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No choice but to have a look around unfortunately.
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@Dio
Thank you for the kind words (and I didn't even need ggoogle translate to understand
)Normally it should be fine, I once asked Dok if I was allowed to do this in english, and as long as I followed all the right procedures, it should be fine... but I will be honest, I have no clue if this is still a thing at the moment.
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PREFACE:
Avant tout, je voudrais faire une petite dédicace à TheGaudis pour avoir spoiler ce projet dans sa candidature de Chevalier (c’est un type
un peu relousympa comme tout, donc allez-y jeter un petit coup d’œil).De plus, la demande de ce projet sera rédigée intégralement (à l’exception de la préface) en Anglais, principalement car mon niveau de français, bien que tout à fait correct, ne me permet plus de m’exprimer de la façon que je veux depuis que j’ai commencé mes études au Royaume-Uni.
Je m’excuse d’avance de la potentielle barrière linguistique que ceci pourrait poser, mais en même temps je cherche à innover. Si vous avez quelconque soucis vis-à-vis de la compréhension même du sujet, je peux répondre en français, bien que cela ruine mon petit gimmick.
Bon, allons-y.
悪魔兄弟
Akuma kyōdai
Overall Presentation of the concept:
The city is based off a fantasy Japanese universe, filled with spirits and demons (Yokai). It mixes both traditional Japanese housing styles from the countryside and a fantasy skyscraper section with high density housing because of requirements for living space.
The purpose of this town is mainly aesthetic and lore related, but also to be used as a potential reference for people who seek to spice up some of their builds, or learn about different Japanese building styles. Alternatively, it can also be used for housing players in dire need of a home.
As an added feature of the design, the city will be multilingual, i.e., both French and English. The reason for this choice is to open up to a potential English community, but also to provide a helping hand for players who seek to learn English in a more in-depth manner, meaning, every message board, book and feature will have its name in both French and English. This concept might be awkward, but we feel like this could be a valuable tool in the expansion of the community and the server as a whole. This choice will in NO WAY discriminate any player who wishes to join, and the team is more than ready to speak in both languages if required.
Joining the project does not require you to know both languages, but it’s a useful bonus.
Technical Details:
-Project name: Akuma Kyōdai
-Dimensions: Approximately 600*400 given the shape of the land (water areas included)
-Max height: 256
-Used area in this area: surface, underground and sky for floating islands.
-Objectives: mainly aesthetic, complimentary RP to another existing project (to be revealed later on), housing.
-Leaders/Founders: Xadrow
-Other participants: TheGaudis, Glieps, BA06
-Location and Overall Border:
Lore:
NOTE:
This is the role play section. For the purpose of this highly irregular project, I have prepared an even more irregular presentation of the Lore of the village: a full-on theatrical video.
Because I am conscious that not everyone’s level of English is the same, I’ve decide to put the text of the video as a spoiler underneath it. I will apologize for there not being a translation, but I really couldn’t have something as epic as I wanted it to be translated into French… it just didn’t work for me.
Also, if this project is accepted, expect an extended lore in the RP Tavern or in the potential forum thread (if we ever get there).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVCDPkh91rU&feature=youtu.be
On a faraway island, it's landscapes unlike any seen before, lived a community of demons, each race sequestered to their own portions of the island and vying for power, and control over their mythical homeland.
This was a time of conflict and villainy, and no tactic was too low for these tribes, no crime too heinous to commit.
As with most things, this fragile war could not last.
One powerful demon, strong enough to stand up to the hordes of infighting armies, rose up and united the land in one brilliant campaign.
He approached every tribe and every army, and even bargained with Tsukiakari, the Mother of Dragons, guardian spirit of the island, for her allegiance, securing him the awe and respect of many of his followers.
Though the inhabitants of the island were initially fearful, he proved himself a wise and understanding ruler, and brought about a peaceful reign of love and kindness. Eventually the demons forgot about war, united as they were under their leader, the newly crowned King Akumajin, king of the demons and ruler of Akuma no Tochi.
Their island became a beautiful civilization, and King Akumajin began the tradition of a magnificent feast celebrating the Mother of Dragons. It was to her that Akumajin dedicated his rule.
Conflict forgotten, the island eventually enjoyed the celebration of two royal daughters. The king was beside himself with joy, and the entire community of demons were as happy as he was. Even the Mother of Dragons let herself be moved by the birth of these two children: the symbols of continued peace.
These daughters were given the names Hikari and Yami.
During the new-born’s birthday celebration, she gifted each daughter a dragon egg: one cerulean blue, the other bright crimson. To King Akumajin’s amazement, each egg hatched to reveal two new dragons, and each crawled up to the child of their choice: Aka, the crimson dragon chose Yami whereas the blue one, Ao, nestled against Hikari.
For years, it seemed like the world had changed from hell to paradise, but just as the long period of war couldn't last forever, neither could the age of peace.
King Akumajin's household was conflicted: where Yami pursued interests such as alchemy, magic, and science, Hikari focussed on mastering her body and forging herself and her mind into a living weapon, and the pair argued constantly.
Over the years simple disagreements turned to all out feuds, and Akumajin was powerless to stop it. The Mother of Dragons retired to observe from afar, maintaining the balance of the world: the king was alone, and getting older.
When it was time for him to relinquish the throne, the hostility between the two sisters exploded into all-out conflict.
