The Legends of Aelryth is a hardcore, strictly RP server that is currently being developed. I am the Head Game Admin of the server, Cornfish12 is the Owner of the server alongside his friend Metamorphisis.
Introduction
We have 4 races including a Unique race.
We have the basic fantasy races, Humans, Elves, Hobgoblins and Dwarves, though the Dwarves are an extinct race and only their ruins remain behind.
That's where the unique race, the "Ilaqari" come in. Another race from another world, they are currently seeking refuge in Aelryth, as a demonic horde chases them through the portal they used to get into Aelryth.
Now the taint of their old home world spreads destroying the land, the Ilaqari stand few and outnumbered against the demonic hordes created by the spirit Nox.
Meanwhile in the Human Kingdom of Aldricstad, the humans grow fat and plentiful in as their riches amass. They are a nation full of merchants.
In the Elven Kingdom of Velyian they grow quiet, attuned to nature, ignoring the outside world.
The Hobgoblins run rampant in tribes throughout Aelryth, raiding the land and pillaging the towns.
Aelryth already has a pot full of trouble brewing for it, though it will surely shatter from what is to come next, ancient beings from the Void have been rumored to be appearing in the land once more after being banished from the land of the living 30,000 years ago.
Nerull, a fearsome Necromancer is rumored to have returned once more.
Stand beside the Wizard of Aelryth, The Archmage of the Ilaqari, The fearsome Warlords of the Hobgoblins, The wealthy and powerful Humans and the quick willed Elves to defend Aelryth or destroy it.
But enough for introductions, I am here to ask for your help. Currently we need Builders! Lore Writers! Skin Makers! So many things! Heres a list:
Requirements:
Skype
Knowledge on Voxel, WorldEdit (Builders Only)
Experience
Though tis sad to say, you will not be payed, this is volunteer work to help create something beautiful and something many players will be going around saying "It is EPIC!".
So if you wish to help, please fill out this and ill respond to you.
What position are you applying for?
MC Name:
Skype Name:
What Timezone are you in?
Age:
Hours Available:
Previous work as a ****:
Experience:
Screenshots of your work (Skin Makers and Builders Only):
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only):
We have 4 races including a Unique race.
We have the basic fantasy races, Humans, Elves, Hobgoblins and Dwarves, though the Dwarves are an extinct race and only their ruins remain behind.
That's where the unique race, the "Ilaqari" come in. Another race from another world, they are currently seeking refuge in Aelryth, as a demonic horde chases them through the portal they used to get into Aelryth.
Now the taint of their old home world spreads destroying the land, the Ilaqari stand few and outnumbered against the demonic hordes created by the spirit Nox.
Meanwhile in the Human Kingdom of Aldricstad, the humans grow fat and plentiful in as their riches amass. They are a nation full of merchants.
In the Elven Kingdom of Velyian they grow quiet, attuned to nature, ignoring the outside world.
The Hobgoblins run rampant in tribes throughout Aelryth, raiding the land and pillaging the towns.
Aelryth already has a pot full of trouble brewing for it, though it will surely shatter from what is to come next, ancient beings from the Void have been rumored to be appearing in the land once more after being banished from the land of the living 30,000 years ago.
Nerull, a fearsome Necromancer is rumored to have returned once more.
Stand beside the Wizard of Aelryth, The Archmage of the Ilaqari, The fearsome Warlords of the Hobgoblins, The wealthy and powerful Humans and the quick willed Elves to defend Aelryth or destroy it.
Here ive made it a bit more legible and changed a few things.
Previous work as a ****:Admin on 2 servers, mod on 3 and co owner on 1
Experience:I have some experiance in lore writing but I am very good at it Ive been playing minecraft for about a year and a half now.
