The Guilds of Runouw

[Raz]

By the way shade, to make what I actually said a while back short,

1. you need to read the rules
2. how dense hard is it to realize to not light a tree in a crowded forest on fire?

[Karyete]

ohwait, didn't the server used to have up to 20 people instead of 10?

[Sprocket]

Name: Vekstar
Age: 22
Appearance: Male. One red and one blue eye. A green mask over the mouth. Dark brown hair, shaggy rough blue jeans and with blood splatters on the hands. Also a yellow shirt. Just go here http://minecraft.novaskin.me/ and search up goatboy128.
Bio: They say he's an assassin. Some believe he's insane. Some even believe he is a ghost. But he is nothing but an outcast, misunderstood by the world around him. He has come to a new conclusion to leave his life of mystery and join one of the guilds to show everyone what he's really made of, and to not judge book by it's shrouded cover. He is now known to be a kind fellow that prefers little building and much exploring.
Guild: Colony of Purity

[Karyete]

'Vekstar'/Sprocket is in the wrong guild. It says he's in Ven's but he's in mine.

[Kimonio]

Imo, I prefer this site to view skins: http://mcskinsearch.com/
It's not as resource heavy as novaskin is.

[Zunar]

Me and Karyete went on a caving trip the other day and I decided to record it. I had to split it up into 3 parts since the video was so huge, but the first episode is up now. Hopefully the next two will go up on a daily basis.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTVWV6AdDGI

[Megar]

app: show

Name: Curly Brace

Age: Essentially 12

Appearance:

Spoiler: show

Bio: It ended differently than expected. Once upon a time this robot girl was sent to destroy a powerful artifact. The first time, she and her partner failed, and ten years later she awoke yet again without knowing her purpose. She lived peacefully protecting four mimiga children named the Colons before eventually being lost to help her own partner live.

Or so it seemed.

It's not like the island's magic wouldn't effect her in retrospect, and sure enough she woke up in a completely different world in top condition, unfortunately only remembering her name. She quickly went off to try to survive, already knowing from sensing odd energy signatures that night wasn't a good thing to be about for. She lasted two nights without having constructed something, until she soon encounted a new face. Since then, they've stuck together. For the most part.

Curly is confident and cheerful, but won't take much disrespect. She's quite the fighter, should she get her hands on a gun, but sadly not knowing how to make one and one not existing for her proves her not as strong as she'd have hoped to be.


Guild: team ven

[Venexis]

Ven (RP Info): show

Name: Ven (Full name unpronounceable using native language conventions.)

Age: Sufficient to witness the birth and death of a thousand star systems.

Appearance: Strange body armour covers every inch of Ven's body, obscuring gender and physique. Paper thin, it's actually the height of Cyondian technology- a lightweight quantumfibre "second skin" intended to absorb and negate virtually any incoming energy attack. Virtually useless in a world that still relies on bludgeoning opponents to death with pointy metal sticks. Due to the slim design of the suit, native armour may be worn on top, although Ven is known to dislike wearing it.

Bio: Although Ven claims to be a traveler from a faraway land in search of wealth, and thus explaining his strange clothing, his odd behaviors and occasional clumsiness suggest otherwise. He tends to roam in search of "samples": plant life, native animal species, even local mineral deposits; and despite fluently speaking the native language, often has difficulty grasping the finer points of social interaction.

Surely that's just due to cultural differences, though. After all, it would be absurd to assume that the rigorous sample collection is an effort to analyze the value of this planet as a military outpost for the Cyondian Empire, and plain silly to suggest that the difficulty (often referred to as "lag" in his primary language) he sometimes experiences with the simplest navigation or combat tasks is actually due to the planet's strange atmospheric composition and stronger gravity. Naturally, any reasonable person speculating such things would be worthy of public ridicule.

Despite this, he seems to have the ability to adapt to the customs of this world and more or less fit in- although it pains him to use his collected resources for anything, even self-preservation. Ven spends most of his time exploring and collecting, but immediately seeks cover should it start to rain and tends to avoid interaction with many of the citizens of this world. Raz (Shyguide), an ambitious and somewhat dangerous human; and a strange man known only as Raider (ShadeRaider7) appear to be companions. He is tenuously allied with Nin and her guild due to a treaty negotiated by Raz, but it is unsure how such an alliance will develop under the influence of mutual distrust.

Although interactions with others could pass as understandable given his story, Ven has attracted the attention of curious inhabitants since the day of his mysterious appearance. While curiosity is valuable in a world with untold riches waiting below the surface, pursuants should exercise caution- he is resourceful and has a vicious side, and many of the creatures native to the areas surrounding his residence are no longer anywhere to be found.