Sides were taken by the populace: many supported Hikari's militaristic ways, whereas others felt Yami was the wiser of the two, despite the arrogance of both of them. The island descended into fighting once again: first small skirmishes, then all-out war.
And King Akumajin looked on helplessly.
The war hit a critical point when the two sisters decided to unleash their ultimate weapons: their dragons.
As the entire island burned as a result of these magnificent beasts, Yami and Hikari fought tooth and nail for control of their country, so much that even the Mother of Dragons could no longer stand by.
Outraged by the carnage and the devastating role her own children had played, She exiled the entire island, guilty of war, to an unfamiliar world far away from their beloved island, alone and confused, and with no more throne to fight over.
Both sisters went their separate ways at first, trying to survive on their own, before eventually returning to defeat their sibling once they were powerful enough. Their own individual reigns were short lived, however.
They put aside their differences and returned to each other, each leading their own army of supporters, and decided to forge a new city where they could survive together, in the south of the plains of New Stendel: they named this city Akuma Kyōdai.
Years passed, and they slowly built a civilization together. Years passed, and they became accustomed to working together to save their people.
Many years later, they decided to celebrate their alliance by holding a feast to the honor of the Mother of Dragons, as their father had done so long ago.
Moved by their friendship, the Mother of Dragons relented, and returned their island to them: her magic maintains the former island high above Akuma Kyōdai, to the sister's delight and wonder. As an added reward, she also grew a forest of cherry trees around their city, trees that would always be in bloom.
And so the world entered a new age of exploration, and reconstruction. Or so the legends tell…
Environmental Work implied:
- Flattening out certain high hills and removing all grass for the build.
- Cutting off the north by making a river, making the landmass an island
- Adding the sakura belt
- Terraforming the middle area for dense housing, while trying to keep the water flowing through (see on explicative maps further)
- Adding 2 large floating islands and smaller floating chunks of land.
- Naturalize the area once finished building.
Construction Style and Details:
Being heavily inspired by Japanese mythology, the building style goes accordingly: it will mainly consist of Japanese shrine like buildings, including small houses to temples and a manor/palace. On top of that, some of the streets are intended to feel kind of oppressing, with tight passages among tall buildings (similar to some scenes in Singapore in “Pirates of the Caribbean 3”).
The main materials will be wood and derived blocks (using both traditional Minecraft blocks as well as the full extent on the specific wooden blocks offered by the server, such as flower pots or overhangs/supports). The roof will be made out of netherbrick with a red slate trim. This detail is the key element of this project: a vivid red and purple roof contrasting with a light/mild and soft colour set for the main housing.
For most builds, the white walls will be made out of white marble for the richer houses and wool or snow for the less fortunate.
Except for functional buildings, skyscrapers and landmarks, including roads and decorations, cobblestone or any stone affiliated block is preferably not used, if not even banned. The reason for this is to keep a traditional look to the city, while at the same time show that it’s more of a small village instead of a huge industry filled metropolis, hence there will be little to no glass, metal or carved stones included in most buildings (some exceptions may obviously occur, as with all builds).
Eventually, Aka and Ao, the dragons from the Lore, will get their place as protecting guardians of the city, and will get life size versions built as well. Whether we will build them flying in the sky or underground still remains to be seen.
One of the key themes of this project is oppression: the woods, the dense city and the temples will be made in such a way that you feel small or weak in front of the later. This can be explained lore wise (Yokai scare humans by nature), so it should feel mystical and unknown to people who venture onto the paths around the land.
Buildings are also a lot larger in size (each floor is 5 blocks high) to add onto this idea of immenseness and oppression, and is justified by the fact that most of the Yokai are a lot taller than humans.
Building would go as follows:
-the south idle housing will be built first, slowly growing into the larger city, with the market very closely following;
-The sakura forest and orchards, as well as the farmlands will come next;
-temples, shrines and towers follow;
-The floating islands, each independently to be finished before passing onto the next one.
The reasoning behind this building order is to have a suitable project to show to people as soon as possible, and to avoid having a huge build site for too long at a time. Ultimately, this could also allow for a potential redesign of the floating islands at a later date, as they are not concrete as of yet.
The city will be planned (mostly) as follows:
The following screen shots are examples of the style that will be used for various buildings, as well as concept buildings for main monuments:
1. Idle housing
2. Temple
3. Lumberjack camp
4. Off road
5. City road
6. High tier house
7. Dragon tower
8. City skyscraper
9. Blacksmith
10. Harbor
11. Farmland and houses
12. Shrine
13. Market
14. Trees
15. The Palace
Building would also include adapting two bridges that exist already (the small one coming from Icarus and the large one inside of the terrain) to fit to the style of the project, as well as rework the pre-existing roads into the off-road style. The sand bridge leading to Säbhia will not be touched (unless something arises in the future diplomatic relations with the latter) and neither will the large bridge leading to Icarus (as requested by Glieps, owner of Icarus).
As a final note for this section, I (and all the future members of this project) am aware of the prices that come with building a city, especially this size, and we are willing to take our time to make this dream come true.
Politics and Society:
On the political standpoint, the city is a kingdom based on a militaristic hierarchy, with the power evenly split between two Over-Shogun, the Yokai sisters, impersonated by yours truly.
Any by-passer is considered a Ronin; this means all players, in the eyes of the system, are called Ronin.
Anyone who wishes to help with building or anything to aid the project within the first few months receives a citizenship’s offer, which includes a plot of land for a home. Citizenship afterwards would require a little token of kindness, whether it would be a small contribution of resources or silver coins (to still be determined).
