Hello Hi I'd be interested in joining this server to whatever capacity I can. I'm coming out of long MC Hiatus but this seems like the perfect server for me.
1) gavlor
2) CA, 22
3) none that I recall
4) nobody
5) sure. not voting for anything else at the moment.
6) I am not.
7) sorry no
8) I do agree to both.
9) HCg6
Last Horizons confirmed for trill. Thanks for sorting this server guys it's badass. Just realized I completely forgot to mention this earlier but Do you think whoever the Aevum second in command is (Acesso?) could appoint some more builders for the Bulwark? I feel like there's a lot of stuff that won't get done this weekend in G.N.'s absence. That being said righteous leader you did a banging job on the entrance and other stuff, I just feel like you guys have a lot of people willing to put in effort that aren't being heard.
also P.S. ZenFighter(sp?) looted the communal tree farm & stone cooking area and left the faction... Luckily the moron didn't trash the enchanting room but DinosaurBoss confirmed later he planted the idea of betrayal, without actually recruiting Zen~ to the Aegis faction. Basically Zen is stupid and we should vet people we invite rather than just letting in randoms all the time, idk my 2 cents thanks for your time.
-gavlor
What are you skilled at in Minecraft?: Shooting people from really far away, shooting people from point-blank range, being a sneaky pain in the ass, cutting down the entire tree, shooting people from a comfortable middle distance, building towers, killing cows. I can't fish though. I'm like, so bad at fishing you would not believe.
What do you want to do on WoH?: Join a faction, kill people in an opposing faction, work together with my faction to win an event, fulfill a role within a faction, shoot people.
What do you think of our future plans?: ****ing. Awesome.
Are you a good architect?: I'd give myself a strong 5/10. In all seriousness though, people tend to like what I make and anything I'm unhappy with I redo.
Any role-playing experience? Yep
Have you read the General Rules above?: you bet your schnitzel I have
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Uhh... yeah, actually. I just checked 'em out, they look like a fun read.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? I think I'm pretty fun to play with, I've got a weird habit of leaving hidden and strange (but aesthetically pleasing) structures around the world without taking credit, which people tend to enjoy. Dunno? I feel weird selling myself to get on a server but I always try to make a positive impact on any server I play on.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 87, Male
Name: Sindarin
Backstory: Sindarin was not always alone, he used to be a youth in tow of one particularly combative tribe of nomadic elves until tragedy struck. They happened upon an orcish refugee camp that were fleeing a war in their homeland. The orcs had not only warriors, but women and children both under their protection and their ranks. Sindarin hadn't noticed it then, but since that day he had never smelled a fear so pure as that which the orcs then shared. Combat was inevitable, for this was Elven land- and the orcs had to protect their own at all costs.
The skirmish started immediately. Sindarin, too young to fight or be a threat, could only watch from the sidelines as the older warriors danced back and fourth around the campfire. It was then he saw it; on the other side of the makeshift battlefield, Sindarin spied a solitary figure. It was a man, if you could call it that. tall and slender, his obscured form seemed to flicker as the shadows of the firelit battle danced across his form. It beckoned to the young elf, an invitation to come closer. Mesmerized, Sindarin was in a daze. He obliviously crossed the camp, unnoticed by the combatants as they fought for their lives and eventually found himself looking up at the creature. I say 'creature', for it was just that- What Sindarin hadn't noticed before was now the frightening truth that this being was a monster of legend. Upon his head were two of the most beautiful antlers the elf had ever seen, and to look upon his face... there were depths to those eyes that seemed to radiate the darkest primal truths.
It spoke, then. "You will die tonight, little elf, for I have seen it in the stars. These new foes will best your tribe, They have fought long, and have much to lose yet. When they have killed your caretakers and counted their dead, they will slit your throat for they know that an young elf cannot devote his life to vengeance with his blood spilled out upon the earth. This is the way of things."
Sindarin could accept many things, but his death so early on was not one of them. He regarded the being before him, and, knowing what he had to do, (for few are given such a chance as this) changed his fate.
