When exploring everything you do is strictly IC you are never OOC regardless of what someone may say. (If someone says they are OOC ScreenCap and send to an Admin)
There is very minimal PVP the rules on PVP shall be mentioned below.
When in a persons home, town or city there will be absolutely no killing of said persons livestock.
This is a Mature server so we are not bothered about things that may be considered that. (Sex, Alcohol Indulgence, Vulgar Language.)
No Cursing or all caps when talking in Global. (If anyone does this then please screencap it and send it to an admin.[Also Please keep global talk to a minimum as you may accidentally metagame while doing so.])
Please respect everyone as if they were a member of staff, this simply means be polite when talking to people.
Bullying is a big no, If you are found out to be bullying someone or harassing them continuously then you will get instantly perma-banned. (This must have good proof behind it so Multiple Screencaps of different occasions to make sure that it was not something else.)
There is ABSOLUTELY NO griefing no matter what your excuse may be.
When Raiding you MUST announce it in the raid channel, This being /raidwarning You must also have declared war on said faction - When at war the killing of livestock and horses is allowed and not breaking the original no killing livestock rule. When commencing a raid you must first make sure that you have the sufficient amount of people involved this means that there must be 1-2 extra people on the defending persons faction. (If somebody breaks this rule take a screenshot and send it to the admins.) This is almost the only circumstance where PVP is allowed.
This is a small section as there will be very minimal PVP as this is an intense RP server.
When wishing to engage in PVP you must first notify the party you are attacking and present yourself clearly.
PVP may only be commenced when there is a group of four or more people this includes both the attackers and the defenders.
A version of the raiding rule applies here where you cannot have more attackers than defenders so it could only be (1:3 2:2 Attackers:Defenders)
As we use McMMO on this server I am laying out some basic rules to the plugin, Nobody is to grind your McMMO. If you use a mob grinder to get experience that is okay, but do not sit there for long periods of time and grind your skills in particular. The one main thing to mention is that Acrobatics is in NO WAY grindable no jumping of a cliff over and over again as that would cause your character great physical injuries and as I said everything you do on the server is In-Character.
(This will be filled out as the server grows and Characters find out more things)
Also, to those of you who like the renders, know this:
I intend to do monthly/bi-monthly renders of the map that will include all the player-progress that has been built! That means if your faction builds and impressive city, it could be rendered like many of the above renders!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
How did you find this server?: Dalton/Skype contact back from the Ravien server tuk-tuk
IC: Lady Arivana Ambershard
Name: Arivana Ambershard
Personality: free-spirited, playful, stubborn, bold, rough, mild-mannered, intelligent, tomboyish at times
Appearance: 5'4'', female, hazel eyes with midnight blue hair, slender body type, wears clothes to hide her appearance as a female, but becomes quite apparent when up close and/or talking to her. she has a gentle face, but hides the fact she is never afraid. She is fond of her fathers tan travel cloak, she stay quick on her feet by wearing shorts and simple shoes. She wears casual clothing all the time.(due to her time in castles, and royal courts, she has light skin, no visible marks on her person) most of the time she keeps her hair short, and sometimes in a wild pony tail in the back. She has a similar appearance to a huntress.
Ambitions: to lead a life away from what it means to be a "Royal Lady" and become what she believes should be different, a free life, outside the castle walls.
Likes: Hunting, Acrobatics, Exploring, Being open and free, laughing, a good drink, new ideas, her trusty Bow
Dislikes: being patient,a royal lady, snobs, frou-frou, locked up inside castle walls, nobles, those that stand for justice
Roleplay Example: Arivana was sitting on top of her house, looking up at the bright blue sky smiling slightly. She was sitting on the edge of the house far enough to swing her legs back and forth, daydreaming like she usually does during a slow morning. Then coming back to reality, Arivana jumps down graceful to the ground, landing on her feet perfectly like an acrobat. Arivana walks down the cobblestone pathway toward the tavern, a nice cool breeze swoops on by, she clenches on her coat as it passes. The streets seem to have a lack activity assuming most of the people are tending the farms out on the west side, prepping it for harvest. As she entered the tavern, she got a good smell of the smoked meat in the air accompanied by the strong odor of mead. There were a few people around, 4-5 males talking about yesterday big catch.