Getting the rank of Exalted Elder means you are an important and respected member of the project. You can partake in decisions for larger community buildings.
However, the Daimyo of the land are the only ones allowed to supervise larger builds and have the final word on whether a certain aesthetical choice should be approved of or not. They follow the Shogun’s will unless told differently. The reason for this is that the project will try to marry a few different styles together, but the base concept needs to be kept. The Daimyo are chosen again by yours truly, myself.
* The ranks of the players are displayed by the roof crests on their houses. There will be 4 crest designs, each associated to a rank. If a player gets a new rank, they are to update the crest themselves. A registry will be held on who is on what rank. If a player is found to fraud their crest, they will be banned from the project.
* The habitants are peaceful and neutral, but due to their Yokai nature, if war should arise, they would fight to the death. The town does currently not partake in any alliance, organisation or corporate, and it’s standpoint on the matter is that it would rather stay on its own. Much like traditional Japanese society, the habitants, although open to regional trade, stick to themselves. The philosophy is that most humans cannot be trusted.
* The Dragon Festival, celebrating the Mother of Dragons (probably around spring), is an event that will be held at least once a year, where anyone is welcome to join for food, drinks, potions, dance and all sorts of fun. This will held in 3 potential locations: one of the orchards, the main square or in one of the dragon’s dens.
* If an Exalted Elder, Daimyo or Shogun leaves the project for any reason (including banishment of the project), it will be considered as the Death of said person, and a feast will be organised to morn him and send him off to the city of ghosts (Amaterasu). They will also receive a tombstone in the Yūrei no niwa (Garden of Ghosts).
Final Notes:
One of the main personal objectives of this project for me is to intertwine its existence and its lore with other Japanese inspired projects, and try to create a link in such a way that if you think of one project, you can’t help but think about the other ones. It wouldn’t be to create a new union, but to have a unified RP I can build later tales on (and maybe an event or two in the process?)
I’ve been working on this project for over a year, refining, reviewing and restarting several times, in hopes to please most people. While I know a few elements might look a bit like Amaterasu (dragons, Yokai populace…), I’ve done my best to create an original story and style, with a universe that works alongside the former.
If you find there is something that I was unclear about or you have any questions, please ask away, I’ll be more than happy to explain anything you wish to know or learn about.
Neighbours terms and Agreements:
- Current land “owners”:
- bygdaddy21
- diamond57
- cynfor62 (aka Thomas62630)
- Flareheat
- 3 more houses with owners I could not identify as of yet because they haven’t got a sign saying it’s their house.
A Scribe (Sadaroh) is currently working on the formalities as it would seem all these players would have abandoned the houses.
- Icarus: Accepted
-Caras Galadhon: pending [moderator’s project]
-Valmont: pending [moderator’s project]
-Säbhia: pending [moderator’s project]
My most sincere thanks to:
-TheGaudis: For helping me with everything, from concepts to organization, to how to proceed with the formalities of founding projects. I’m not kidding when I say that if it weren’t for him, this project would probably never have seen the light of day.
-Stalroc: For honouring me with his voice acting for the Lore video, as well as his acting performance and for his support during my concept, design and finalizing stages
-Kélaïre: For its beautiful location for the filming of the Lore end scene.
-Icarus: For accepting my project to be placed next to theirs.
-Appalahuacs: for her amazing performance of Xadrow during the Lore end scene.
-Sadaroh: for relieving me of my fear that someone was preparing a project on the same land as I was, and for helping me out with the abandoned houses.
-Novi: for making a generous donation of 5000 Silver Coins ( PA ) under the condition that the project would be accepted.
Terms and conditions apply, see link for details (https://www.minefield.fr/forum/topic/59979-27000-pa-novi-se-vide-les-bourses/page-3#entry478036)
More people to come eventually
Post updates:
-26/09/15: TheGaudis joined the project
Glieps joined the project
-29/09/15: added confimation that Bygdaddy21 has moved out of his previous home.
-1st/10/15: added end artwork
-4th/10/15: received a conditional donation of 5000 PA from Novi
-10th/10/15: added screenshots of the Palace design
-16th/10/15: BA06 joined the project
To be filled in eventually
Thank you for reading, thank you for your time, and thank you for your interest. I hope to see you all at the ceremonial opening when the Sakura trees blossom.
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Thanks Alexas for that, it's not that I don't write french, but I don't want to break my gimmick just yet ^^
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Hello Motrium. Unfortunately, you cannot build anything on the server without having passed the test to become a peasant. Once you've done so however, you'll be able to build on any land not claimed by a project, provided you follow the rules of the server. I hope this information was of use to you
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Unfortunatly I must agree with quite a few of the previous speakers: so far there is little to judge. Now, appart from the colour scheme, I have an odd feeling that the houses look a lot like the ones in Kutzenbach... at least from what I can see. I hope you can update this post soon because my current standpoint is a no.
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hello to all.
I know little to nothing concerning Nevah to be honest.
All i know is that it's about half the size of the live map and that people over there make mountains out of stone... filled inside. (you people are mad, you do know that right?)
Never the less, I cannot help but be amazed by your work as a community and as a project. I look forward to seeing what you make out of this.