Screenshots of your work (Skin Makers and Builders Only):
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only):Some lore written for a character
When Arakanor was born he was taken from is mother because it was believed that he was possessed with demons of the night.In truth he was blessed by the Mother of nature to be faster,stronger,more agile, and smarter than other humans.As Arakanor grew inside the dungeons of the towns castle he began to trust other humans less and less and had discovered he could speak to animals and learned their language if he was around them long enough.At the age of 8 Arakanor decided it was time for this to end.He and the rats who he had learned to talk to you years before began to plot a way to get him free.After two days time the plan was set, the rats were to swarm the guardians of Arakanors cell and two were to retrieve the keys from the guards.After Arakanor had managed to undo his shackles, he quickly ran for the exit.After this incident no saw nor heard of Arakanor, until 15 years later when someone noticed that the man who had been coming in the tavern every night in a hood and cloak happened to be Arakanor.He was quickly reported to the guards who went to investigate, by the time they had arrived Arakanor was gone and the tavern was robbed blind, as the guards looked up to signal the tower guards they noticed a shadowed figure darting from to rooftops of the village to the town walls and then into the trees.To this day no one knows the true location of Arakanors camp, but it is said anyone who does find it, is found in the town river with an arrow in the middle of their skull.
Any other information you would like to share:I have skype and a mic
What position are you applying for? Any of them would be nice but im specially interested into Lore writer
MC Name: joeyl123
Skype Name: joeyl123
What Timezone are you in?
Age: 14, I may be young but still my mind is mature
Hours Available: I play all hours I can everyday, That's like 1~3 hours a day
Previous work as a ****: Admin in past few servers and normal player in other ones... servers werent so popular
Experience: Ive played since beta 1.2, been staff in many servers since March 2011 and have been learning plugins
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only): This is part of the story of my normal RP character:
Aucard Bartolog Fenmk parents are unknown while his grandparents are
Freplash Bartolog& Qamra Sabta. One of the most important person on Aucards's story is Chrysophylax, his magic tutor and his protector.
Aucard was born in the little town of Acesia, in his grandpa’s house. He lived there for 6 years, having a peaceful life. He had everything he wanted, he was only-child from a rich family, but even he had everything he was always bored, he hated his life, it was just too simple, always the same.
One day he left the village to help his grandpa get some wood. He was happy to do something different for the first time in his life, the feeling of having an axe in his hands and walking around the forest... but what he didn’t know was that while they were cutting woods his house was falling down... It was exactly 1 hour after they left the house when some barbarians attacked his town. Most of the people had escaped except a few who were slained, one of them was his grandma...
All the houses were burnt by the time they got back, they were devasted and confused, they didn’t know what happened but still they ran to their house looking if it was fine, but as we all know it wasn’t, they looked for her grandma, they looked everywhere, below the fallen wood, below the furnitures, below the bed, everywhere but they couldn’t find her....
They ran to the other houses looking for help shouting "Anyone can help us?!","Anyone can hear us?!" and even "Is anyone alive?!", but no answer was heard. After time passed and night fell they decided to refugee in a cave near the town, and so 3 days passed...
3 days passed... they were hungry, dirty, sad, but mostly confused.... they still didn’t know what happened... so they decided to head to town to investigate and get some supplies...
They were walking around looking for food and hints, they got near the plaza, where the people always met thinking they could find something, a letter, food, tools, just a small sign of hope... but what they found were the bodies of the slained... and between them the body of her grandma... when they saw it they felt into their knees crying, shouting, asking how that happened, why they left to get useless wood, why they couldn’t save her from that horrible destiny... they were knocked... they couldn’t believe it... but finally they got up they took all the food they could and they headed back to the cave.... they spent all the night without talking and they went to sleep as soon the sun fell... the next morning they were the same, they couldn’t even open their mouth... they were just too tired of all these, they wanted to took their own life... for the next few days they tried 5 times suiciding and the 5 of them failed...
They returned to the town for more food...And… A man appeared... another man following him... two more behind them... five... ten... fifty... and suddenly one hundred people appeared... they weren’t from the town, not even from the nation, they were the barbarians... the people who had destroyed their life, and suddenly they realized of everything... all of the pieces of the puzzle fit now... as soon as the grandpa realized he told to Aucard to run, to run as fast as he could.
And he did, he ran as never, crying, shouting, praying, and asking for help... He got back to the cave and he stayed there for his grandpa... who never came back... after 2 days he went back to the town and found the body, destroyed, he could barely know it was his grandpa... he was sad...