No person paid any attention to Arivana, she appeared like a silhouette and moved toward the bar, she took a nice seat near the back wall. Arivana said with a smooth tone" bartender, a pint of honeybutter beer" she takes out 2 silver and slides it across the bar. The bartender nods, and reaches out under the bar and pulls out a clean pint cup, pockets the silver, and takes the pint to the tap, and fills it to the brim. Then the bartender sets it down next to Arivana on the bar. Arivana says " those men are very proud of that catch yesterday, huh?" The bartender replies " Yeah... But its always about fishing, the fish they catch look all the same to me".
Arivana response" mhm... this place is a farm and fishing village after all, what else would they talk about?". Bartender replies " Oh you would be surprised, they talked about some orcs that came through here a week ago". Arivana says " that is indeed rare, you don't see many orcs around these parts". Bartender replies" mhm, true indeed", then Arivana takes a good drink of the honeybutter beer and relaxes back in her seat.
How did you find this server?: Will and Dalton recommended me from Aeonis.
Name: Damian Maruu
Personality: Damian calls himself 'The Wisest In The Land', and sometimes, 'The Wise Man Atop The Mountain'. He does this only to make himself feel better, but, he is one of the wisest after all. As the new land was created, he studied it as he went through his life, poking around for clues and secrets hidden from the people. He learned about the nature, the animals, what life was around and what life was not. This got him into trouble many times with others. Sometimes, the only way to find the secrets were to snoop into people's land to discover them. He is quite empathetic, more so than anyone he's met so far. He does not enjoy killing as much as the next new warrior, but if it needs to be done, he will take care of it. Damian is one of those people who talk to themselves when no one else is around, quietly sings or hums to himself, and especially talks to himself when he is confused or angered.
Appearance: Damian is of the older type, and you think he would be slower than most. That is, quite frankly, not the case. He had to do many athletic things to get to the knowledge he's at, keeping him fit most of his life. He has a scruffy beard around his mouth and chin, up his jaw bones to his sideburns. It was mostly black, but, white hair was forming on the inside. He doesn't seem to shave too often, always studying more and more, having no time to. He doesn't look like the fittest twenty one year old in the land, but, he has his charm of muscle. His hair is parted to the left side, because of how his hair is formed, and is kept to his favorite length. It does not look like a schoolboy's hair, patted down with water and parted, but up in the air a little, falls in his face and must be pushed back up. At times, curls form at the back of his head. It seems his hair never stops growing, but a for-sure is, his hair is very thick. He changes between outfits. When he's adventuring, he usually wears something that seems Dwarvish, but human size. Other times, when he is in his study or strolling through the land, he dawns a dark gray coat, a hood hanging on the back of it, the sleeves go down to his hands, and the coat itself hangs down to his boots. He was also about 5'7-5'8.
Ambitions: Damian wants to be able to be called the wisest man around, or even better.. Wisest Man in history! He is a bit.. Anti-social, which keeps him from talking to any other people, and sometimes even his son and wife. But he hopes to move that away from his personality when he gets just a bit older. He always wanted a young boy at his side, and currently has a son, in his earlier years, roaming around with his mother. He wanted to get marriage and kids done quickly, so his studies would keep him from continuing his family name through a male.
Likes: Damian loves to read and write on his own time. He especially enjoys both when he is not forced to do it. He writes down what he sees, puts illustrations in the pages, and publishes them as books in his library. He sometimes even loans the books to people for their kid, or them to read. When he has the time, he absolutely loves to go on adventures like when he was young.
Dislikes: If there's one thing Damian does not like.. It's probably ignorant and stupid people! Not to sound rude, but, anyone who is idiotic in the sense they always get caught doing something bad and always /do/ something bad, they are not one of Damian's likes. War is not his favorite thing either, but the excitement can either make him enjoy it, or hate it entirely. He has a few scars, though, one on his face and a few on his chest and arms. He does not like people seeing them, as he feels embarrassed and ashamed.