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PROLOGUE
...You walked into the tavern, dripping wet from the storm outside. It was dark, poorly lit by a few candles across the main counter. A rather brutish looking man was cleaning a beer glass behind it, looking at you with a dubious stare, scanning for anything that might make his business even harder than it already was. The people in the tavern all turned as you came in, staring intensively at you as you walked down towards the counter. Each step was as if you were on the point of tripping a bear trap.
"Une chope s'il vous-plait," you asked.
The mood brightened up into a sudden uproar, and people started cheering, chanting and dancing as a olden band played in one of the corners. It had turned from a empty room to a dinning hall. Beer and food flew over the tables, a few dwarves were on the point of smashing a table with an axe, and a bunch of men were showing off with an arm-wrestling contest.
"Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" you gasped, shocked by this sudden mood swing.
"Et bien, vous avez fait preuve de quelquechose que mon entreprise n'a pas vu depuis un peu de temps. Quelqu'un qui parle français!" answered the barman.
"Comment-ça? N'est-ce pas coutume sur New-Stendel de parler français?"
"Si, évidement que se l'est!" he replied, making signs with his hand to come closer. "Mais visiblement ce n'est pas la coutume de tout le monde."
He pointed a table near the chimney, where a client was having a glass of wine by himself. Though lit by the fireplace, his face was covered by a cloak, making him unrecognizable. There was a red mask on the table, and a rather peculiar large scroll next to it.
"Ce client est là depuis bien une semaine maintenant, mais il ne parle pas un mot de français." explained the barman.
"Quelle langue parle-t-il alors?"
"Anglais," he answered, and spit in a jug next to him on the floor, the slime ball resonating in the brass pot.
"Et comment a-t-il commandé sa boisson?"
"Il y avait Sieur Stalroc sur les lieux lors de son arrivée, et après une longue discussion avec lui, il commanda un verre de vin pour l'étranger... Mais c'est toujours son premier verre, et il est encore à moitié plain!"
He had another look at the man, raising an eyebrow, before addinG:
"Ce n'est pas que je ne veuille pas servir un étranger, mais il est mauvais pour le commerce. Les gens n'aiment pas quelqu'un qui ne chante pas avec eux quand ils sont un peu dans les vaps vous voyez...".
You looked at the client again, intrigued, thanked and payed the barman, and slowly made you way towards the hooded figure.
"Mind if I sat with you?" you asked.
The stranger was a little shocked at first, but he look at you, and with a polite hand gesture, offered you a seat.
the cloak shrouded his face, but he wore a long robe like pair of pants and silken belts. From one of his bracelets, you could recognize a few oriental symbols, though you didn't know what they meant. you heard a sudden drop fall onto the table, clearly coming from the cloaked face. A drop of red ooze glimmered in the fire light, crimson and gelatinous. The stranger quickly placed his hand over it, and cleaned it off with a single soft stroke, leaving the table cleaner than it was before.
"Sir, pardon my rudeness, but I was wondering where you came from," you asked.
The hooded figure turned towards you, slowly, and took his cloak off. What was revealed was a humanoid figure made out of red gelatin or slime, with pitch black eyes and mouth. He looked at you, perplexed.
" You too are a rather special human I see. Only few have asked me anything to be honest, let alone anything about myself. Humans seem to be afraid of the unknown by nature, yet here you are asking a civilized question."
He stared for a while, before saying:
"I come from far away...
LOST CHAPTER: Hellfire and Goo...
Wh… Where am I? What are these sounds whaling in my ears, cries for help? All I can see is fire and ash in a crimson sky, as two roaring beasts clash with claws and teeth, shredding skin and limbs. The smoke burned my eyes as the gust created by the two behemoths blew towards me, corroding and burning all in its path… I was born in this world through war and bloodshed. I was the spawn of the slaughter of thousands of Yōkai, fighting for a trivial sister’s feud…
The next thing I remember was waking up in a devastated and ruined city, where all had turned black from the fires during the night. The bodies of countless lives that had been lost in the conflict, burned to a crisp, lay before my eyes in a horrific display of the cruelty of the world. At this point in time, I didn’t know much about anything.
Suddenly, an old man, barely capable of walking, slowly made his way through the street, clearly horrified and on the brim of falling in tears at what had become of the city. As he came closer, he noticed me, and looked at me, quite intrigued by my presence, and, as I would discover later, my mere existence.
The old man lifted me up, and held me up in one hand. At this point I realised that I was but the size of a mouse, and I felt sliding through his fingers, like if my body wasn’t solid. I fell, but his second hand caught me before I hit the ground.
“There there little guy,” the man said, with a reassuring voice. “Everything is going to be alright. Yare yare, what a mess this place is.”
I could hear the tears in his voice, as he looked onto what remained of a former food car near a shop. He sighed. And slowly moved his hand up to his shoulder for me to sit on it, then slowly started making his way towards the Sakura Forest.
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My newfound father’s name was Akumajin. He told me the tale of the Yōkai Sisters, who caused the bloodshed as they were fighting over the thrown of the Kingdom. As the years past, I learned more and more about the history behind the island we were on, and learned to appreciate the small things in life, like a good meal and a place to rest. The shrine we lived in had been abandoned for a while, and because of his old age, my father couldn’t do much refurbishing.
When I was about 8 years old, my father seemed to enjoy having more and more serious talks with me, about sciences and literature. To top it off, he made work of the fields behind the shrine, which taught me the values of hard work and built me into a strong Yōkai. However, I noticed that in all the references on Yōkai history, in all the books and scrolls, very little to no information existed concerning me.