"I do not doubt that what you claim is true, Horned God," said Sindarin, "but it is my wish that I would not die tonight. If you would spare my life, I would be your servant until my time comes to die a true death".
The Horned God smiled. "I was hoping this was to be your choice. Welcome to The Hunt." Sindarin barely had enough time to glimpse the spark in the creature's eye before behind him the fire exploded outward. The once-peaceful camp echoed with the dying screams of orc and elf alike... The elf whirled around, horrified at the deal he'd just made, and noticed the fallen form of his cousin as he was dying on the ground. Sindarin rushed over, but was too late- the dying elf had something lodged in its neck and the wound was leaking copious amounts of blood. There were no dying words, for the elf could not speak and Sindarin was forced to cradle his blood-relative as he gave his last dying gurgle.
Others had been more lucky, the entire tribe of elves lay fallen, some killed during the battle others by the strange shrapnel that heralded the dark pact. Sindarin bent down, and pulled the bloody debris from the neck of his relative. At first he wondered if it was bone, but a chill crept up his spine as he realized that it was not bone, but a shard from a fragmented set of antlers. Sindarin stood up and looked around, many of the orcs were dead, but not all. He noted the trails of blood leaving the campsite, and calmly pulled the bow and quiver from his fallen cousin's body. It was time, the Horned God had made it clear exactly what must be done. The Hunt had begun.
...Decades have passed since, but Sindarin has never tired- The Hunt continues and with each passing day, the Elf, now fully-grown, continues in his zealotry to the primal god. There are predators, and there is prey- nothing more beautiful or graceful than an arrow that flies true and kills its mark- Just as the Horned God predicted his death in the stars, Sindarin follows them now. Orion rises in the clear cold sky, and the summer bows before him, pointing the way to this new-found land. Perhaps Sindarin can still find salvation among this place's inhabitants? Or, maybe, he can teach others the Horned God's ways, awakening new hunters within those with the inner strength to cope with such a primal force as the Horned God's will...
I've got no permission to build anywhere, it even says I don't have permission to build when I'm trying to eat! Just saying, hard to get sticks, coal and redstone for spells if you can't mine or punch wood, let alone stop yourself from starving lol. Figured I'd bring this to you guys' attention
Hey, I'm down for filling an RP slot- I'm guessing you've already got some characters to choose from? If not I can try and cook something up if you've got a specific role to fulfill. -willing to change my skin if necessary, etc.
'Lemme know if you want an application form from me, can't get on the server yet but when I can I'll definitely check out the tutorial.
How much RP experience do you have? : In Minecraft? Like, none.
Character Name: Thales
Character Age: Unknown
Character Race/Faction: Telotii
Character Personality: Thales has always found solace in shadows. Surely, it's always better to accept that you can't see something rather than fear what's actually there? ...After all, his memory, if you can call it that, is filled with them. Some of them, formless masses bearing voices of importance; always teaching, always imparting knowledge and wisdom and what must be truths so potent that lesser beings would kill for their secrets... all of which, out of his grasp. Some shadows are so silent, merely thinking on them can make him feel such a dreaded emptiness... Nonetheless, Thales has forgotten and only shadows remain.
For Thales, the world has never lost its spark. He still is able to marvel at the creatures, plants and animals, the sunset and the dawn, as a child would. He finds it strange that so many believe they have seen it all, know it all, and know how everything works. He is most at peace underneath an open, star-filled sky. This is probably his best quality
With not much to draw on, Thales often finds himself making up events and people from his past, especially when meeting new people or when pressured to talk about his origins. One phrase in particular still remains in his mind, from where where or whom he does not know but, "Lies conceal, truths destroy." and Thales is an excellent liar. This is probably his truest Hobby...
Jobs/Hobbies: He has done quiet a lot of travelling, and picked up a ton of skills. Currently though, he makes a living hand-in-hand with the people of Isfjall, in one of the many settlements therein. There, he tends to the ravens and often exchanges his knowledge of medicine and architecture in exchange for food and board.