Damian's snoring stopped at a halt as he twitched, clearing his throat and sniffling as he stood from his somewhat throne, setting down a book he had been reading (that he had of course wrote) on a table and making his way to the library. "Stupid rumbling mountain!" He would yell at, lowering his tone to a mumble. "Seems I can't get any sleep here with this mountain hungry for Dwarves." He lit a lantern, taking it into his back-room secret library. "Mountains.. Mountains.. Where is my book on mountains." He began to pull out books. "Blagh." Throwing the book behind him, he grabbed another book. "There And Back Agai- Egh. No." Another book thrown behind him. "Narn- When did I write these damn books!" Another. "Mountains: For Humans. There we are!" He took the book, closing the hidden door and setting the book on his table. "'Mountains are not alive, they just seem like they're hungry for Dwarves.'" He nodded, closing the book. "It's a good thing I wrote everything down, I forget quite easily." He set down the lantern, making his way to the door of his House on the Mountain.
He breathed in the air, not having stepped outside for a few days. He placed his hands on his hips, nodding after a few minutes and turning around. "Enough fresh air for the week. Or at least until I run out of food." He smiled, walking past the public library part of his home. He sat back down in his seat, sighing. A moment later, he stood and walked out his front door again. "Might as well see how my son is doing." He headed into the very small village, but good for the population, and headed to a shop where he found his son. His son quickly turned, running over into the smiling Damian's arms. "Father!" Damian lifted him up in a hug. "Phew, I'm getting old, son, and you need to stop eating all those treats before bed." He chuckled, patting his son on the back and heading out the door. He walked down the gravel road, nodding to youngsters and eventually bumping into a woman with a small knit bag of apples. He grunted, looking down at the apples and quickly picking them up. The woman stuttered quickly in her speech, "I-I'm sorry, Elder! I didn't see you there!.. Again." He waved her off, placing the apples in the bag. "No worries, my dear, 'twas my fault. I'm the old one here." She nodded, waving and quickly power-walking home nervously.
Damian bought a few loafs of bread and headed back up the mountain. "Climbing this thing is a workout good enough to build your leg muscle ten-fold!" He growled, finally making it up the mountain and locking the door behind him with the rather small key. "I swear, that woman is trying to charm me. That's the second time this week." He shook his head, slicing the bread and simply devouring the slice as he made his way over to his throne once more. He sat down, cracking his back quite a bit, and some of his fingers. Oddly, his wrists crack, too. He finished the bread, letting out a sigh before his eyelids grew tired. Finally, they closed, and he drifted off into sleep. Whether he would wake up late at night or early in the morning the next day, he would find out when his slumber was disturbed once more by the hungry mountain.
How did you find this server?: Dalton directed me to here
Name: Nicholas Arn
Personality: Nicholas is terribly idealistic, and is prone to ranting about numerous topics. These rants don’t usually go anywhere though, as Nicholas is quick to get distracted. This is coupled with his lack of any real-world experience, so even if he were to try to change something it is unlikely that anything would happen. This doesn’t usually deter him from trying to make a difference though. He’s also rather talkative, and is quick to make friends. Or rather, he is quick to try and make friends; sometimes his talkative manner can be a bit irritating to strangers.
Appearance: Nicholas is a pale individual with blue eyes and stands at roughly six feet tall and weighs in at approximately 180 pounds. His hair is a close-cropped blonde, although he plans on growing it out at some point. He is generally seen wearing a gray overcoat, although sometimes when he desires change he’ll wear a slightly darker gray coat. He can usually be found wearing a blue bandana, although this is due to no real reason other than habit, the bandana was given to him by a friend when he was young to cover up a gash on his cheek left by a cat. While he is no longer in touch with the friend, he refuses to part with the bandana now.