It would take me another few years for me to ask a dreaded question, which my father had anticipated, but had hoped never to have to answer.
“Oto-san, what am I?”
My father looked at me, deep into my eyes, telling me without any words that I was, indeed, an unusual creature, even for the Yōkai.
“From what I’ve gathered over the years, I believe you are a Slime. Slimes are a rare breed for this time and age, most of them died out during the wars before the Age of Peace. And to top this off, you’re a very particular kind of Slime: a Blood Slime. Crimson red, born from the bloodshed, usually on the battlefield, blood slimes where feared, mainly because people thought they were violent and bloodthirsty.”
I slowly felt like the weight of judgement had been dropped onto me from the heavens. I was the spawn of warfare, the spawn of the Yōkai Sisters’ feud. Moreover, my people where considered worse than Oni. And to top it all off, we were extinct. I was alone…
“Hey,” my father said. “I’m not finished with my tale. Slimes are the most peaceful Yōkai You’ll ever see. They understand the true meaning of life in community, following rules and codes, while being just and kind at the same time. To be honest, people will probably be jealous of your calm nature. And whatever happens, you’ll always be my little Kawaii Akuma.”
He patted me on the head, and I felt his warmth pulling me out of the darkness of my nature. I was not a brutish creature of warfare; I was the son of Akumajin, the old man in the Mori Shrine.
He looked towards the horizon. The Sakura trees were in blossom, spring had arrived. With a small pat on my back, he stood up, and slowly walked towards the altar.
“You know what; I think I might have a mission for you.”
He picked up two large scrolls, which he then gave to me. They were heavy, and were probably about a meter wide.
“When the time is right, head towards the west, where you will look for Hikari and Yami, the Yōkai sisters. Give them these scrolls, and make them understand that I gave these to you in person. They might not like this, and you might get into trouble with them, but I hope they’ll understand… From what I have heard, they are currently still fighting in the plains of Shin-Stenderu… or something like that. I believe the locals call it New Stendel, but meh, I don’t know for sure.”
I looked at him, and saw hope in his eyes. I was to take over a task that he couldn’t complete, and I felt it was my duty towards him to complete it. From there on, it wasn’t long before I took my best hakama, my bokken and the scrolls, setting off towards the west, following the request of my father, and seeking out the Sisters. My journey had just begun, yet I felt like it had already started years ago.
I would later come to realize that my “childhood” years would turn out to be the best, but that, is a tale I’ll tell on another occasion.
CHAPTER 1: Bookworms and travellers
I remember the voyage being long. A fisherman gave me a lift off the island, and brought me to what was considered the mainland. I gave him a share of the few silver pieces I had that my father had saved up for my travel, and bid him farewell. From the small village I had arrived at, I needed to somehow get to the lands of New-Stendel. Along the pier I saw larger ships, and crewmen carrying crates filled with unknown riches.
People were too busy to notice me: some lifted crates; others yelled at the latter, others were taking a break from a long day of hard labour. As I walked around, the commotion seemed to only get bigger and bigger, more and more people appearing. I finally found a building that resembled somewhat a dock master’s office. As I entered, I saw rows of people writing pages, reading books and reviewing crew registers for departing ships. I found a reception, and a young lady was silently working on a register.
“Pardon me madam”, I started. “Would you know if there was a ship heading towards the Counties of New-Stendel?”
The young lady looked at me perplexed. I didn’t know if it was because of my appearance or my tone of language, but she answered in a clam and soothing voice:
“New-Stendel? No ship will take you there sir.”
“Why not?”
“Because the voyage would be way too long,” she answered. “We’re talking about a year’s worth of sailing. The closest we can take you however is the City of Stendel. From there, there are certain means to get to your desired location without the excess travel time.”
“Oh, well then, how long does it take to get to Stendel?”
“That’s only three months’ worth of travel, but across a rather violent ocean. We have a ship leaving tomorrow in the early hours, but it’s a carrier ship, bringing a shipment of Iron and Coal to the city.”
“Is there any way I could join the crew?”
The receptionist had an inquisitive look at me, judging if I would survive the voyage. She hesitated for a while, and after a brief moment of silence, she started writing a commendation letter. She handed it to me, and told me to go see the Captain of the ship.
[…]
As the morning dawned on our 90th day at sea, I woke up the sound of seagulls. Land wasn’t far now, and it would only be another hour before we arrived. The seagulls sang and the water hit the hull in a calm and harmonious encore. I had arrived. As I walked towards the centre of the town, I heard music, I saw hundreds of citizens, all running around, materials I had never seen before, shops filled to the brim with food, furniture, gems and armour. There was somewhat of a queue near a tree, and a man was giving out instructions here and there to people who came towards him. As my turn came, I spoke:
“Hello good sir. I hear you have means of travelling towards New-Stendel around here. I come from very far, and I have to prevent a war from erupting once more…”
The man looked at me with wide eyes, shocked by my story. He looked a little distressed, and made a sign with his hands for me to stop talking. He called loudly for someone to come, and a new, clearly nobler man came at the counter. He had a quick chat with my previous interlocutor, before taking me on the side and offering me a walk around the square. A few fish were swimming in the fountain.
He then spoke, with a harsh accent:
“First off, Welcome to Stendel. My name is Forfal.”
“Greetings kind sir, my name is Xadrow”.
“Xadrow hun? Not a common name around here. Where are you from, if I may ask?”
