IGN: Stay_Frosty641 About Yourself: I am a boy looking for a nice new server to play on, I have many interests (they are on my profile page). How long have you been roleplaying for?: I have never roleplayed before and I'm hoping this server will be my first Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes from the real game on Xbox and PC. Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 15 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: Yes IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Blade (My name on the PC and Xbox games) Race: Human - Nord Appearance: Medium sized, Brown Hair, Scar covered face. Fears: Losing those close to him. Profession(The job your character does) : Other Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): As a boy Blade lived in Cyrodiil (where the game Oblivion took place), he and his family lived a humble life in the Imperial City, they lived wealthier than most and had not a care in the world but one fateful night their house has approached by a group of black-hooded men, the hooded men murdered Blade's father in cold-blood with a small dagger and tied his mother to her bed and torched it, burning her alive, the men then slashed at Blade's face leaving his face heavily scarred, after mutilating his face they carved a pentagram onto his chest and left him to bleed, after hours of laying there bleeding Blade picked himself up and headed to an infirmary and got his wounds bandaged up. For years after the incident Blade searched the lands of Cyrodiil for his parent's murderers when one day almost as if by fate he caught word from one of the Dark Brotherhood's messengers that pentagrams carved on to the chests of the young is a distinct marking used by a group of assassins that are linked to the Dark Brotherhood, from there he further researched and followed the messengers of the Dark Brotherhood until one day he overheard that the assassin group is currently located in Skyrim, with a drive in his heart Blade set forward to Skyrim to destroy the assassins that murdered his parents, but on his travels to Skyrim he was confronted by several hooded men, but not the same that murdered his parents, they murmured some thing faintly and then raised their voices to say in sync "We know you've been following us, Blade". With a sharp pain to his stomach Blade fell to the ground and passed out from the intense pain, yet he had not been stabbed. An unknown amount of time later Blade awoke in a small hut just outside of Whiterun, he looked around the room looking for some sort of evidence of his location, without warning a single hooded man walked through the dimly lit doorway, before Blade could say anything the man said in a calm voice "We need your help." Sort of shocked Blade froze, it took a while to sink in before he replied with "What do you mean, I'm not an assassin?" The strange hooded man nodded and replied "We know who you are and we know why you are here, to kill those who killed your loved ones." Blade felt a slight shiver run down his spine as the man said that. "Yes, what is that to you?" The hooded man smirked slightly under his hood. "Well I happen to work for the Dark Brotherhood and those men..." Before he could finish Blade interrupted him and yelled. "You step back before I kill you where you stand, murederer!" The man stood completely still and silent, before continuing, "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, those men used to work for me and now they have gone rouge, I've known for a long while now that you have been looking for these men and I feel now it's time you have revenge, for us both, I talked to the rest of the Brotherhood about bringing you to Skyrim and they agreed to let you in and eliminate the group of bandits who killed your family." Astounded by what he just heard Blade arose from his bed and stepped to the door to outside, as he opened the door sunlight rushed in and surrounded the room. Just as Blade began to walk towards Whiterun the man whispered into his ear "Good luck." (Just a little bit to add to the story, Blade is not his real name, no-one except for Blade knows his real name, he changed his name after he decided to hunt down his parent's murderers due to the fact that the murderers might have been contracted to do the job and hunting them down with his real name would give away his identity instantly, therefore he came up with an appropriate name 'Blade' the one thing that started his struggle and the one thing that will end it once and for all). Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): Blade drew his sword and pointed it at the Guard, "Don't come any closer I'm here for the assassin you locked up, that is all." He said this in a calmed tone, with a slightly angry tone in his voice the guard replied "Put that sword down now citizen, no-one will be getting this prisoner while I'm still here." "Well looks like we'll just have to take you out of the picture than won't we?"