Ambitions: Nicholas is an aspiring architect. While he still may not be anywhere near a master, his dreams are filled with grandiose castles and mighty fortresses, all designed by him. Unfortunately he has been stymied by a lack of inspiration, and as a result everything he has drawn up has been lacking. He aims to correct this though, and has recently been reading as many books as possible; both fiction and nonfiction in hopes of finding something that will give him the perfect idea. He also dreams of one day settling down and marrying, although he has a long way to go before that happens.
Likes: Nicholas is an avid fan of architecture, and occasionally will stare off into the distance at a particularly inspiring building. He also enjoys stories of adventure and mystery, mostly as a result of his mundane life. He also enjoys a good stiff drink occasionally, particularly when coupled with good food. While he may be unable to cook without burning whatever he is making, Nicholas has a great sense of appreciation for the food he eats.
Dislikes: Nicholas hates violence for the sake of violence. On a less extreme note he dislikes cats due to a particularly nasty scratch that he got as a child when he got too close to a tabby cat. He also dislikes ships, although if you asked him about it he’d say that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with ships. He’d be lying of course, he’s hated ships since he was a young child, although even he can’t say quite why. Perhaps it’s the open water that unnerves him more than the ships.
Roleplay Example: Nicholas sighed. Another day on commission, and another day without any inspiration; to make things worse, the advance pay was running low, and if he couldn’t come up with something soon he’d be out of luck. He’d already spent at least a third of it on food and drink, and the rest was all that was keeping the roof over his head. Nicholas sighed again and stood. Sitting around wouldn’t help at all, and he could use a bit of time to stretch his legs. With that he left the room, the unfinished drawing lay forlornly at his drafting table as the lantern flickered gently beside it. Nicholas inhaled deeply. The fresh air was a godsend after being cooped up in his room for so long and he was almost certain he’d forgotten what the breeze felt like. As he meandered down the cobbled streets he looked around at the various storefronts. He knew it was pointless, after all he was broke, and he’d been down this street dozens of times, but maybe, just maybe if he bought something that would stimulate his mind. He shook his head a bit as if to clear his head of the thought, that was no way to think in his situation. One can’t buy themselves out of debt.
Nicholas was so preoccupied by this thought, coupled with the sense of dread that was weighing upon him that he didn’t quite notice the missing cobble in the road until it was far too late. He let out a small cry as he tripped, something akin to “Agh!”. While falling he reached out for anything he could find to steady himself on, and he was relieved when his hands found purchase. Unfortunately, rather than steadying himself he found himself dragging someone else down with him. The two of them landed with a loud thud on the hard cobbles, and Nicholas found himself grateful for his thick overcoat. His accomplice in gravity was less fortunate however, and Nicholas was startled by the volume of their swearing. A moment later he was startled again, although this time it was because they’d hit him on the head rather hard, and it seemed like they might want to try again. “I’m sorry!” he shouted, in part sincerely, but part of him just hoped that whomever he’d knocked to the ground wouldn’t hit him again. “You’d better be!” replied a shrill voice. Oh dear. He’d knocked over a woman. “I am!” he replied quickly, hoping that’d be enough to defuse the situation. Unfortunately for him it wasn’t. “Who do you think you are anyways, knocking random people to the ground? “ The woman stood up quickly and began to walk away. Not that Nicholas didn’t want her to leave; she’d been rather rude about a simple accident.
With that Nicholas carried on, although he was paying a bit more attention to the ground beneath his feet now, lest he fall again. The rest of his walk was rather uneventful, and he arrived back at the tavern as night began to fall. Nicholas opened the door and walked up to the tavern bar. “The usual?” The tavern owner asked, and Nicholas nodded dejectedly. He could either waste even more of his meager coin reserves on mead in order to forget the failed drawing upstairs, or he could confront it and continue to try to get something workable. He thought for a moment. Mead it was. Nicholas stumbled up to his room in a drunken stupor an hour later.
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"Where are you?" "Here" "Where???" "Erm... I am at the end of the line and I am short..."
Appearance: He has red eyes, and a deep gash over the right side of his face. He wears ragged robes from years of work and labor. He has a small limp that can only be noticed under close observation. He stands almost six feet tall and weighs around 150 pounds. He carries with him on normal, 2 blades and in many cases a hidden blade resides under his tattered robes.