He spent 2 days 2 nights next to his grandpa and his Granma... until he decided to bury them and have a new life... but what he could do? He was just 6 years... He barely knew how to live... and know alone? in the wilderness? He was without hopes but he didn’t have any other way... so he left...
Any other information you would like to share: Not really, just that i would like a fast reply
What Timezone are you in? GMT+10:00 (Brisbane, Australia)
Age: 17
Hours Available: As a lore writer I can work as many hours as deemed necessary.
Previous work as a lore writer: At school (graduated) I did many creative writing assignments and exams.
Experience: Playing Minecraft since Beta 1.4
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only):
The streets of Little Andorhal were newly paved, as the city had only been erected around 2 years ago. The houses were all made out of brick, except the white two-storey house on the very north of the town. This house belonged to Lucas Andorhal, the man who invested his entire life's savings into the construction of the town. He was a very tall man, with a very thin moustache and curly brown hair. He seemed as though he was out of a fictional story, for his features were those of a character in a book that all the females usually swoon over. Dean found Mr Andorhal very amusing, as he would usually make observational jokes at the town meetings. Sam on the other hand found him very suspicious.
At night, every Tuesday, Sam could see him walking down the main road of Little Andorhal. Well if you count speed-walking as walking, then he would indeed be walking. One of the weirder things was that Mr Andorhal was carrying a black sort of robe, slung over his shoulders, as he walked down the street, towards the very cliff face that he and Dean were now standing upon. Their goal tonight was to find out exactly what Mr Andorhal was doing every Tuesday night. Dean was very reluctant to come along, but bribes of Sam's share of ice-cream in the freezer had done wonders to change Dean's mind.
Any other information you would like to share:
Games I have previously played include:
The Legends of Aelryth is a hardcore, strictly RP server that is currently being developed. I am the Head Game Admin of the server, Cornfish12 is the Owner of the server alongside his friend Metamorphisis.
Introduction
We have 4 races including a Unique race.
We have the basic fantasy races, Humans, Elves, Hobgoblins and Dwarves, though the Dwarves are an extinct race and only their ruins remain behind.
That's where the unique race, the "Ilaqari" come in. Another race from another world, they are currently seeking refuge in Aelryth, as a demonic horde chases them through the portal they used to get into Aelryth.
Now the taint of their old home world spreads destroying the land, the Ilaqari stand few and outnumbered against the demonic hordes created by the spirit Nox.
Meanwhile in the Human Kingdom of Aldricstad, the humans grow fat and plentiful in as their riches amass. They are a nation full of merchants.
In the Elven Kingdom of Velyian they grow quiet, attuned to nature, ignoring the outside world.
The Hobgoblins run rampant in tribes throughout Aelryth, raiding the land and pillaging the towns.
Aelryth already has a pot full of trouble brewing for it, though it will surely shatter from what is to come next, ancient beings from the Void have been rumored to be appearing in the land once more after being banished from the land of the living 30,000 years ago.
Nerull, a fearsome Necromancer is rumored to have returned once more.
Stand beside the Wizard of Aelryth, The Archmage of the Ilaqari, The fearsome Warlords of the Hobgoblins, The wealthy and powerful Humans and the quick willed Elves to defend Aelryth or destroy it.
But enough for introductions, I am here to ask for your help. Currently we need Builders! Lore Writers! Skin Makers! So many things! Heres a list:
Builders
GM's
Lore Writers
Skin Makers
Plugin Developers
Requirements:
Skype
Knowledge on Voxel, WorldEdit (Builders Only)
Experience
Though tis sad to say, you will not be payed, this is volunteer work to help create something beautiful and something many players will be going around saying "It is EPIC!".
So if you wish to help, please fill out this and ill respond to you.
Skype Name: none, but i can easily make one if really wanted
What Timezone are you in? central european
Age:16
Hours Available: irregular my work hours changes alot. normal 2ish hours in the evening
Previous work as a Lore writer: I have written some stories before.
Experience: Writing stories
Screenshots of your work (Skin Makers and Builders Only):
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only): Ill send you a story im writing.
Any other information you would like to share: I have steam and gmail. If you want them I can send you a pm. I will not make them public though.
We have the basic fantasy races, Humans, Elves, Hobgoblins and Dwarves, though the Dwarves are an extinct race and only their ruins remain behind.