Guild: Neverglade

Ven (Character Log): show

DEC 18 2013: After searching all over this planet, I have found several curious life forms- quadrupedal "sheep" covered in a thick, regenerating, fabric-like shell; a strange upright but armless green "creeper", no doubt evolved as a defense mechanism for lurking in the native plant life, which violently explodes rather counter-intuitively upon drawing near to its prey; and dark, spindly "endermen" that appear to be capable of localized physical displacement. It has been an eventful few days since I made the decision to follow the humans to this new land, and I am confident that I have cataloged all native species. Local sources were an invaluable information mine under the correct "persuasion", revealing names, dispositions, and various uses for many of their resources.

Now, one week and four days after arriving, I have discovered a method of preserving this data: a book.

Combining pages made from plant fibers, bound in animal hide, and written using ink extracted from the water-dwelling "squid", this should be an effective (although temporary) method of taking notes.

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DEC 21 2013: The base is shaping up nicely. In addition to a small farm and amenities for crafting tools or refining ores, I have managed to harness two quirks of this world.

It would seem that certain hostile lifeforms are capable of gushing forward from the bowels of the planet in overwhelming numbers if certain conditions are met. Namely, their spawning grounds must be dark. This is a key point, as a simple wooden torch next to the source of the horde will render it harmless. Getting near to the source is a challenge even for this planet's greatest warriors, but the rewards are well worth it. Even though it will deplete my resources. Armoured and armed with the hated light, I was able to slowly push a skeleton armada back, and then stop the endless rush altogether. A couple modifications send the skeletons to a crushing chamber, leaving only one of the humans' most coveted resources, the essence of this land itself. No doubt this will prove useful in the future after I have had the chance to conduct further research.

The second discovery was one I overheard from a small human settlement before leaving for here. Obsidian portals, touched with a burst of heat and light, react strangely. Upon trying it, confident in my ability to handle any potential threat, I was surprised to find a dimensional rift not unlike the ones my people use to communicate with the farthest planets of the Cyondian Empire. I will need to analyze this "Nether" (as the humans call it) in greater detail, but if their legends are to be trusted, it might be a faster method of transportation despite the danger.

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DEC 22 2013: Experiments with the Nether have been a great success. Not only does it take about an eighth of the time it normally would to travel between two portals, it also has life.

The Pigmen, as I understand they are called, are rumoured to be the dead slaves of a malevolent ruler who lived eons ago and wreaked havoc on early human settlements. Although the ruler has long since disappeared, his name still inspires fear. They do not seem to mind my presence, but any provocation will result in angering the entire tribe. If any are left alive, no adventurer, be he brave or foolish, will find peace here. It is best to avoid antagonizing them whenever possible, and disposing of all members efficiently when impossible. Ghasts and blazes are another matter. Both are capable of flight, and will attack any non-Nether denizen on sight. Many of their organs are highly prized among humans for use in potion making. My armour is severely weakened after investigating a curious fortress and falling victim to a ghast fireball, but I did manage to collect limited samples for research. It is a good thing my portal is cloaked, or I may not have survived.

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DEC 23 2013: My health is greatly improved after a night's rest, and upon a closer inspection, my armour less damaged than I had anticipated. I am healthy enough to continue my prime directive. Deciding not to risk further injury in the nether, I ascend the staircase of my base to the surface world, and head west, to where rumour says a band of humans have settled down. It is a long and uneventful journey, and upon arriving, I find that there is not one small band, but several. I met with one such band, they called themselves the Colony of Purity. As a sign of goodwill, I shared half of my provisions for the journey as well as materials for a nether portal. If all goes well, I will have a shortcut home through the nether. They seem friendly enough, if a little suspicious. Who isn't? It won't matter when the battleships descend and the mining crews suck this planet dry, like the countless others before it. Cyondil is an ever-hungry empire.

I decide to look around the settlement a bit. It's small, three houses. Two fairly close, one perched in defiance of physics on the edge of a nearby mountain. A short distance away, there is another small camp in a sandy wasteland. It is unlike any dwelling I have encountered before, with sloped sides that start in a peak and touch the ground. Off to the side is a strange building full of books like my notebook, and a table.

I poke it with my weapon and suddenly I feel tired. My sword is glowing faintly, and seems to be warm to the touch. Cautious, I give it a swing, and fire arcs through the air. This..... I think I have found a use for that skeleton harvester at my base. I need to find one of these for myself. Repeating the process with all my armour yields similar results. I feel tired, yet somehow stronger.

A human exits the tent, and it's a human I recognize. One of the females I followed. She was suspicious of me even then, and appears to be uncomfortable with my presence. She's stronger, her armour is glowing much brighter than my own. She asks questions, I feign ignorance, and then hide in a small alcove as another human approaches. I hear her warn the intruder not to trust me, then leave. I sneak to the newly constructed portal and navigate back home... I have enemies now.

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DEC 24 2013: Although my base is deep underground, it is open to the sky in several locations. This is far from ideal if any explorer decided to poke around in one of the entrances. Taking inspiration from my cloaked nether outpost, I have decided to similarly disguise the entrances on the surface, marking them with a single sunflower.