“I come from the East, the far island of Akuma no Tochi.”
“Akuma no… I’m sorry I haven’t heard of that place, but I can see you come from far away. Now, unfortunately for you, although the Lands of Stendel do accommodate all kinds of travellers, you might have a few issues here and there. People around these lands do not speak your language well, if even at all.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Around here the people speak French, a Latin rooted language.”
I stopped and thought for a moment. I didn’t even consider this would be an issue.
“I am deeply sorry for wasting your time…” I started.
“Don’t worry; I’m here to help you.” He said, smiling. “It’s such a rare opportunity that I cannot miss it for a thing. Now, tell me why a Slime would come and visit our lands.”
I told him the tales of the sisters, and although he didn’t understand my language as well as I had hoped, he understood my tale.
“Unfortunately I know nothing about these siblings you speak of. However, you might find some answers to your quest in the Library. Either way, I wish you best of luck on your travel. May our paths cross again at some point.”
He smiled, gave me a small map, and indicated my next objective. He pointed towards a large gate made out of purple fire. I bid my farewell, and slowly made my way towards the gateway. As I came closer, I felt my body being dragged into it, and as I touched the flames, I was carried through space itself, and appeared in front of a different scene. A large square surrounded by houses made of stone and wood, and hundreds more people running around, some by foot, some on a horse. Giant birds flew over the city, with what seemed people riding them. An executioner was pleasantly waiting next to his death contraption, and man with a top hat was sitting on a 4 meter pole.
I had a glance at my map, and followed it to the library.
The exterior of the building was rather deceiving. Nothing really showed it was a library. A pair of heavy metal doors led to a staircase, with a couple of armour stands showing of the deep purple and black colours of the city. Once I had passed the arches though, I saw stacks and stacks of thousands of books, all with different covers and colours. There were probably over a million of them, and somehow, I needed to find some information about the sisters… Well, first thing was first, because it was a recent event, I wouldn’t find much in the older books. I went to the counter where an old man was tending and mending an old manuscript, and as he saw me, he started talking:
“Pour préserver les lieux, veuillez bien faire attention de ne pas laisser de tache ou de morceaux de vous-même monsieur… ”
I didn’t understand what he said, but it was clearly something he would have said to any costumer.
“Hello, I’m looking for anything related to the Yokai sisters… If you have anything that is…”
The man was shocked, he wasn’t expecting hearing English apparently.
“The Yokai sisters? I don’t recall receiving anything on their behalf… We do have an eastern Mythos section, through the arch and to your left.”
“Thank you kind sir”.
He looked perplexed as I left towards the left wing, clearly shaken by my speech. From what I had learned from Forfal, I couldn’t blame him...
The shelves were covered in books and parchments, layered with a thin coat of dust to top off the old library look. It seemed the area had not been visited for a while. I looked around, and found a row of books under Mythos regarding a city named Amaterasu. It told the tales of how the Gods fought each other with armies of creatures they had created, Kami, Oni’s and Yokai. The city was the resting place of lost souls, and guarded by two Nagas, powerful dragon like creatures.
These dragons gave me hope for a while that I was on the right track, but unfortunately the tales were way too old compared to the events of my homeland, and the dragons were described as being emerald, not red or blue.
A few other names came up, like the Miko Instute, a place where Yokai would treat human travellers to hot springs. It would have seemed that they were cursed with the presence of the Serpent Orochi, but I found little information about the events. I seemed like the town had been abandoned form what the records stated. Some human villages came up as well, villages like Shiki no Mura, Tsuribashi and Yasumi no Shima. I looked little into these because I was focusing on non-human history.
The more I looked into the depths of the library, the less and less I found. Little was known about the Yokai habitants of the land. I needed to find answers, so my best bet was to travel to the city of Amaterasu.
I left the library, thanking the librarian for his time. As I left he looked concerned about something, but I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The night had fallen, and the streets were even more filled with people than before. Merchants running around with new stocks, horse riders galloping around and showing off their steeds, and guards were patrolling around. I looked at the map again, and tried following the indications towards the New-Stendel Portal.
Another large purple fired gate stood before me, and as I crossed it I was sent into a new environment. The place was a lot less crowded and located not far from what seemed like a forge. Not far from there a small square with a fountain attracted numerous citizens, all running around in all directions. Clearly these lands were all about travel I thought; travel and trade. I looked for a guard, and asked him how to get to Amaterasu.
“Follow the road of the Northern Suburb, through the lands of Nevah, and past the citadel of the Dominion. From there, follow the red flags and you’ll get to your destination,” he answered through his thick beard and heavy armoured helmet. He clearly had a tough time standing all day surveying the same spot in that heavy set of plated armor, I kind of felt bad for him. Nevertheless, I thanked him, and headed off to the city of Amaterasu.
Little did I know that my interference in the events that would follow would change so much…
CHAPTER 1.5 Trail of the Twisted Lumberjack
This chapter will appear when I'll prepare my citizen rank up.
CHAPTER 2: The foreshadowing of War
nothing here yet. A team of highly trained monkeys is tipping away their next Twilight saga, please wait while we sort this issue.
CHAPTER 3: The Iron Behemoth over Dark Waters
nothing here yet. Cats have invaded our laboratories and we are currently busy getting rid of them.
CHAPTER 3.5: Into the Black Smoke
Tells the story after the Keysington revolution.
The city was lit ablaze, the people rioting in front of the palace gates. It would not be long before the crowd marched through the halls and killed the King.
I had managed to board the Behemoth along with Dokhas, Gaudis and Glieps, who felt the situation was getting out of hand. Ropes were untied, the anchor was lifted, and the engines were turned on. The Behemoth roared, its metal hull shrieking as it turned away from the air docks. As we distanced ourselves from the islands, a dark smoke rose from the upper city. The wind was blowing hard, the masts rattled. We had managed to leave just before the apocalypse.
As I gazed onto the carnage that laid before me, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“It is the nature of man to seek violence. We cannot be quelled. If we cannot find an enemy, we create one.” Said Dokhas.
I turned my gaze onto the burning island. Memories of a burning inferno flashed before my eyes, and roaring beasts clashing in the sky… but this was different. This was not a mythical tale of monsters jousting in the heavens. This was man wanting to kill his brethren because he felt overruled, betrayed or enslaved to a system that he didn’t see fitting to his own desires. This was the uprising of a people who worked hard without any form of joy or happiness, mining coal and gems, which they would never see again once they left the caves.
I slowly moved away from the edge of the ship, and made my way to the mess hall. Gaudis and Glieps were in a heated debate with the captain. While my colleagues seemed to be hard on the offensive, the captain looked bizarrely calm, clearly not impressed by the two young men calling him out for whatever he was having a debate on.
“Comment osez-vous changer de cap sans nous en informer?” said Gaudis, furious. “Nous avions une destination claire, et ni moi ni Glieps ne vous avons donnés de nouvelles directives”
“ Je vous l’ai déjà dit, et je vous le répète, il est hors de question de voler vers Icarus. ” answered the captain. “La zone a été signalée comme à risque, je ne compte pas mettre l’équipage en danger.”
“ Et comme passer par Kutzenbach n’est pas une option non plus, vous compter faire un énorme détour et faire escale à Kallanos.” continued Glieps, his fur ruffling up.
“Risk?” I asked, interrupting the debate. “What risk?”
The captain turned around to face me, put a book on the table, and took a deep breath.
“A rogue camp of magical creatures has been spotted in the plains to the east of Icarus. The Empire having dealt with such creatures in the past, decided to blockade the entire region. And it’s a good thing too: a dragon has been spotted near the camp too. I’m not flying into dragon territory.”
“Dragons wouldn’t dare travel near Icarus” said Glieps. “Not with the dwarves of Drygalkarak so close.”
“I’m not leaving that to chance. I will not fly the Behemoth into dragon territory.”
The three men continued their bickering and arguing, with no signs of changing opinion. Dragons were no small threat, which I knew more than well. But why would dragons travel to Icarus of all places? Glieps was right, the dwarves would have shot the beast down had it come to close, and most dragons in the region, from what I had been told by my new colleagues during our voyage to Keysington, knew of the danger that the darves posed to them… Unless… this wasn’t an old dragon, but a new and younger one…
I hastily walked to the communications bridge, and looked for the registry of messages received. The messages were ordered by the date and time of receipt, and it didn’t take long before I found an intermission from signed by the Empire.
“ Les plaines suds de New-Stendel sont à présent une zone à risque. STOP.
Des créatures magiques non-identifiées ont installé un camp de guerre. STOP.
Un grand Naga bleu a été identifié dans le camp. STOP.
Tout navire aérien est déconseillé de voyager dans la zone. STOP
Des compensations terrestres seront mises à la disposition des marchands pour rejoindre Icarus. STOP
Sahbia est complètement inaccessible à pied ou par les airs, et les voies maritimes ne sont pas sécurisés. STOP
Soyez prudents,
Direction des voies Aériennes de L’Empire. STOP”
A blue naga… it couldn’t be… Ao ? Hikari’s dragon? Could it be that I had finally found one of the sisters? My body filled with glee and angst, my slime churning inside of me, boiling, spattering. I had found a clue to my quest…
My joy only lasted a few moments though, as the ship started to rattle and shake. The metal resonated and twisted along the welding seems, pipes filled with pressurized gas whistled and bowelled. I grabbed onto the railing leading to the outer door, and made my way outside. The sky had turned black, the wind was slapping the hull with all its might. There was no rain, there was no storm. A dark wind blackened by ash and soot filled the sky, plunging the air into an obscure mist filled with debris and dust. Something was burning. The coal in the air made it unbreathable. The masts rattled as they were pelted with sharpness, stones and sand. You couldn’t see anything but your feet.
I kept to the railing and made my way through the black fog toward the main cabin where I had left the captain and the others. As I tried opening the door, a large lump flew right into my face, with such a velocity that it passed right through my head, and continued its trajectory carried by the wind. I stumbled backwards, my vision started fading. As the lights dimmed around me, the door opened, and a figure tried carrying me back inside…
As I fell deep into darkness, I arrived into a small room, lit only by an open fireplace. The coals were slowly eating away at the freshly cut wood laying on top of them. The room had two arm chairs in front of the hearth, a small study covered in books and parchments, and a window bordered by two large red velvet curtains, one slightly covering the sill. The light coming from outside came from the moon reflecting onto a large open ocean, with an island in the background, burning. The hellfire was fading, and only a few faint orange sparks gave away the state of the damage that had occurred.