Backstory: Sadly, there's not much to tell. It's very likely he's been alive for a -really- long time, (Longer than the recommended age bracket for his race) but he's yet to meet anyone who recognizes him as anyone of note. What follows, Thales would definitely not tell you himself. The truth is, he doesn't remember his past very well at all. The most important aspects of his life are represented more by darkness and emotion in his mind's eye than tangible being or ideas. The truly tragic thing though, is it hasn't stopped yet. He is always forgetting, his own particular brand of amnesia follows him, always a few decades behind the present.
...This is why he is so well-traveled, he can only stay in the same place for so long. The people he'd encounter, their trusting expressions would falter and change to confusion, sometimes pity as he began to lose pieces of his past that he'd once treasured. Recently, further north, he became close to a woman named Hamdir that he regarded as a trusted friend, with her Thales made the mistake of being honest about his circumstances and she fled from him in fear, accusing him of being "touched by the void."
From there he want south, still in Isfjall, he does what he can to be accepted by the locals and whilst regarded with awe by the children whilst their stoic parents still are wary of him, acknowledging his skills with grudging acceptance. After all, something is indeed not quite right.
(Sorry if this seems like a cop-out, I definitely will expand on Thales' backstory once we discover more secrets about the world's history. Also yeah, I know, this dude's definitely got a psychological disorder but I don't think it'll affect game play at all considering the time needed for it to take effect is probably going to be longer than the time that passes in-game.)
RP Example:
"Three drops? You're certain?"
The man behind the counter eyed the boy coldly. "No more, no less."
In his now-clammy hand the boy now held a small vial, the strange silver liquid within trapped between its oddly thick glass walls was taut as a wire. 'Damnit...' thought the boy 'I should just put it back right now, 'put all this behind me for good.'
"E-excuse me, sir? What if I miss...?"
The apothecary's face betrayed no emotion: "Simple. If your life truly depends on it, you won't."
and with that the boy left, pocketing the vial as he did so.
Miscellaneous Notes: Thales has never been able to perform magic, and is partially excommunicated by his fellow Telotii for just that reason. Even the simplest incantations cast on him fail, and nearby enchantments fray and weaken in his presence. (the latter part can obviously be changed for balance reasons if it is a problem)
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Hello Hi I'd be interested in joining this server to whatever capacity I can. I'm coming out of long MC Hiatus but this seems like the perfect server for me.
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2) CA, 22
3) none that I recall
4) nobody
5) sure. not voting for anything else at the moment.
6) I am not.
7) sorry no
8) I do agree to both.
9) HCg6
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Age: 9
How awesome am I?: 10 if you don't believe me ask my mom
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also P.S. ZenFighter(sp?) looted the communal tree farm & stone cooking area and left the faction... Luckily the moron didn't trash the enchanting room but DinosaurBoss confirmed later he planted the idea of betrayal, without actually recruiting Zen~ to the Aegis faction. Basically Zen is stupid and we should vet people we invite rather than just letting in randoms all the time, idk my 2 cents thanks for your time.
-gavlor
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AGE: 21
HOW AWESOME ARE YOU ON A SCALE OF 1-10?: don't even worry about it bro
yeah I am totes ready for an adventure. its gonna be trill.
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whitelist please!
Edit: nevermind, I'm in XD
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Age:20
Haven't voted yet, but I will when I'm back home and not on my phone.
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Gender: Male
Age: 20
What are you skilled at in Minecraft?: Shooting people from really far away, shooting people from point-blank range, being a sneaky pain in the ass, cutting down the entire tree, shooting people from a comfortable middle distance, building towers, killing cows. I can't fish though. I'm like, so bad at fishing you would not believe.
What do you want to do on WoH?: Join a faction, kill people in an opposing faction, work together with my faction to win an event, fulfill a role within a faction, shoot people.
What do you think of our future plans?: ****ing. Awesome.
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Minecraft Username: gavlor
How old are you?: 'not important =/
Are you a good architect?: I'd give myself a strong 5/10. In all seriousness though, people tend to like what I make and anything I'm unhappy with I redo.
Any role-playing experience? Yep
Have you read the General Rules above?: you bet your schnitzel I have
Do you agree to register on the server's forum if you are accepted?: Uhh... yeah, actually. I just checked 'em out, they look like a fun read.