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IGN: HockeyFishy About Yourself: I'm a bit of a newbie and love building in survival mode, and occasionally build in creative. How long have you been roleplaying for?: I've roleplayed in other games, but this will be my first in Minecraft. I'm very excited. Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes, i've gotten to 99 thieving and slayed Alduin twice. Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 12 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: Yes. Spiders make me sad. IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Ackstul Wepler Race: Argonian Appearance: Masculine, with large legs from years of swimming and fishing (See BACKGROUND) Grey-Yellow scales with black speckles. Good with a sword. Uses light armor for quick, advanced attacks. Fears: Horkers, Falmers, Precipitation. Profession(The job your character does) : Blacksmith and/or Fisher Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Axtul Wepler grew up in a rough city on the outskirts of Windhelm. Corrupt men raised taxes on everything, and eventually Axtul's parents ran away from the city with Axtul and his two brothers, Yevron and Teorx. They traveled for a long time, almost two full days, but stopepd near a large lake for a break. Axtul, being the only one in his family that was still physically capable, decided to take initiative and go swimming in the lake in pursuit of fish. He ended up successful. His family spent twelve years on on the coast of that lake, after building a cozy house right off the shore. Every day, Axtul would swim and fish, then go hunting for resources he could support the family with, being as his brothers were only 14 and 13. (2 and 1 at the time of the fleeing) One morning, Axtul woke up and realized a new feeling in the air. Peace? Harmony? He left early that morning and traveled until he found an city, to see it purified. Men had new houses, children were well-fed or even over-fed. Beggarts were off the street, shops were in full-stock, and everything was well. Axtul returned home, to tell his family about the new serenity in Skyrim. As he came to his house, his two brothers ran from the house, tears in their eyes, and screaming words that weren't understandable. After Axtul asked them the problem, he could make out the words "mom" and "dad" from their sobs and rambles. Axtul pieced things together, and quickly ran inside. A hunched sillouette was coming from the room where Axtul's parents slepts, with a long elven blade dripping with blood. As it stepped into the light, it's grosteque face resembled the one of a falmer, disgusting and grosteque. Axtul quickly realized what had happened. He quickly unsheathed his roughly hand-crafted sword from his leather sheath and slammed the blunt edge against the side of his head. That night they burnt it's body at the stake. Axtul walked into his parent's room, finding their bodies horrible mutilated. He took their bodies and crafted one large coffin. The next morning he layed it gently in the lake, as an Argonian honor. Days later, he took his brothers to the only place they would be safe. He traveled to Dawnguard with them, after many days of travel. He left them in his aunt Elivi's care, telling her what had happened. He settled in Dawnguard, and took up a job as the apprentice of a blacksmith. He's skilled in the art of crafting all sorts of things, from wood to diamond. (493 words) Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation):
Axtul: My dear ma'am, what can I get you today?
Woman: I'd like some Gold armor for my husband. It's his birthday today and he will be wanting some new armor for hunting.
Axtul: Oh, ma'am, gold is a very rare material and it will cost you dearly.
Woman: That's fine, I just need a chestplate.
Axtul: Yes ma'am, I will send a messenger to you when I've finished.
*Walks into the shop*
Axtul: Sir... do we have any Gold?
Blacksmith: Gold? Yes, I believe so. Check the chest in the back.
*Axtul checks the chest*
Axtul: How much do we charge for a gold chestplate?
Blacksmith: A gold chestplate? Why we haven't made one of those in years. I'd say, maybe... five thousand septims! The forging process is so precise it is nearly impossible to do it perfect without melting the gold completely. Are you sure you wish to undergo this task?
Axtul: Yes sir. I've been watching you and I believe i have the experience I need.
*After many hours of forging, Axtul produces an extrodinary golden chestplate*
Axtul: Messanger, send a message to the woman that ordered this and leave her with a bill of five thousand septims. Her name is on the roster.
*SCENE*
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OOC "SPIDER" IGN: ninja_plz783 About Yourself: I love RPing and i love skyrim and minecraft, this is perfect. I'm a great builder. I will be on most of the time unless i have to study. How long have you been roleplaying for?: 2 years Do you have any skyrim experience?: yes i beat the main quest. i worked on the side quests for a while then gave up . Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you: 15 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: yes IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Brannac Light Race: Altmer Appearance: Tall, quiet. fare skin. always wears his Bear cloak. dark forest green eyes. Blends in with his backgrounds Fears: Vampires Profession(The job your character does) :Archer or Merchant Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Brannac woke up to the sound of snow crunching under the hard skin of his wolf's feet. He struggled to his feet from the dreariness. He started to have a coughing fit, but it quickly subsided. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. As soon as he thought this, it was as if a log fell on his head. He had a major migraine at this point. He felt his head to steady it when he noticed a nice big lump. "I must have fell from this hill and hit my head on this log." he told his trusty companion, looking at a small drop off of a cliff. A reassuring "woof" came from Root. Brannac stretched his back, popped his knuckles, then picked up his trusty re-curve bow that he was taught to make by a group of Nomads. The intensity of the drawback made this bow a very lethal, but handy tool. He knocked an arrow and fired at a nearby squirrel, to make sure he hasn’t lost his mind completely yet. He called for Root to come along as they headed out of the woods. They have been traveling for 5 moons to find a nice place to settle far, but yet no so far from civilization. “I want some peace, but some people to share it with.” the young Altmer always told himself to not lose hope. As the trees started to thin, he saw the black thickness of a chimney. He smiled, looked at Root, who gave a happy “yip”, then they started to jog towards the smoke, hoping this would where their long journey would end. Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): The sound of wolves surrounded the lone elf. Brannac unsheathes his hunting knife knowing it would hold no hope for him. He leapt towards a wolf, knowing he won’t go down without a fight, and struck it in the head killing it. The wolves, now backing away, growled and snarled, but Brannac knew he had struck fear into their hearts by killing, obviously, their pack leader. 1 turned around and started trotting away from the rest. A few moments later the rest followed. Brannac let out a sigh of relief whilst sheathing his knife when he heard a whimper. He looked into the now disturbed snow to find a small pup. He kneeled down to pick up the wolf, obliviously very confused. Brannac covered the small pup in a blanket and walked back to his camping spot, nursing his new companion as he went. “What you got there?” said his paid navigator. “Hopefully something that doesn’t grow up to eat me.” “What are you going call him?” the old traveler asked. “Her, it’s a her. And I’m going to call her Root.” “Why?” he asked confused. “It was my sister’s name.” Brannac said holding back tears.