That's where the unique race, the "Ilaqari" come in. Another race from another world, they are currently seeking refuge in Aelryth, as a demonic horde chases them through the portal they used to get into Aelryth.
Now the taint of their old home world spreads destroying the land, the Ilaqari stand few and outnumbered against the demonic hordes created by the spirit Nox.
Meanwhile in the Human Kingdom of Aldricstad, the humans grow fat and plentiful in as their riches amass. They are a nation full of merchants.
In the Elven Kingdom of Velyian they grow quiet, attuned to nature, ignoring the outside world.
The Hobgoblins run rampant in tribes throughout Aelryth, raiding the land and pillaging the towns.
Aelryth already has a pot full of trouble brewing for it, though it will surely shatter from what is to come next, ancient beings from the Void have been rumored to be appearing in the land once more after being banished from the land of the living 30,000 years ago.
Nerull, a fearsome Necromancer is rumored to have returned once more.
Stand beside the Wizard of Aelryth, The Archmage of the Ilaqari, The fearsome Warlords of the Hobgoblins, The wealthy and powerful Humans and the quick willed Elves to defend Aelryth or destroy it.
Here ive made it a bit more legible and changed a few things.
"archmage_cataris"
Skype Name:vukgrujic2000
What Timezone are you in? GTM+1
Age:11
Hours Available:Undecided
Previous work as a skin maker Making my own skins
Experience:good
Screenshots of your work (Skin Makers and Builders Only): too lazy to upload
Any other information you would like to share Dont think that i dont know anything just couse im 11
MC Name:MajorLeRetarded
Skype Name:Ill give if im accepted
What Timezone are you in?EST
Age:16
Hours Available:4:00PM EST0-10:00PM EST
Previous work as a ****:Admin on 2 servers, mod on 3 and co owner on 1
Experience:I have some experiance in lore writing but I am very good at it Ive been playing minecraft for about a year and a half now.
Screenshots of your work (Skin Makers and Builders Only):
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only):Some lore written for a character
When Arakanor was born he was taken from is mother because it was believed that he was possessed with demons of the night.In truth he was blessed by the Mother of nature to be faster,stronger,more agile, and smarter than other humans.As Arakanor grew inside the dungeons of the towns castle he began to trust other humans less and less and had discovered he could speak to animals and learned their language if he was around them long enough.At the age of 8 Arakanor decided it was time for this to end.He and the rats who he had learned to talk to you years before began to plot a way to get him free.After two days time the plan was set, the rats were to swarm the guardians of Arakanors cell and two were to retrieve the keys from the guards.After Arakanor had managed to undo his shackles, he quickly ran for the exit.After this incident no saw nor heard of Arakanor, until 15 years later when someone noticed that the man who had been coming in the tavern every night in a hood and cloak happened to be Arakanor.He was quickly reported to the guards who went to investigate, by the time they had arrived Arakanor was gone and the tavern was robbed blind, as the guards looked up to signal the tower guards they noticed a shadowed figure darting from to rooftops of the village to the town walls and then into the trees.To this day no one knows the true location of Arakanors camp, but it is said anyone who does find it, is found in the town river with an arrow in the middle of their skull.
Any other information you would like to share:I have skype and a mic
PM me.
@Illusion, Ill need to talk to you personally before I can accept you, add me on skype
"Archmage_Cataris"
MC Name: joeyl123
Skype Name: joeyl123
What Timezone are you in?
Age: 14, I may be young but still my mind is mature
Hours Available: I play all hours I can everyday, That's like 1~3 hours a day
Previous work as a ****: Admin in past few servers and normal player in other ones... servers werent so popular
Experience: Ive played since beta 1.2, been staff in many servers since March 2011 and have been learning plugins
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only): This is part of the story of my normal RP character:
Aucard Bartolog Fenmk parents are unknown while his grandparents are
Freplash Bartolog& Qamra Sabta. One of the most important person on Aucards's story is Chrysophylax, his magic tutor and his protector.
Aucard was born in the little town of Acesia, in his grandpa’s house. He lived there for 6 years, having a peaceful life. He had everything he wanted, he was only-child from a rich family, but even he had everything he was always bored, he hated his life, it was just too simple, always the same.
