Legally is a word throw around a lot today... I would suggest Googling minecraft 1.8 jar download. Also only trusted members and staff are allowed in currently. We are in the building phase.
Legally is a word throw around a lot today... I would suggest Googling minecraft 1.8 jar download. Also only trusted members and staff are allowed in currently. We are in the building phase.
Which this, actually, is illegal. You're better off using MCPatcher.
How dare you suggest to remove Whiterun. Its like in the middle of Skyrim and is important. Its like not having a stop at some country after a 20 hour flight >.>
IGN: bac12
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have played two other role play servers also fallout 3 and new vegas and skyrim
Why Us: because i am a big fan of skyrim and minecraft role play servers
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or 2 every day or 2
IC
Name: Jahkobe Endren
Race: RedGuard
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: peasant like clothes
Fears: Dragons and massive spiders and ice wraiths
Personality: a kind but aggressive man that in enjoys smithing and hunting and playing with his pets. Also is vary skilled at fighting.
Occupation: He is self employed and sells his smith work like swords and hunts and sells animal hide.
Skills: smithing LV 65 Archery LV 68 One handed LV 75
Nickname (Optional): no nickname
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Jake: Good eavening sir would you like to look at my fine wares? Jahkob: Umm no thank you sir but I mite look when i come back Jake: *smiles* well if your going to come back why not just look now Jahkob: Still no because when i come back i will have more money to spend Jake: oh o,k i will see you in a little wile then *Shake hands* Jahkob: Yes we will goodbye *walks away* Lilyan: *Bumps in to Jahkob* oh i,m sorry sir Jahkob: Oh now it was me i,m sorry Lilyan: Oh well i must get going i,m in a hurry *Walks at a fast passe away* Jahkob: *thinks hmm that was an odd girl and continues on*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): He was born in a small town then when he was three him and his family moved in to the wilderness to start a new life. So he grew up learning to farm and hunt from his father. Also his mother was a fine smith she taught him how to make iron hide and leather armor and weapons and also how to make clothes. His father also taught him how to survive in the wild by himself. Threw his teen years he got interested in the city life so he ran away for hours at a time and came home with all kinds of goods like goat cheese steal and other things to.
So when he became 20 years old he moved to Sentinel and worked at a smith shop making armor and weapons to further improve his skills. But as he got older he disided to go to his home town Hegathe to see one of his good friends So he got him a job at a lumber mill. He stayed there for 2 years wondering were he should go. As the months past he finely went to Skyrim he stayed in the town of witerun for a wile then dicided to move to River Wood were lives now as a small farmer and a smith in the town.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
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Posts:
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Member Details
OOC
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. Tiny leaves and twigs decorate his hair. His clothing is composed out of the very nature and foliage of Valenwood. Wood as strong as iron was used in the creation of his armor, with intricate designs of Bosmer craftsmanship. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to daggers. He’s an amazing tactician and strategist, and living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh tundra of Skyrim. As a strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” The King laughed slightly at the joke, the wind of the forest rushing through the high council hall, echoing the past revelry that once took place here. “How am I to get there, High King? Should I start walking?” The king composed himself once more and replied, “No, I hardly think that will be necessary. We have a caravan awaiting at your command. You may leave when you are ready.” He motioned to the exit of the hall, the forest gleaming through the opened entrance.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
IGN: bac12
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have played two other role play servers also fallout 3 and new vegas and skyrim
Why Us: because i am a big fan of skyrim and minecraft role play servers
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or 2 every day or 2
IC
Name: Jahkobe Endren
Race: RedGuard
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: peasant like clothes
Fears: Dragons and massive spiders and ice wraiths
Personality: a kind but aggressive man that in enjoys smithing and hunting and playing with his pets. Also is vary skilled at fighting.
Occupation: He is self employed and sells his smith work like swords and hunts and sells animal hide
Skills: smithing LV 65 Archery LV 68 One handed LV 75
Nickname (Optional): no nickname
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Jake: Good eavening sir would you like to look at my fine wares? Jahkob: Umm no thank you sir but I mite look when i come back Jake: *smiles* well if your going to come back why not just look now Jahkob: Still no because when i come back i will have more money to spend Jake: oh o,k i will see you in a little wile then *Shake hands* Jahkob: Yes we will goodbye *walks away* Lilyan: *Bumps in to Jahkob* oh i,m sorry sir Jahkob: Oh now it was me i,m sorry Lilyan: Oh well i must get going i,m in a hurry *Walks at a fast passe away* Jahkob: *thinks hmm that was an odd girl and continues on*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): He was born in a small town then when he was three him and his family moved in to the wilderness to start a new life. So he grew up learning to farm and hunt from his father. Also his mother was a fine smith she taught him how to make iron hide and leather armor and weapons and also how to make clothes. His father also taught him how to survive in the wild by himself. Threw his teen years he got interested in the city life so he ran away for hours at a time and came home with all kinds of goods like goat cheese steal and other things to.
So when he became 20 years old he moved to Sentinel and worked at a smith shop making armor and weapons to further improve his skills. But as he got older he disided to go to his home town Hegathe to see one of his good friends So he got him a job at a lumber mill. He stayed there for 2 years wondering were he should go. As the months past he finely went to Skyrim he stayed in the town of witerun for a wile then dicided to move to River Wood were lives now as a small farmer and a smith in the town.
Fixed mine ^
Accepted, a nice neutral application. They are my favorite.
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. Tiny leaves and twigs decorate his hair. His clothing is composed out of the very nature and foliage of Valenwood. Wood as strong as iron was used in the creation of his armor, with intricate designs of Bosmer craftsmanship. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to daggers. He’s an amazing tactician and strategist, and living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh tundra of Skyrim. As a strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” The King laughed slightly at the joke, the wind of the forest rushing through the high council hall, echoing the past revelry that once took place here. “How am I to get there, High King? Should I start walking?” The king composed himself once more and replied, “No, I hardly think that will be necessary. We have a caravan awaiting at your command. You may leave when you are ready.” He motioned to the exit of the hall, the forest gleaming through the opened entrance.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
Accepted. I'm positive we will get to know eachother well beig the only two wood elves on the server thus far.
IGN:Lord_Clover
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:8/10
Why Us: Because I like Skyrim and would like to play it on minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends mainly
IC
Name:Thomas Baker
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:White male, 6'3", black hair dark eyes, strength 7/10
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A thinker doesnt have a education but would like one, and spends most of his time thinking. He is strong and is willing to help others, as long as they dont get on his bad side. Likes the idea of living as a hermit
Occupation:Farming
Skills:Farming, and Swordsmenship
Nickname (Optional): Tom
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Is that...is that it? I am not sure what you mean? Thats not right! we have to do the right thing. *sigh* alright whatever you say.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Thomas Baker was raised on a farm, and taught how to take care of himself and others around him. He was taught how to farm and take care of the land. He also was raised with the idea of honor and chivalry. His father, who had once been a warrior, had taught him self defence and how to handle a sword. Thomas knew the difference between right and wrong and lived his life on those principles.
Later on in Thomas's life he began to want to explore the land of Skyrim. When he became a man on his 16th birthday he decided, with his parents blessing, to leave their farm and explore the land. Taking his wolf friend, Athena, Thomas went to town, to find a friend, named John, who also wanted to leave their boring village for a life of magic and wonder.
While on the trip the band had gone through many different experiences. They had fought off wild animals, includeing magical ones such as, werewolves, vampires, and giants. They had met and made friends and enimies which help and attack them through their journy. Then finally they had survived famine, and illness. It seemed no matter how bad things had gotten they always seemed they could over come and defeat the obstacle.
After 5 years however John was begining to change and become more reclusive and sinister. He began to become angry over nothing, and snap at Thomas for no apparent reason. In addition, whenever they incountered enemeys, John had began killing their enemys mercilessly and with a evil pleasure. Thomas sensing things were wrong he had confronted John. John, was in a especially angry mood, attacked Thomas and forced Thomas to defend himself, and ending with Thomas killing John.
Crushed from loseing his friend Thomas didn't know what to do. He had continued traveling, and visiting villages and towns. However he couldnt continue without his friend. So Thomas had decided to make a house in the wilderness to wait for something to make him come out of the wilderness.
Legally is a word throw around a lot today... I would suggest Googling minecraft 1.8 jar download. Also only trusted members and staff are allowed in currently. We are in the building phase.
Thank you! Great progress is being made, I might sneak some pics tonight.
Which this, actually, is illegal. You're better off using MCPatcher.