So many hunters. . . Yes I do like the "Khajiit Caravaner" idea, maybe the profession title would be "Merchant" and he specifically would be a "Khajiit Caravaner".
So many hunters. . . Yes I do like the "Khajiit Caravaner" idea, maybe the profession title would be "Merchant" and he specifically would be a "Khajiit Caravaner".
tried to go with merchant, on account of how much i like to travel
I'd like to know if the map will look like skyrim, you know: the snowy mountains of windhelm and winterhold, the muddy swamps of morthal, the deep forests of falkreath, the green hills around whiterun, the cliffs of markarth and the autumn like woods of riften. questionmark
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Well, we have the throat of the world, and the swamps. The starting city is in a forest, densly occupied with trees, and near it is a desert. Finding other easter eggs is up to you guys! Look in the "Map" spoiler for more information.
I noticed that you have been asking for help with permissions and plugins. What type permissions are these as I might be able to help you set these up and get them working for you?
- Ninja_Turkey
We are using groupmanager for permissions, and we also need help with herochat. Helping out will speed up the opening process so thanks for the offer!
IGN: Stay_Frosty641 About Yourself: I am a boy looking for a nice new server to play on, I have many interests (they are on my profile page). How long have you been roleplaying for?: I have never roleplayed before and I'm hoping this server will be my first Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes from the real game on Xbox and PC. Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 15 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: Yes IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Blade (My name on the PC and Xbox games) Race: Human - Nord Appearance: Medium sized, Brown Hair, Scar covered face. Fears: Losing those close to him. Profession(The job your character does) : Other Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): As a boy Blade lived in Cyrodiil (where the game Oblivion took place), he and his family lived a humble life in the Imperial City, they lived wealthier than most and had not a care in the world but one fateful night their house has approached by a group of black-hooded men, the hooded men murdered Blade's father in cold-blood with a small dagger and tied his mother to her bed and torched it, burning her alive, the men then slashed at Blade's face leaving his face heavily scarred, after mutilating his face they carved a pentagram onto his chest and left him to bleed, after hours of laying there bleeding Blade picked himself up and headed to an infirmary and got his wounds bandaged up. For years after the incident Blade searched the lands of Cyrodiil for his parent's murderers when one day almost as if by fate he caught word from one of the Dark Brotherhood's messengers that pentagrams carved on to the chests of the young is a distinct marking used by a group of assassins that are linked to the Dark Brotherhood, from there he further researched and followed the messengers of the Dark Brotherhood until one day he overheard that the assassin group is currently located in Skyrim, with a drive in his heart Blade set forward to Skyrim to destroy the assassins that murdered his parents, but on his travels to Skyrim he was confronted by several hooded men, but not the same that murdered his parents, they murmured some thing faintly and then raised their voices to say in sync "We know you've been following us, Blade". With a sharp pain to his stomach Blade fell to the ground and passed out from the intense pain, yet he had not been stabbed. An unknown amount of time later Blade awoke in a small hut just outside of Whiterun, he looked around the room looking for some sort of evidence of his location, without warning a single hooded man walked through the dimly lit doorway, before Blade could say anything the man said in a calm voice "We need your help." Sort of shocked Blade froze, it took a while to sink in before he replied with "What do you mean, I'm not an assassin?" The strange hooded man nodded and replied "We know who you are and we know why you are here, to kill those who killed your loved ones." Blade felt a slight shiver run down his spine as the man said that. "Yes, what is that to you?" The hooded man smirked slightly under his hood. "Well I happen to work for the Dark Brotherhood and those men..." Before he could finish Blade interrupted him and yelled. "You step back before I kill you where you stand, murederer!" The man stood completely still and silent, before continuing, "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, those men used to work for me and now they have gone rouge, I've known for a long while now that you have been looking for these men and I feel now it's time you have revenge, for us both, I talked to the rest of the Brotherhood about bringing you to Skyrim and they agreed to let you in and eliminate the group of bandits who killed your family." Astounded by what he just heard Blade arose from his bed and stepped to the door to outside, as he opened the door sunlight rushed in and surrounded the room. Just as Blade began to walk towards Whiterun the man whispered into his ear "Good luck." (Just a little bit to add to the story, Blade is not his real name, no-one except for Blade knows his real name, he changed his name after he decided to hunt down his parent's murderers due to the fact that the murderers might have been contracted to do the job and hunting them down with his real name would give away his identity instantly, therefore he came up with an appropriate name 'Blade' the one thing that started his struggle and the one thing that will end it once and for all). Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): Blade drew his sword and pointed it at the Guard, "Don't come any closer I'm here for the assassin you locked up, that is all." He said this in a calmed tone, with a slightly angry tone in his voice the guard replied "Put that sword down now citizen, no-one will be getting this prisoner while I'm still here." "Well looks like we'll just have to take you out of the picture than won't we?"
IGN: HockeyFishy About Yourself: I'm a bit of a newbie and love building in survival mode, and occasionally build in creative. How long have you been roleplaying for?: I've roleplayed in other games, but this will be my first in Minecraft. I'm very excited. Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes, i've gotten to 99 thieving and slayed Alduin twice. Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 12 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: Yes. Spiders make me sad. IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Ackstul Wepler Race: Argonian Appearance: Masculine, with large legs from years of swimming and fishing (See BACKGROUND) Grey-Yellow scales with black speckles. Good with a sword. Uses light armor for quick, advanced attacks. Fears: Horkers, Falmers, Precipitation. Profession(The job your character does) : Blacksmith and/or Fisher Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Axtul Wepler grew up in a rough city on the outskirts of Windhelm. Corrupt men raised taxes on everything, and eventually Axtul's parents ran away from the city with Axtul and his two brothers, Yevron and Teorx. They traveled for a long time, almost two full days, but stopepd near a large lake for a break. Axtul, being the only one in his family that was still physically capable, decided to take initiative and go swimming in the lake in pursuit of fish. He ended up successful. His family spent twelve years on on the coast of that lake, after building a cozy house right off the shore. Every day, Axtul would swim and fish, then go hunting for resources he could support the family with, being as his brothers were only 14 and 13. (2 and 1 at the time of the fleeing) One morning, Axtul woke up and realized a new feeling in the air. Peace? Harmony? He left early that morning and traveled until he found an city, to see it purified. Men had new houses, children were well-fed or even over-fed. Beggarts were off the street, shops were in full-stock, and everything was well. Axtul returned home, to tell his family about the new serenity in Skyrim. As he came to his house, his two brothers ran from the house, tears in their eyes, and screaming words that weren't understandable. After Axtul asked them the problem, he could make out the words "mom" and "dad" from their sobs and rambles. Axtul pieced things together, and quickly ran inside. A hunched sillouette was coming from the room where Axtul's parents slepts, with a long elven blade dripping with blood. As it stepped into the light, it's grosteque face resembled the one of a falmer, disgusting and grosteque. Axtul quickly realized what had happened. He quickly unsheathed his roughly hand-crafted sword from his leather sheath and slammed the blunt edge against the side of his head. That night they burnt it's body at the stake. Axtul walked into his parent's room, finding their bodies horrible mutilated. He took their bodies and crafted one large coffin. The next morning he layed it gently in the lake, as an Argonian honor. Days later, he took his brothers to the only place they would be safe. He traveled to Dawnguard with them, after many days of travel. He left them in his aunt Elivi's care, telling her what had happened. He settled in Dawnguard, and took up a job as the apprentice of a blacksmith. He's skilled in the art of crafting all sorts of things, from wood to diamond. (493 words) Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation):
Axtul: My dear ma'am, what can I get you today?
Woman: I'd like some Gold armor for my husband. It's his birthday today and he will be wanting some new armor for hunting.
Axtul: Oh, ma'am, gold is a very rare material and it will cost you dearly.
Woman: That's fine, I just need a chestplate.
Axtul: Yes ma'am, I will send a messenger to you when I've finished.
*Walks into the shop*
Axtul: Sir... do we have any Gold?
Blacksmith: Gold? Yes, I believe so. Check the chest in the back.
*Axtul checks the chest*
Axtul: How much do we charge for a gold chestplate?
Blacksmith: A gold chestplate? Why we haven't made one of those in years. I'd say, maybe... five thousand septims! The forging process is so precise it is nearly impossible to do it perfect without melting the gold completely. Are you sure you wish to undergo this task?
Axtul: Yes sir. I've been watching you and I believe i have the experience I need.
*After many hours of forging, Axtul produces an extrodinary golden chestplate*
Axtul: Messanger, send a message to the woman that ordered this and leave her with a bill of five thousand septims. Her name is on the roster.