After coaxing cows down here, I believe I will shortly have enough leather to reconstruct the enchanting setup I
viewed briefly at Nin's base- when this is done, life should become a great deal easier for me.

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DEC 25 2013: I decided to venture back through the Nether to check on the other factions today. Ghasts and pigmen were present in surprising quantities, and a stray arrow turned an entire pigman clan against me. I barely escaped alive, between the fireballs and sheer strength of the attacks. Definitely odd, but between my bow, sword, and barricade construction they were eventually defeated.

Upon arriving at the village, I discovered my rival, Nin, was displeased.The source was obvious: the nearby village had been overrun with splotches of corruption surrounding a great tower that had certainly not been there only a few days before. Upon closer inspection, the corruption seemed to be of a similar composition to the Nether stone... perhaps the unknown master of this tower was involved with the abnormal amount of Nether denizens this morning. If so, he is certainly more dangerous than anyone I have encountered, and will need be carefully monitored.

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DEC 26 2013: Today was a day of discovery. Two more species exist in the nether, fiery slimes not unlike the gelatinous ones found in deep caves and surface swampland, and mutated withering skeletons. Both are rare, and so I have yet to see if they are worth engaging in combat. In addition, I discovered a rather odd cubic rift similar to my own Nether portal. It leads to my rival Nin's base, and as such I have committed the location to memory. She appears to be constructing a tunnel... I will need to investigate in the future. The third discovery concerns a quirk of the strange magic that permeates this world. It appears local deposits of redstone ore can be refined into an odd block that, combined with lightweight material harvested from sheep, is capable of limited flight. Perhaps I can leave this planet sooner than I had anticipated.

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DEC 27 2013: I met the Tower Master today. That is the only title I know him by, but it seems fitting. We talked a while.

It was nice to belong. Briefly.

He appears to be a half-robot, half-human hybrid. Made that way by the hands of my own race, who simultaneously both saved and cursed his life. I am unsure how to feel about this, but I feel a compulsion to ease his pain in order to correct the wrongs committed by my kin. I truly do not have any recollection of such an incident, despite his claims of recognizing me, and so I was forced to share my own story. I told him how I was a scout for the Cyondian warships, and that it was my mission to chart a small world in the Theta sector known only as SG-144, a planet of solid diamond. Unfortunately, unexpected solar interference from the local sun damaged my navigation systems, forcing me to crash land on this world instead and irreparably damaging my ship in the process. Stranded without any means of contacting my kind, I continued my mission on this world instead.

He told me how his tower was constructed over the landing site of my ship, and how he had salvaged some of the pieces to control the corruption spreading around the tower. We agreed to make a mutual agreement- I would share my knowledge of Cyondian technology to attempt to halt the corruption, in exchange for his assistance in leaving this planet to return to my homeworld.

I will owe many favors to the unnamed Tower Master if our plan actually succeeds.

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DEC 30, 2013: Destruction. Fear. Death.

My race has never been a religious one, instead preferring the iron rod that shatters a soldier's spine and the iron fist that crushes a nation. Always the destroyers, the fear-mongers, the heralds of death. Cyondil is not accustomed to losing- and rightfully so. The Cyondian Empire is the height of military prowess, rarely experiencing defeat. And yet, many generals would have abandoned their positions out of fear when the Elder Dragons awoke from the earth that night.

I am not sure what caused the events. I am not sure I want to. In the panic, faction differences suddenly didn't matter. We stood as one, vastly outnumbered by such powerful demons, until swords bent and bows shattered, and they did not relent. We sought shelter deep underground that night, hoping that luck would prevail. Though the beasts regularly swooped down, diving into the dirt and stone and swimming about as easily as if it was water, none passed through our small camp.

When their hunger was finally sated, the noises died as they vanished back to the dark holes of their kind, and we emerged into a wasteland. There used to be a village, a tower. People. Now, nothing. Huge gashes and craters tore the land apart. Survivors, if there were any, would come to the same conclusion we had: there is no future here.

And so we walked.

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JAN 6, 2013: With the threat now a week old, it became apparent that cooperation would be impossible. Several had joined us during the journey, but some had not been so lucky, and blame was abundant. Four factions were formed today, based on shared ideologies, as close to companionship as anyone could reasonably expect. After failing in my agreement with the Tower Master (not that it mattered, the dragons had more than taken care of any threat) and a newfound respect for (and perhaps fear of) the catastrophes of this world, I was eager to slip away.

And so, in the northern territories of a land called Neverglade, I set to work. My relationship with the guildmaster is tenuous at best, but as long as I do not provoke his colony to the south, we should be able to cooperate.

[nin10mode]

I think we should make a Guild Member cap, just so membership isn't all driven to one guild. So far I have 3 confirmed, and 2 potential members. That's half of the server cap already. Naturally, it would extend when every guild is more or less equal.

[Raz]

I'd rather have a 3 member cap.
We have about 12ish people active and 4 or 5 groups