I always hear good reviews about that program. I need to look into it.
Just google 'MC Nostalgia'.
I dont know where to get 1.8 :sad.gif:
I bet you that when bukkit is 1.0 there will be tons more people.
-Raven
EDIT: Oh, Nostalgia, thanks, but how the hell does it work? lol
Repost it here and I'll review it :biggrin.gif:
Work is keeping me from you D:
In other news. I'll be on in about 2 hours to commence work on Battlestone.
It's a few pages back.
I'm on my phone and it's very difficult and it takes forever to change pages. I would appreciate it if you reported it.
IGN: bac12
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have played two other role play servers also fallout 3 and new vegas and skyrim
Why Us: because i am a big fan of skyrim and minecraft role play servers
Time You Can Dedicate: about an hour or 2 every day or 2
IC
Name: Jahkobe Endren
Race: RedGuard
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: peasant like clothes
Fears: Dragons and massive spiders and ice wraiths
Personality: a kind but aggressive man that in enjoys smithing and hunting and playing with his pets. Also is vary skilled at fighting.
Occupation: He is self employed and sells his smith work like swords and hunts and sells animal hide.
Skills: smithing LV 65 Archery LV 68 One handed LV 75
Nickname (Optional): no nickname
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Jake: Good eavening sir would you like to look at my fine wares? Jahkob: Umm no thank you sir but I mite look when i come back Jake: *smiles* well if your going to come back why not just look now Jahkob: Still no because when i come back i will have more money to spend Jake: oh o,k i will see you in a little wile then *Shake hands* Jahkob: Yes we will goodbye *walks away* Lilyan: *Bumps in to Jahkob* oh i,m sorry sir Jahkob: Oh now it was me i,m sorry Lilyan: Oh well i must get going i,m in a hurry *Walks at a fast passe away* Jahkob: *thinks hmm that was an odd girl and continues on*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): He was born in a small town then when he was three him and his family moved in to the wilderness to start a new life. So he grew up learning to farm and hunt from his father. Also his mother was a fine smith she taught him how to make iron hide and leather armor and weapons and also how to make clothes. His father also taught him how to survive in the wild by himself. Threw his teen years he got interested in the city life so he ran away for hours at a time and came home with all kinds of goods like goat cheese steal and other things to.
So when he became 20 years old he moved to Sentinel and worked at a smith shop making armor and weapons to further improve his skills. But as he got older he disided to go to his home town Hegathe to see one of his good friends So he got him a job at a lumber mill. He stayed there for 2 years wondering were he should go. As the months past he finely went to Skyrim he stayed in the town of witerun for a wile then dicided to move to River Wood were lives now as a small farmer and a smith in the town.
Fixed mine ^
IGN: Lohugo
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: A few years over various games.
Why Us: It’s an experience I’d like to have, specially within Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: When ever I’m available to play.
IC
Name: Nev’renoth
Race: Bosmer/Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 150
Appearance: Hailing from the regions of Valenwood. This Bosmer is structured like any other Mer. Taller than most Wood elves with a medium build. Strong cheek bones give him a wiser look than most, his dark amber colored eyes show the unrest that he’s seen over his almost two century’s of life. Hair as black as even the darkest forests fall from both sides of his shoulders, the untidy strands in front of his face are pulled back into a tight knot to allow him to see his surroundings. Tiny leaves and twigs decorate his hair. His clothing is composed out of the very nature and foliage of Valenwood. Wood as strong as iron was used in the creation of his armor, with intricate designs of Bosmer craftsmanship. He has a mischievous smile for someone who takes life so seriously. His skin is tan, hiding the fact that it might be dirt, or just the rustic color of the forest elves.
Fears: The destruction of his home and people.
Personality: He can take a joke, as well as throw a few of them out. Wise, yet a bit sarcastic when it‘s called for, and he’s not one to hold himself higher than most, even if they don’t follow the same beliefs as him. Wise with age, his opinion is highly sought after from most who know him.
Occupation: Hunter/Historical preservationist of the Bosmer People/High Council member to the Bosmer King
Skills: A fine craftsmen of all but the finest quality weapons, ranging from bows to daggers. He’s an amazing tactician and strategist, and living among the forests and woodlands of Valenwood as given him the ability to blend into natural surroundings, be it rocks, woodlands, or the harsh tundra of Skyrim. As a strict politician, he is gifted with the ability of reason as well as compassion few members of the high council have been known to posses.
Nickname (Optional): Nev
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“So it’s been said that I am to act as ambassador to our people in the lands of Skyrim. Funny, I didn’t think they had must tolerance for Wood Elves.” Nev’renoth spoke, a slight crispness to his voice. The High King of the Bosmer paced from across the high council hall. His voice, short and brief, gave more reasoning then what was said. “I think it’s necessary that we protect any potential ally.” He said, cutting off any sense of doubt in his voice as he sat down in his seat. “I see.” Nev’renoth responded, bowing his head in respect. “Can it be said that I will be treated with as much respect in their council then I am in this one? I’m not one for throwing around titles, but sleeping with the pigs and horses isn’t exactly in my winter schedule.” “I’m not exactly sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Many a tree in Skyrim do not hold the warmth as much as the ones in Valenwood have to offer.” The King said smiling. “I’ll be sure to pack a little bit of home with me then.” The King laughed slightly at the joke, the wind of the forest rushing through the high council hall, echoing the past revelry that once took place here. “How am I to get there, High King? Should I start walking?” The king composed himself once more and replied, “No, I hardly think that will be necessary. We have a caravan awaiting at your command. You may leave when you are ready.” He motioned to the exit of the hall, the forest gleaming through the opened entrance.
Back story:
Born into the High Kings council through the blood of his family, and his father, Nev was always gifted with political and wartime reasoning, even at a young age. When some would deem him too young to partake in any trials, Nev easily out ran , out fought, and out reasoned many an older elf. A trait he happily uses against his enemies. His knowledge of the outside world garnished him the title of Ambassador, and he would travel to many areas outside of Valenwood, speaking of the careful reasoning his people had to offer others. Traveling as far as the Black Marshes, he has seen and witnessed many turning events within the last one hundred and fifty years. Knowing this, it’s easy to see why some would name him as one of the wisest within the High Council, even though he is one of the youngest to ever hold such a title.
Accepted, a nice neutral application. They are my favorite.
Accepted. I'm positive we will get to know eachother well beig the only two wood elves on the server thus far.
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:8/10
Why Us: Because I like Skyrim and would like to play it on minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekends mainly
IC
Name:Thomas Baker
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:White male, 6'3", black hair dark eyes, strength 7/10
Fears: Spiders
Personality: A thinker doesnt have a education but would like one, and spends most of his time thinking. He is strong and is willing to help others, as long as they dont get on his bad side. Likes the idea of living as a hermit
Occupation:Farming
Skills:Farming, and Swordsmenship
Nickname (Optional): Tom
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Is that...is that it? I am not sure what you mean? Thats not right! we have to do the right thing. *sigh* alright whatever you say.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Thomas Baker was raised on a farm, and taught how to take care of himself and others around him. He was taught how to farm and take care of the land. He also was raised with the idea of honor and chivalry. His father, who had once been a warrior, had taught him self defence and how to handle a sword. Thomas knew the difference between right and wrong and lived his life on those principles.
Later on in Thomas's life he began to want to explore the land of Skyrim. When he became a man on his 16th birthday he decided, with his parents blessing, to leave their farm and explore the land. Taking his wolf friend, Athena, Thomas went to town, to find a friend, named John, who also wanted to leave their boring village for a life of magic and wonder.
While on the trip the band had gone through many different experiences. They had fought off wild animals, includeing magical ones such as, werewolves, vampires, and giants. They had met and made friends and enimies which help and attack them through their journy. Then finally they had survived famine, and illness. It seemed no matter how bad things had gotten they always seemed they could over come and defeat the obstacle.
After 5 years however John was begining to change and become more reclusive and sinister. He began to become angry over nothing, and snap at Thomas for no apparent reason. In addition, whenever they incountered enemeys, John had began killing their enemys mercilessly and with a evil pleasure. Thomas sensing things were wrong he had confronted John. John, was in a especially angry mood, attacked Thomas and forced Thomas to defend himself, and ending with Thomas killing John.
Crushed from loseing his friend Thomas didn't know what to do. He had continued traveling, and visiting villages and towns. However he couldnt continue without his friend. So Thomas had decided to make a house in the wilderness to wait for something to make him come out of the wilderness.