*SCENE*
OOC "SPIDER" IGN: ninja_plz783 About Yourself: I love RPing and i love skyrim and minecraft, this is perfect. I'm a great builder. I will be on most of the time unless i have to study. How long have you been roleplaying for?: 2 years Do you have any skyrim experience?: yes i beat the main quest. i worked on the side quests for a while then gave up . Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you: 15 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: yes IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Brannac Light Race: Altmer Appearance: Tall, quiet. fare skin. always wears his Bear cloak. dark forest green eyes. Blends in with his backgrounds Fears: Vampires Profession(The job your character does) :Archer or Merchant Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Brannac woke up to the sound of snow crunching under the hard skin of his wolf's feet. He struggled to his feet from the dreariness. He started to have a coughing fit, but it quickly subsided. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. As soon as he thought this, it was as if a log fell on his head. He had a major migraine at this point. He felt his head to steady it when he noticed a nice big lump. "I must have fell from this hill and hit my head on this log." he told his trusty companion, looking at a small drop off of a cliff. A reassuring "woof" came from Root. Brannac stretched his back, popped his knuckles, then picked up his trusty re-curve bow that he was taught to make by a group of Nomads. The intensity of the drawback made this bow a very lethal, but handy tool. He knocked an arrow and fired at a nearby squirrel, to make sure he hasn’t lost his mind completely yet. He called for Root to come along as they headed out of the woods. They have been traveling for 5 moons to find a nice place to settle far, but yet no so far from civilization. “I want some peace, but some people to share it with.” the young Altmer always told himself to not lose hope. As the trees started to thin, he saw the black thickness of a chimney. He smiled, looked at Root, who gave a happy “yip”, then they started to jog towards the smoke, hoping this would where their long journey would end. Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): The sound of wolves surrounded the lone elf. Brannac unsheathes his hunting knife knowing it would hold no hope for him. He leapt towards a wolf, knowing he won’t go down without a fight, and struck it in the head killing it. The wolves, now backing away, growled and snarled, but Brannac knew he had struck fear into their hearts by killing, obviously, their pack leader. 1 turned around and started trotting away from the rest. A few moments later the rest followed. Brannac let out a sigh of relief whilst sheathing his knife when he heard a whimper. He looked into the now disturbed snow to find a small pup. He kneeled down to pick up the wolf, obliviously very confused. Brannac covered the small pup in a blanket and walked back to his camping spot, nursing his new companion as he went. “What you got there?” said his paid navigator. “Hopefully something that doesn’t grow up to eat me.” “What are you going call him?” the old traveler asked. “Her, it’s a her. And I’m going to call her Root.” “Why?” he asked confused. “It was my sister’s name.” Brannac said holding back tears.
Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure :).
Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure .
Does that include mine? You had three and then said accepted. Also, Would i be able to start a blacksmith store for my RPing Character?
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Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure .
Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure .
Sorry, just re-read the rules over and realised I forgot the spider
Yes, it does. And also Yes! This whole server is about building Skyrim, from small stores to entire cities! The players will slowly develop the world themselves, buying materials tto build their homes or hiring a builder. Read the "map" section in the original post.
If you need help with permissions i know a few good plugins such as essentials and group manager. I can set them up for you since i did it with my server and have mastered it.
If you need help with permissions i know a few good plugins such as essentials and group manager. I can set them up for you since i did it with my server and have mastered it.
Thank you so much for the offer! We use group manager for our server, and we are having a few troubles with it presently. Before you can help out though, the server has been temporarily suspended for now, due to us not paying yet . Don't feel obliged to donate just yet however, im sure the owner can find a few dollars lying around somewhere .
Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure .
alright! i wanted to make sure, so i put merchant in there as well, can merchants carry weapons? b/c bows are like my children xD
A merchant can have something to defend themseves with, sure. Just make sure that they aren't super experts at fighting though, because their path was a merchant, not a fighter :).
A merchant can have something to defend themseves with, sure. Just make sure that they aren't super experts at fighting though, because their path was a merchant, not a fighter .
Alright thanks! Can't wait to play. When do you think the server will be up?
Well, im not really sure. We have had some offers to help with permissions, but we are having problems other than permissions. See last post on page 4.
IGN: SpartanBorn About Yourself: I'm a hardcore skyrim fan, minecraft is a side game i play when skyrim gets boring >_<. I'm well educated with most minecraft plugins (essentials, world edit, world guard). I also love roleplay games. How long have you been roleplaying for?: Not too long maybe 2 years Do you have any skyrim experience?: yes Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you: 15 Do you agree to the rules and have you readallof the lore?: Yes and yes. IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied) Name: Spartacus (The Brave) Race: Human (Greek, don't exactly know what you mean by what type.) Appearance: Muscular, one defining scar over right eyebrow Fears: Swimming, boats. Drowning. Profession(The job your character does) : Guard Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Spartacus grew up in the town of Winderhelm. He grew up with his mother and father. His mom died during an Imperial raid on the city. Spartacus was traumatized by the death of his mother. He went into a state of shock were he talked to know one, did nothing. One day he came to his senses, his hatred of the imperial army had become immense. That day he swore to the world that every last Imperial would die at his hands. And general Tulius (Who ordered the raid) would die by his sword no matter what got in his way. He was known as the most brutal warrior in all the Stormcloak army. The enemy feared him, the bards at the collage sang songs of his strength. He was simply a legend. One day, he and his squad was launched to attack an Imperial scout group. The mission was successful. After searching through the scout's bag, a map was found.The map reveled a stash of coins located in the region behind Winterhold collage.He set out by himself to find this cave said to have money enough to buy the Blue Palace! Quickly after entering the cave Spartacus realized it was a trap, the entrance of the cave was blocked by a wall of rock. He turned to see a rush of water, the water swept him to the boulders, he gasped for one last breath. The water filled teh cave, he knew this would be the end. He would die knowing his goal to avenge his mother would vanish. Suddenly the rocks blocking the entrance crumbled to gravel. He left with his life. But paid heavily with a fear of water. Sparatcus saw the corruption of the world that no one else did. When he heard of the talk of a " New Skyrim". He set out to help in anyway possible. He fought bandits to his last breath, the ancient dwemer liked Spartacus's strength and courage to fight on. Over time he was forgotten by the people of Skyrim, and by the time skyrim had been cleared of its infection, he was just another Guard of Skyrim. Today few know of his brutality he is just another guard in the new lands of skyrim .As a guard he hasn't felt the adrenaline of the days of the Stormcloaks rebellion. He longs for blood, everyday his over powering need for a fight becomes harder and harder to resist. At the end of the day to clear this urge to kill he prays to the Deadric Prince Molag bal. One day he promises to make a group of highly trained warroirs to fight of the fears of Skyrim. But such dreams are still far from reach. Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): Sparatcus approches a group of bandits scudded over what seems to be a body. "Hey! Why don't you see what I have in my pockets?"-Spartacus. The bandits turn in Sparatcus's direction. One steps out in front. "I find it easier to find gold in pockets of the dead."- Bandit. "Well if you kill me im guessing you will have no problem looking through my pockets!"- Sparatcus. ---Epic Fight--- Sorry got caught up in my story i almost to forgot to add this!
Accepted!
So sorry I didn't see this! Great application though. Server is having a few issues, so we wont put out a release date.
Thank you so much for the offer! We use group manager for our server, and we are having a few troubles with it presently. Before you can help out though, the server has been temporarily suspended for now, due to us not paying yet . Don't feel obliged to donate just yet however, im sure the owner can find a few dollars lying around somewhere .
he he he. Don't worry. If its not up in 2 weeks ill pay for half. Also send me plugins over skype you want me to configure whenever u need them configured. Skype= Aeidos.troa
About Yourself: I am a boy looking for a nice new server to play on, I have many interests (they are on my profile page).
How long have you been roleplaying for?: I have never roleplayed before and I'm hoping this server will be my first
Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes from the real game on Xbox and PC.
Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 15
Do you agree to the rules and have you read all of the lore?: Yes
IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied)
Name: Blade (My name on the PC and Xbox games)
Race: Human - Nord
Appearance: Medium sized, Brown Hair, Scar covered face.
Fears: Losing those close to him.
Profession(The job your character does) : Other
Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): As a boy Blade lived in Cyrodiil (where the game Oblivion took place), he and his family lived a humble life in the Imperial City, they lived wealthier than most and had not a care in the world but one fateful night their house has approached by a group of black-hooded men, the hooded men murdered Blade's father in cold-blood with a small dagger and tied his mother to her bed and torched it, burning her alive, the men then slashed at Blade's face leaving his face heavily scarred, after mutilating his face they carved a pentagram onto his chest and left him to bleed, after hours of laying there bleeding Blade picked himself up and headed to an infirmary and got his wounds bandaged up. For years after the incident Blade searched the lands of Cyrodiil for his parent's murderers when one day almost as if by fate he caught word from one of the Dark Brotherhood's messengers that pentagrams carved on to the chests of the young is a distinct marking used by a group of assassins that are linked to the Dark Brotherhood, from there he further researched and followed the messengers of the Dark Brotherhood until one day he overheard that the assassin group is currently located in Skyrim, with a drive in his heart Blade set forward to Skyrim to destroy the assassins that murdered his parents, but on his travels to Skyrim he was confronted by several hooded men, but not the same that murdered his parents, they murmured some thing faintly and then raised their voices to say in sync "We know you've been following us, Blade". With a sharp pain to his stomach Blade fell to the ground and passed out from the intense pain, yet he had not been stabbed. An unknown amount of time later Blade awoke in a small hut just outside of Whiterun, he looked around the room looking for some sort of evidence of his location, without warning a single hooded man walked through the dimly lit doorway, before Blade could say anything the man said in a calm voice "We need your help." Sort of shocked Blade froze, it took a while to sink in before he replied with "What do you mean, I'm not an assassin?" The strange hooded man nodded and replied "We know who you are and we know why you are here, to kill those who killed your loved ones." Blade felt a slight shiver run down his spine as the man said that. "Yes, what is that to you?" The hooded man smirked slightly under his hood. "Well I happen to work for the Dark Brotherhood and those men..." Before he could finish Blade interrupted him and yelled. "You step back before I kill you where you stand, murederer!" The man stood completely still and silent, before continuing, "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, those men used to work for me and now they have gone rouge, I've known for a long while now that you have been looking for these men and I feel now it's time you have revenge, for us both, I talked to the rest of the Brotherhood about bringing you to Skyrim and they agreed to let you in and eliminate the group of bandits who killed your family." Astounded by what he just heard Blade arose from his bed and stepped to the door to outside, as he opened the door sunlight rushed in and surrounded the room. Just as Blade began to walk towards Whiterun the man whispered into his ear "Good luck." (Just a little bit to add to the story, Blade is not his real name, no-one except for Blade knows his real name, he changed his name after he decided to hunt down his parent's murderers due to the fact that the murderers might have been contracted to do the job and hunting them down with his real name would give away his identity instantly, therefore he came up with an appropriate name 'Blade' the one thing that started his struggle and the one thing that will end it once and for all).
Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): Blade drew his sword and pointed it at the Guard, "Don't come any closer I'm here for the assassin you locked up, that is all." He said this in a calmed tone, with a slightly angry tone in his voice the guard replied "Put that sword down now citizen, no-one will be getting this prisoner while I'm still here." "Well looks like we'll just have to take you out of the picture than won't we?"
Hopefully that's good?
About Yourself: I'm a bit of a newbie and love building in survival mode, and occasionally build in creative.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: I've roleplayed in other games, but this will be my first in Minecraft. I'm very excited.
Do you have any skyrim experience?: Yes, i've gotten to 99 thieving and slayed Alduin twice.
Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 12
Do you agree to the rules and have you read all of the lore?: Yes. Spiders make me sad.
IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied)
Name: Ackstul Wepler
Race: Argonian
Appearance: Masculine, with large legs from years of swimming and fishing (See BACKGROUND) Grey-Yellow scales with black speckles. Good with a sword. Uses light armor for quick, advanced attacks.
Fears: Horkers, Falmers, Precipitation.
Profession(The job your character does) : Blacksmith and/or Fisher
Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Axtul Wepler grew up in a rough city on the outskirts of Windhelm. Corrupt men raised taxes on everything, and eventually Axtul's parents ran away from the city with Axtul and his two brothers, Yevron and Teorx. They traveled for a long time, almost two full days, but stopepd near a large lake for a break. Axtul, being the only one in his family that was still physically capable, decided to take initiative and go swimming in the lake in pursuit of fish. He ended up successful. His family spent twelve years on on the coast of that lake, after building a cozy house right off the shore. Every day, Axtul would swim and fish, then go hunting for resources he could support the family with, being as his brothers were only 14 and 13. (2 and 1 at the time of the fleeing) One morning, Axtul woke up and realized a new feeling in the air. Peace? Harmony? He left early that morning and traveled until he found an city, to see it purified. Men had new houses, children were well-fed or even over-fed. Beggarts were off the street, shops were in full-stock, and everything was well. Axtul returned home, to tell his family about the new serenity in Skyrim. As he came to his house, his two brothers ran from the house, tears in their eyes, and screaming words that weren't understandable. After Axtul asked them the problem, he could make out the words "mom" and "dad" from their sobs and rambles. Axtul pieced things together, and quickly ran inside. A hunched sillouette was coming from the room where Axtul's parents slepts, with a long elven blade dripping with blood. As it stepped into the light, it's grosteque face resembled the one of a falmer, disgusting and grosteque. Axtul quickly realized what had happened. He quickly unsheathed his roughly hand-crafted sword from his leather sheath and slammed the blunt edge against the side of his head. That night they burnt it's body at the stake. Axtul walked into his parent's room, finding their bodies horrible mutilated. He took their bodies and crafted one large coffin. The next morning he layed it gently in the lake, as an Argonian honor. Days later, he took his brothers to the only place they would be safe. He traveled to Dawnguard with them, after many days of travel. He left them in his aunt Elivi's care, telling her what had happened. He settled in Dawnguard, and took up a job as the apprentice of a blacksmith. He's skilled in the art of crafting all sorts of things, from wood to diamond. (493 words)
Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation):
Axtul: My dear ma'am, what can I get you today?
Woman: I'd like some Gold armor for my husband. It's his birthday today and he will be wanting some new armor for hunting.
Axtul: Oh, ma'am, gold is a very rare material and it will cost you dearly.
Woman: That's fine, I just need a chestplate.
Axtul: Yes ma'am, I will send a messenger to you when I've finished.
*Walks into the shop*
Axtul: Sir... do we have any Gold?
Blacksmith: Gold? Yes, I believe so. Check the chest in the back.
*Axtul checks the chest*
Axtul: How much do we charge for a gold chestplate?
Blacksmith: A gold chestplate? Why we haven't made one of those in years. I'd say, maybe... five thousand septims! The forging process is so precise it is nearly impossible to do it perfect without melting the gold completely. Are you sure you wish to undergo this task?
Axtul: Yes sir. I've been watching you and I believe i have the experience I need.
*After many hours of forging, Axtul produces an extrodinary golden chestplate*
Axtul: Messanger, send a message to the woman that ordered this and leave her with a bill of five thousand septims. Her name is on the roster.
*SCENE*
IGN: ninja_plz783
About Yourself: I love RPing and i love skyrim and minecraft, this is perfect. I'm a great builder. I will be on most of the time unless i have to study.
How long have you been roleplaying for?: 2 years
Do you have any skyrim experience?: yes i beat the main quest. i worked on the side quests for a while then gave up .
Age(Not necessary, but it does help us trust you : 15
Do you agree to the rules and have you read all of the lore?: yes
IC (Please make your application relate to the lore. If you don’t, you will be instantly denied)
Name: Brannac Light
Race: Altmer
Appearance: Tall, quiet. fare skin. always wears his Bear cloak. dark forest green eyes. Blends in with his backgrounds
Fears: Vampires
Profession(The job your character does) :Archer or Merchant
Background(200 words minimum, must relate to lore): Brannac woke up to the sound of snow crunching under the hard skin of his wolf's feet. He struggled to his feet from the dreariness. He started to have a coughing fit, but it quickly subsided. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. As soon as he thought this, it was as if a log fell on his head. He had a major migraine at this point. He felt his head to steady it when he noticed a nice big lump. "I must have fell from this hill and hit my head on this log." he told his trusty companion, looking at a small drop off of a cliff. A reassuring "woof" came from Root. Brannac stretched his back, popped his knuckles, then picked up his trusty re-curve bow that he was taught to make by a group of Nomads. The intensity of the drawback made this bow a very lethal, but handy tool. He knocked an arrow and fired at a nearby squirrel, to make sure he hasn’t lost his mind completely yet. He called for Root to come along as they headed out of the woods. They have been traveling for 5 moons to find a nice place to settle far, but yet no so far from civilization. “I want some peace, but some people to share it with.” the young Altmer always told himself to not lose hope. As the trees started to thin, he saw the black thickness of a chimney. He smiled, looked at Root, who gave a happy “yip”, then they started to jog towards the smoke, hoping this would where their long journey would end.
Role play example (just include your character in a roleplay situation): The sound of wolves surrounded the lone elf. Brannac unsheathes his hunting knife knowing it would hold no hope for him. He leapt towards a wolf, knowing he won’t go down without a fight, and struck it in the head killing it. The wolves, now backing away, growled and snarled, but Brannac knew he had struck fear into their hearts by killing, obviously, their pack leader. 1 turned around and started trotting away from the rest. A few moments later the rest followed. Brannac let out a sigh of relief whilst sheathing his knife when he heard a whimper. He looked into the now disturbed snow to find a small pup. He kneeled down to pick up the wolf, obliviously very confused. Brannac covered the small pup in a blanket and walked back to his camping spot, nursing his new companion as he went.
“What you got there?” said his paid navigator.
“Hopefully something that doesn’t grow up to eat me.”
“What are you going call him?” the old traveler asked.
“Her, it’s a her. And I’m going to call her Root.”
“Why?” he asked confused.
“It was my sister’s name.” Brannac said holding back tears.
Thats lazy, you should see what I normally do. . .
I'm lazy I just posted a picture of my elve skin lol
tried to go with merchant, on account of how much i like to travel
Well, we have the throat of the world, and the swamps. The starting city is in a forest, densly occupied with trees, and near it is a desert. Finding other easter eggs is up to you guys! Look in the "Map" spoiler for more information.
We are using groupmanager for permissions, and we also need help with herochat. Helping out will speed up the opening process so thanks for the offer!
Accepted!
Great applications! Archer (or more commonly known as hunter on this server) Is currently being restricted due to the extreme amount of people applying for the profession. Once we get a wider variety I will let people apply as archers again . Also, stayfrosty, can you confirm that you read the rules? Just to make sure :).
Does that include mine? You had three and then said accepted. Also, Would i be able to start a blacksmith store for my RPing Character?
Yeah I read the rules dude
Sorry, just re-read the rules over and realised I forgot the spider
Thank you so much for the offer! We use group manager for our server, and we are having a few troubles with it presently. Before you can help out though, the server has been temporarily suspended for now, due to us not paying yet . Don't feel obliged to donate just yet however, im sure the owner can find a few dollars lying around somewhere .
alright! i wanted to make sure, so i put merchant in there as well, can merchants carry weapons? b/c bows are like my children xD
Alright thanks! Can't wait to play. When do you think the server will be up?
Accepted!
So sorry I didn't see this! Great application though. Server is having a few issues, so we wont put out a release date.