Why should we accept you? What do you offer to the community? I think I'm pretty fun to play with, I've got a weird habit of leaving hidden and strange (but aesthetically pleasing) structures around the world without taking credit, which people tend to enjoy. Dunno? I feel weird selling myself to get on a server but I always try to make a positive impact on any server I play on.
What class would you like to be?: Ranger
Which race would you like to be?: Elf
In Character
Age and Gender: 87, Male
Name: Sindarin
Backstory: Sindarin was not always alone, he used to be a youth in tow of one particularly combative tribe of nomadic elves until tragedy struck. They happened upon an orcish refugee camp that were fleeing a war in their homeland. The orcs had not only warriors, but women and children both under their protection and their ranks. Sindarin hadn't noticed it then, but since that day he had never smelled a fear so pure as that which the orcs then shared. Combat was inevitable, for this was Elven land- and the orcs had to protect their own at all costs.
The skirmish started immediately. Sindarin, too young to fight or be a threat, could only watch from the sidelines as the older warriors danced back and fourth around the campfire. It was then he saw it; on the other side of the makeshift battlefield, Sindarin spied a solitary figure. It was a man, if you could call it that. tall and slender, his obscured form seemed to flicker as the shadows of the firelit battle danced across his form. It beckoned to the young elf, an invitation to come closer. Mesmerized, Sindarin was in a daze. He obliviously crossed the camp, unnoticed by the combatants as they fought for their lives and eventually found himself looking up at the creature. I say 'creature', for it was just that- What Sindarin hadn't noticed before was now the frightening truth that this being was a monster of legend. Upon his head were two of the most beautiful antlers the elf had ever seen, and to look upon his face... there were depths to those eyes that seemed to radiate the darkest primal truths.
It spoke, then.
"You will die tonight, little elf, for I have seen it in the stars. These new foes will best your tribe, They have fought long, and have much to lose yet. When they have killed your caretakers and counted their dead, they will slit your throat for they know that an young elf cannot devote his life to vengeance with his blood spilled out upon the earth. This is the way of things."
Sindarin could accept many things, but his death so early on was not one of them. He regarded the being before him, and, knowing what he had to do, (for few are given such a chance as this) changed his fate.
"I do not doubt that what you claim is true, Horned God," said Sindarin, "but it is my wish that I would not die tonight. If you would spare my life, I would be your servant until my time comes to die a true death".
The Horned God smiled. "I was hoping this was to be your choice. Welcome to The Hunt." Sindarin barely had enough time to glimpse the spark in the creature's eye before behind him the fire exploded outward. The once-peaceful camp echoed with the dying screams of orc and elf alike... The elf whirled around, horrified at the deal he'd just made, and noticed the fallen form of his cousin as he was dying on the ground. Sindarin rushed over, but was too late- the dying elf had something lodged in its neck and the wound was leaking copious amounts of blood. There were no dying words, for the elf could not speak and Sindarin was forced to cradle his blood-relative as he gave his last dying gurgle.
Others had been more lucky, the entire tribe of elves lay fallen, some killed during the battle others by the strange shrapnel that heralded the dark pact. Sindarin bent down, and pulled the bloody debris from the neck of his relative. At first he wondered if it was bone, but a chill crept up his spine as he realized that it was not bone, but a shard from a fragmented set of antlers. Sindarin stood up and looked around, many of the orcs were dead, but not all. He noted the trails of blood leaving the campsite, and calmly pulled the bow and quiver from his fallen cousin's body. It was time, the Horned God had made it clear exactly what must be done. The Hunt had begun.
...Decades have passed since, but Sindarin has never tired- The Hunt continues and with each passing day, the Elf, now fully-grown, continues in his zealotry to the primal god. There are predators, and there is prey- nothing more beautiful or graceful than an arrow that flies true and kills its mark- Just as the Horned God predicted his death in the stars, Sindarin follows them now. Orion rises in the clear cold sky, and the summer bows before him, pointing the way to this new-found land. Perhaps Sindarin can still find salvation among this place's inhabitants? Or, maybe, he can teach others the Horned God's ways, awakening new hunters within those with the inner strength to cope with such a primal force as the Horned God's will...