Ambitions: Gnaw is very ambitious he looks to rule over his people with superior skill of leading and his intelligence. He would stop at nothing to lead the skaven people, with death and what not to achieve his goals, his goals of being unmatched by all.
Likes: He likes power, ambition, death, and conquest. He will achieve them in any way he sees fit
Dislikes: He hates loyalty, he dislikes honor, he absolutely hates a commonwealth of people, a general kindness in people he hates, and he hates those who are more powerful and better than him.
Roleplay Example: -Rain pours down upon the grounds of the newly built city walls of the empire of man, Gnaw would look down upon the city as his own prize, waiting to be conquered and instilled under his own name, under his own rule. Just as he gazes across the city a watchmen encounters gnaw-
Guardsmen: Hold, who goes there?
Gnaw: Nothing but a shadow, armored one
Guardsmen: Show yourself, from the dark or be killed!
-Gnaw would step out of the shadows, revealing himself as a skaven-
Guardsmen: Stop! What does a rat folk from the depths do here?
Gnaw: There is nothing you are required to know
-The Guardsmen would ring his bell calling for his other guardsmen to capture him-
Guardsmen: You damned spy, you're done for!
-Gnaw would jump into the shadows quickly moving across the wall, being in pursuit-
Gnaw: it is in your best interest to yield, man folk.
-The guard would ignore him, following after much slower, but with the sounds of newly arriving guards, Gnaw would jump from the wall onto a nearby roof, running within the city depths, losing the guards-
Personality: Tarnus is a very understanding person. He can take almost anyone's perspective and see things as they do. He thinks logically and comes to conclusions based on what he knows and what makes sense based on what he knows. Of intuition he is a bit lacking, he relies on knowing as much as possible when it comes to deciding on something. If he doesn't know much about something he will not go much into it and refrain from such a thing until he has learned everything he can about it. Tarnus loves humanity and the human race. He will go out of his way to help others in any way possible, on the other hand however, he is an extreme xenophobe. Anything that isn't human he sees as evil and will go out of his way to end its existence.
Appearance: 6'3", 214 lbs, Greenish-Blue eyes, and Orange Hair. His hair is a bit unkempt and he has a beard. Tarnus is tall and built, his expression is normally blank as he is not normally given to expressing himself. He is white with a slight tan from working outdoors.
Ambitions: Tranus's greatest ambition is to unite his fellow humans into a kingdom that will stand the test of time and the other evil races that plague the land around them.
Likes: Tarnus is an incredibly well-rounded person. He likes just about everything and there is little that he won't find something entertaining in. He loves knowledge and the pursuit thereof. He tries to learn and master everything he comes across.
Dislikes: Anything not human.
The day was over. The sun was setting, casting its orange glow throughout the clouds as Tarnus walked into the tavern. Upon entering the Blue Falcon tavern Tarnus was greeted by the sound of many people talking and laughing, old wooden mugs being hit together and the delightful smell of a good meal. Tarnus walks over to a table situated near the fire and takes a seat. After waiting for a short while he is joined by one of his friends, Jarston, who he gets up to shake hands with and greet.
He then waves over the serving wench and orders two pints of beer for Jarston and himself before beginning to speak."It has been quite sometime since I have been back here Jarston, has much of the old situation changed?" Jarston shakes his head sadly before talking."I am afraid not old friend. More and more people from the southern farmland continue to flee here. All telling the same tale."
Tarnus scratches his chin before replying."Something needs to be done about those beasts, if only we could come together and form a strong human presence here to repel them." Jarston laughs a bit before taking a drink. Setting down the mug he speaks."As if that will happen anytime soon, we are too scattered throughout this land to do anything like that." They both stare into their mugs, lost deep in thought. Looking up Tarnus says,"It will be done, it has to be. For the sake of our species."
How did you find this server?: I was searching through the Minecraft forums.
Name: Contessa Maine
Personality: Contessa Maine, or Tessa, is an outspoken leader. She prefers to lead the group, rather than be a follower. She takes things very seriously, and doesn't joke very much. Contessa is a very passionate woman about the things she loves. She is kind, but when she has to she will put her foot down.
Appearance: Contessa Maine is a brown haired, wide-eyed girl. She looks innocent, almost child-like. She wears a blue sweater, lace-up boots, and a bow in the front of her hair and the back of her hair. She is approximately 5'6". She is very lean, but everything other than skin and bones is muscle.
Ambitions: Tessa wants to be a political leader. She wants to rule, and she won't stop until she can be. Unfortunately, until her time comes, she's stuck being a minor politician and -ugh- a lumberjack.
Likes: Tessa loves politics. More than anything. She also enjoys collecting books and reading.
Dislikes: Tessa hates being poor. She's been poor before, and it was not her cup of tea. She also cannot stand criminals, and she hates snow.
To Tessa's disgust, the day was not nearly over. The sun was high in the sky, and she still had quite a few trees to chop before she could get back to town to mingle, socialize, and earn political favor. Her throat felt scratchy from lack of water, something they often went without during the many hours they worked. She turned towards an older man who was felling the tree next to hers.
"Hey, Arnold, do you have any water? I'm parched." She asked, gesturing to the water bottle at his feet. The man stopped what he was doing and handed her the bottle.
"'Ere, have the rest. I owe ya, afta' ya took mah shift the otha' day."
Tessa gulped down a few ounces, then handed the bottle back, with the rest still in it. "Don't need all of it, but thank you. How's your wife anyway? You said she gave birth to twins?"
Arnold chuckled. "Yep, and they'ah givin' 'er a 'ard time. 'Course, mos' newborns do, bu' there's double tha screamin'."
Tessa internally rolls her eyes, she hated the way Arnold speaks. "I'm sure. If you need any help with them, I'm always willing to lend a hand."
Arnold smiled. "Thanks, Tessah. I owe ya one."
Tessa turns back to her tree and begins to chop again. She mutters under her breath, "Yes, yes you do..."
Hi there, I'm just wondering how active one would need to be to play here and how this would work exactly as I've never in game roleplayed. I mean I've done a heavily minecraft based roleplay on this forum before but how does in game RPing work? What happens when people need to log off? How do these factions I'm hearing about work? Is the skype chat voice or text, and is it necessary? Is there a distance chat filter to prevent people from talking across the map when IC? I'm just a little unsure on what to expect is all and would appreciate some explanation, thx :).
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How did you find this server?: Dalton suggested I joined.
IC: In Character
Name: Teacup Crustulum
Age: Young (I don't know the Skaven life chart)
Personality: This young Skaven is a generally sweet and mild tempered rat. Being the youngest and smallest of her family, she was often pushed about by her siblings for being the runt. Instead of growing up to be tough, strong, and shunning herself as would be thought by other cultures, she grew into a more timid and fearful young lady. She finds peace in the fields and safety in burrows or even cozy cottages. She will run and hide from danger, terrified of scary situations. These situations can be as various as monster attacks, burning forests, a bee trying to sting her, or from howling wind. Teacup is also constantly cold, no matter where she is at in the world.
Ambitions: Being the runt of the litter she has always been pushed around, so one would expect her to want to prove herself and become a great hero. This, however, is not the case and she really just wants to find a safe place to live out her life.
Likes: Gardening especially in desolate places, shallow water, burying treasure (or things in general), Small fires, Cupcakes, cross stitching,
Tuk-Tuk desu desu
Patting down the soft dirt around a freshly planted seed, Teacup’s ears twitched as she looked up at the sky. It couldn’t get too close to dark, oh no, she’d have to get inside her home much sooner than that. Checking to make sure the seed was planted correctly twice more, she stood up, wiping the dirt from her fur. Gingerly tiptoeing over the new seeds, she continued taking care of her plants of which she survived off of. Within minutes she was done. She had learned to be quick, not because she was in any danger, but because there was the /chance/ danger could come at any moment. Retreating inside once finished, she closed all of the doors leading inside of her home, stepping inside and breathing a sigh of relief.