One day he left the village to help his grandpa get some wood. He was happy to do something different for the first time in his life, the feeling of having an axe in his hands and walking around the forest... but what he didn’t know was that while they were cutting woods his house was falling down... It was exactly 1 hour after they left the house when some barbarians attacked his town. Most of the people had escaped except a few who were slained, one of them was his grandma...
All the houses were burnt by the time they got back, they were devasted and confused, they didn’t know what happened but still they ran to their house looking if it was fine, but as we all know it wasn’t, they looked for her grandma, they looked everywhere, below the fallen wood, below the furnitures, below the bed, everywhere but they couldn’t find her....
They ran to the other houses looking for help shouting "Anyone can help us?!","Anyone can hear us?!" and even "Is anyone alive?!", but no answer was heard. After time passed and night fell they decided to refugee in a cave near the town, and so 3 days passed...
3 days passed... they were hungry, dirty, sad, but mostly confused.... they still didn’t know what happened... so they decided to head to town to investigate and get some supplies...
They were walking around looking for food and hints, they got near the plaza, where the people always met thinking they could find something, a letter, food, tools, just a small sign of hope... but what they found were the bodies of the slained... and between them the body of her grandma... when they saw it they felt into their knees crying, shouting, asking how that happened, why they left to get useless wood, why they couldn’t save her from that horrible destiny... they were knocked... they couldn’t believe it... but finally they got up they took all the food they could and they headed back to the cave.... they spent all the night without talking and they went to sleep as soon the sun fell... the next morning they were the same, they couldn’t even open their mouth... they were just too tired of all these, they wanted to took their own life... for the next few days they tried 5 times suiciding and the 5 of them failed...
They returned to the town for more food...And… A man appeared... another man following him... two more behind them... five... ten... fifty... and suddenly one hundred people appeared... they weren’t from the town, not even from the nation, they were the barbarians... the people who had destroyed their life, and suddenly they realized of everything... all of the pieces of the puzzle fit now... as soon as the grandpa realized he told to Aucard to run, to run as fast as he could.
And he did, he ran as never, crying, shouting, praying, and asking for help... He got back to the cave and he stayed there for his grandpa... who never came back... after 2 days he went back to the town and found the body, destroyed, he could barely know it was his grandpa... he was sad...
He spent 2 days 2 nights next to his grandpa and his Granma... until he decided to bury them and have a new life... but what he could do? He was just 6 years... He barely knew how to live... and know alone? in the wilderness? He was without hopes but he didn’t have any other way... so he left...
Any other information you would like to share: Not really, just that i would like a fast reply
MC Name: riggers2009
Skype Name: riggers2009
What Timezone are you in? GMT+10:00 (Brisbane, Australia)
Age: 17
Hours Available: As a lore writer I can work as many hours as deemed necessary.
Previous work as a lore writer: At school (graduated) I did many creative writing assignments and exams.
Experience: Playing Minecraft since Beta 1.4
Examples of your written lore (Lore Writers only):
The streets of Little Andorhal were newly paved, as the city had only been erected around 2 years ago. The houses were all made out of brick, except the white two-storey house on the very north of the town. This house belonged to Lucas Andorhal, the man who invested his entire life's savings into the construction of the town. He was a very tall man, with a very thin moustache and curly brown hair. He seemed as though he was out of a fictional story, for his features were those of a character in a book that all the females usually swoon over. Dean found Mr Andorhal very amusing, as he would usually make observational jokes at the town meetings. Sam on the other hand found him very suspicious.
At night, every Tuesday, Sam could see him walking down the main road of Little Andorhal. Well if you count speed-walking as walking, then he would indeed be walking. One of the weirder things was that Mr Andorhal was carrying a black sort of robe, slung over his shoulders, as he walked down the street, towards the very cliff face that he and Dean were now standing upon. Their goal tonight was to find out exactly what Mr Andorhal was doing every Tuesday night. Dean was very reluctant to come along, but bribes of Sam's share of ice-cream in the freezer had done wonders to change Dean's mind.
Any other information you would like to share:
Games I have previously played include: