in recent nights and their constant conflict with the Dwarves. How the Children of Light were doing whatever it was Children of Light did. It didn't speak or respond, so she began telling of old legends. Of the Ages, of the First War and constant struggles that have been a reality of this world since humans had been a part of it. How Elves fought Children of Light, who in turn fought the Demons, who in turn battled endlessly with the Dwarves. She felt comfortable with these stories: she was raised on them.
She spoke of the rise of the dead, the appearance of the dread Creepers and fickle spiders. It listened intently. Only when she stopped speaking did it finally respond. "Thank you." It said. The creature made to leave her in peace, at which point she stood and beckoned it to stay. She was strangely comfortable with this beast now, having spoken to it for so long. "Did you know none of this? Not even the Creepers? Surely you seen a skeleton before?"
It paused. Leina almost thought it would leave without responding, but it did finally turn to face her again. "I have been asleep for a long time."
"Well, I would have been asleep. I been jawing all night: you owe me a story." She couldn't help it. It's why she was thrown out of the military: too curious to have good sense or follow orders, to headstrong to keep her mouth she. Despite herself and the strange situation she was in, she grinned. "So get talkin'."
It paused again. She liked to think she shocked it and took it as a personal victory. "Very well." It said. "My name is Rajaat. I was born long ago, near the dawning of the Ages. Before the time of the Elves and soon after the birth of Demonkind.
When demons were first crafted by the now forgotten ones, there was a brief period of chaos when their creators attempted to contain them. Some of the first demons were far from intelligent, still waking from the pains of birth. Others had a wicked intellect. It was from the ranks of this second group that my father came. My mother was his victim, and in short time, mine as well."
"Your father was a demon?" Leina said. So her first instincts were right. She felt her hand straying towards her sword. She had been careless: it may have woven some spell on her to weaken her mental defenses. But then, it hadn't done anything to her and had been about to leave. "Creators, forgotten ones?"
"My mother's kind are powerful. They could weave the red dusts into organic material and form life, and so they did. They had a hand in the Children of Light, accidentally created the demons, and all in between were their works as well as I have come to understand it. The Children and Demons are unique in that another hand guided their shape, but the Forgotten still had much to say about the form took."
"Great. Least I know who to blame. Where do you fit in?"
"I do not. I am an outsider, hidden away by those who followed my mother. She was a Master Experimenter, as it would be said in your tongue. Her servants carried out her last wish, which was to seal and hide me from the High Experimenter and the rest of our people. It was to ensure that I could develop on my own, without interference. An experiment, rather than out of any love for my person.
And now here I am. The seal has broken and I have had much time to contemplate what I am and what I shall do. With your information, I know what I intend."
"Great. Really glad for you. Before you start burning down cities and say I inspired you, do you mind telling me what you got in mind?" She said, pulling herself to her feet. Her sword was drawn, but lowered. A quiet threat. "So I know whether or not I should stop you."
"Nothing so vulgar. I wish to be a master of lore. I wish to experience and record all that I can, and form a council of like-minded individuals. I wish to create a city devoted to knowledge, so that it may be protected and shared with all. I had nothing but books and observation. Now it is time to revere knowledge as it should be. In time, if I succeed, I will make this into a neutral land where the races may converse with one another. A safe port amidst the storm."
"They're not going to get along."
"They do not have to. Thank you for your time. May we meet again." It turned and stepped out of the circle of trees. She was alone. When finally she fell asleep, she found her dreams drifting to the strange figure she had met and his own dreams.
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I hope this is sufficient. I'm happy to help with lore if and when I am accepted, after seeing what the server is like.
Accepted!
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Thank you! This'll be fun. :happy.gif:
Accepted!
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
IGN: SpeedyBlue98
Sources: BlueGold10 told me about this server and recommended it.
Why Do You want to join: IT sounds like alot of fun I have been searching for a server kind of like this.
name: Striker Eagle
IC age: 38
Race: Elf
Profession:Skrmisher
Background: I was once a prince of men. then one day The palace was attacked, i ran into hiding. I gatherd a small force to try and take back my kingdom. My troops turned on me and I fled.
You need to work more on your backround. Try adding more detail.
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Accepted
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Accepted
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Again.
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IGN: RULEROFCRAFT
Sources: Did anyone recommend this server to you? If so, who?
Why do you want to join: I'm a heavy RPer and love to battle, build and adventure! I am also out of a server because i wasn't active but i will promise to be active on this server if not you can kick me what do you have to lose?
IC (In Character)
Name: Rock J Kovv
IC Age: 25
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Background: People don't usually ask for my background because i haven't much to tell... I was born to farmers... They died in a farm fire... I was rescued by soldiers who i fell loyal to and trained with for a good 20 years... 4 years later i'm out of a job, have no friends, and my guardian soldiers have left to war. I don't know what to do so i travel for 4 months till i find this place... a magical place... a place that doesn't care where so much i'm from or who i am but a place the ill accept me and gladly want my help... It better want my help... I need help...
Gonarr, good to see you here!
IGN: BurningSoulFlare
Sources: RULEROFCRAFT
Why do you want to join: I would like to join because I love RPing. I also like to help others while playing in-game.
IC Name: Drakora
IC Age: 25
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Background: I can't remember where I was born, or where I grew up, but I do know my age and name. My name is Drakora, a human. I don't know what happened because supposedly I was diagnosed with amnesia. For ten years I was wondering where I came from, where to go, who I was... And who to trust... I met a man who never mentioned his name, and he told me that there was a place for me at the Warrior's Den. I come to be here today to seek warrior-ship.
gonarr
BurningSoulFlare
Accepted! Welcome!
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Ashtheking
Try now, you should be whitelisted.
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...