Tread lightly.
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'Lemme know if you want an application form from me, can't get on the server yet but when I can I'll definitely check out the tutorial.
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Do you agree with the rules? : Yeah.
Will you respect the server staff? : Yeah.
How much RP experience do you have? : In Minecraft? Like, none.
Character Name: Thales
Character Age: Unknown
Character Race/Faction: Telotii
Character Personality: Thales has always found solace in shadows. Surely, it's always better to accept that you can't see something rather than fear what's actually there? ...After all, his memory, if you can call it that, is filled with them. Some of them, formless masses bearing voices of importance; always teaching, always imparting knowledge and wisdom and what must be truths so potent that lesser beings would kill for their secrets... all of which, out of his grasp. Some shadows are so silent, merely thinking on them can make him feel such a dreaded emptiness... Nonetheless, Thales has forgotten and only shadows remain.
For Thales, the world has never lost its spark. He still is able to marvel at the creatures, plants and animals, the sunset and the dawn, as a child would. He finds it strange that so many believe they have seen it all, know it all, and know how everything works. He is most at peace underneath an open, star-filled sky. This is probably his best quality
With not much to draw on, Thales often finds himself making up events and people from his past, especially when meeting new people or when pressured to talk about his origins. One phrase in particular still remains in his mind, from where where or whom he does not know but, "Lies conceal, truths destroy." and Thales is an excellent liar. This is probably his truest Hobby...
Jobs/Hobbies: He has done quiet a lot of travelling, and picked up a ton of skills. Currently though, he makes a living hand-in-hand with the people of Isfjall, in one of the many settlements therein. There, he tends to the ravens and often exchanges his knowledge of medicine and architecture in exchange for food and board.
Backstory: Sadly, there's not much to tell. It's very likely he's been alive for a -really- long time, (Longer than the recommended age bracket for his race) but he's yet to meet anyone who recognizes him as anyone of note. What follows, Thales would definitely not tell you himself. The truth is, he doesn't remember his past very well at all. The most important aspects of his life are represented more by darkness and emotion in his mind's eye than tangible being or ideas. The truly tragic thing though, is it hasn't stopped yet. He is always forgetting, his own particular brand of amnesia follows him, always a few decades behind the present.
...This is why he is so well-traveled, he can only stay in the same place for so long. The people he'd encounter, their trusting expressions would falter and change to confusion, sometimes pity as he began to lose pieces of his past that he'd once treasured. Recently, further north, he became close to a woman named Hamdir that he regarded as a trusted friend, with her Thales made the mistake of being honest about his circumstances and she fled from him in fear, accusing him of being "touched by the void."
From there he want south, still in Isfjall, he does what he can to be accepted by the locals and whilst regarded with awe by the children whilst their stoic parents still are wary of him, acknowledging his skills with grudging acceptance. After all, something is indeed not quite right.
(Sorry if this seems like a cop-out, I definitely will expand on Thales' backstory once we discover more secrets about the world's history. Also yeah, I know, this dude's definitely got a psychological disorder but I don't think it'll affect game play at all considering the time needed for it to take effect is probably going to be longer than the time that passes in-game.)
RP Example:
"Three drops? You're certain?"
The man behind the counter eyed the boy coldly. "No more, no less."
In his now-clammy hand the boy now held a small vial, the strange silver liquid within trapped between its oddly thick glass walls was taut as a wire.
'Damnit...' thought the boy 'I should just put it back right now, 'put all this behind me for good.'
"E-excuse me, sir? What if I miss...?"
The apothecary's face betrayed no emotion: "Simple. If your life truly depends on it, you won't."
and with that the boy left, pocketing the vial as he did so.
Miscellaneous Notes: Thales has never been able to perform magic, and is partially excommunicated by his fellow Telotii for just that reason. Even the simplest incantations cast on him fail, and nearby enchantments fray and weaken in his presence. (the latter part can obviously be changed for balance reasons if it is a problem)