Sitting in one of the large armchairs was a rather large looking man, with a well-trimmed moustache and a pair of small spectacles on the tip of his nose. A dark yet warm and comforting aura emanated from him. He was clearly a wealthy and charismatic man, and from the different schematics I could see laying around the room, a man of science.
“Why hello dear my dear boy” he said, lifting his eyes from the book he was reading. “What have you brought me today?”
“This… this place… am I… dead?”
“Oh no young man, you are far from dead, just a little shaken up that’s all.”
He smiled, and offered me a seat. The hearth slowly warmed me up.
“Would you care for a drink?” he asked.
“Uhm… no thank you good sir… wh… who are you?”
“Well, I’m known by many names. Some might refer to me as a rather special engineer, other as a demon incarnate. I have been bestowed names such as Kar… oh, my bad, maybe I shouldn’t have said that one. You may call me Akuma.”
“Akuma...” I shuddered. “Are you in league with any of Orochi’s desendants?”
“Oh goodness no, do not worry, I do not come from the East, nor am I in the leagues of Orochi.”
I sighed in relief… but too soon.
“I am far worse than that old snake.” He added.
I froze. The air in the room suddenly felt a lot colder. My breath condensed as I exhaled, and cold sweat started dripping along my spine. The light slowly dimmed, but the man remained lit with a fiery aura.
“Do not worry” he said. “I have no intension of harming you. I was just exited to meet you.”
“Me? Why?”
“Oh, your purpose for me will be apparent soon enough. But that is not the reason I brought you here today. I heard you’ve taken on a quest of dragon spotting.”
“Somewhat…”
“Very few remain on New-Stendel. Other than the two nagas protecting Amaterasu, you won’t find a lot of them. Yet, I would like to ask a favour of you.”
“A… favour?”
“Indeed.” He laid back into his chair, joining his hands, methodically examining me. “You see, I am willing to tell you the exact location of both Yami and Hikari, provided once your quest is over, you embark on a small other one for me.”
“A quest… For you to ask this of me, it mustn’t be without danger. Clearly a man of your stature doesn’t feel adventurous enough to undertake this challenge on his own.”
His eyes turned a deep amber, and though his face didn’t betray any emotion, I could sense an oppressing fury around me.
“You flatter me, but I have no fear of the outside.” He opened his book. I could see the drawing of a black shadow with what seen like large wings made of smoke and ash. “The eternal plague, the infernal shadow, the dark spectre… many names have been bestowed to this creature. The people in these Lands know it as the symbol of a bygone era where an old alliance faced the Empire with no remorse. The task I entrust you with is rather simple. Find this elder dragon of old.”
“Find it. That’s it?”
“Well, when and if you find it, you won’t be alone, I’ll make sure of that. You’ll understand more what your task implies when it comes. For now, let me tell you what you want to know”.
He closed the book, and all the lights turned off. The room was pitch black, but the two hellfire orange eyes glowing in front of me, starring into my soul.
“Hikari has set up camp in the south of New Stendel, but you’ve learned that from the Empire’s telegram back on the Behemoth. Yami however moved her followers further away, and travelled to the far regions of the Miko Institute of Fairies and Yokai. Be very cautious xadrow. We will meet again, sooner than you may think…” The lights suddenly disappeared. I opened my eyes.
I was on a bed in what looked like an infirmary. A bursting headache complimented a broken back and what seemed like a cast around my left arm. The room was filled with sunlight streaming through large windows. Nurses were coming in and out of the room, hastily, carrying large metal platters covered in bandages, potions and surgical instruments, while men dressed in robes were attending more patients. As I looked around, other people were laying on similar beds, but in what seemed a lot worse conditions than what I was in.
“T’es enfin réveillé?” asked a familiar voice. I turned, and Gaudis was sitting by my side, a goblet of beer in one of his hands.
“Where did you get that from?” I asked, smilling.
“Les moines ici ont de la plutôt bonne bière, et puis, ils me connaissent assez bien par ici.
“Where are we anyhow?”
“ On est dans l’abbaye de Kélaire. On a réussi à convaincre le capitaine de nous apporter la, avec toi dans le coma ça n’a pas été trop compliqué. ”
“ Coma? How long was I out for?”
“Une semaine ou deux” he answered, with a stern expression.
An awkward silence formed, but it was soon broken by a monk.
“Ah, monsieur est enfin réveillé. Ce n’est pas que je veuille vous forcer la chose, mais pourrais-je savoir si monsieur est assuré en tant que citoyen de l’Empire ?
“ Allons bon père Joseph ! L’homme vient de se réveiller de deux semaines dans un coma et vous venez le tracasser avec de telles formalités ? Honteux je dis bien, honteux. ”
The priest moved away, clearly offended by Gaudis.
“Citizen of the Empire?”
“Ouais, en tant que citoyen tes frais médicaux sont couverts par l’état… mais t’inquiète pas, j’ai envoyé missive auprès des ministères adéquats. Avec un peu de chance tes documents arriverons d’ici quelques jours… on semaines, on ne sait jamais avec l’administration de l’Empire.”
I smiled. Me, a citizen of the Empire… who would have thought? All I knew is that it was another step forward, and that my quest would continue from there…
CHAPTER 4: Scroll and Fury
nothing here yet. The monkeys are only halfway through their saga.
CHAPTER 5: Roots: Renewing the Cherry Tree
nothing here yet. A Somalian man took over the enterprise and said "I am Captain now", and directed it towards the next Fifty Shades of Grey book.
CHAPTER 6: Shadows of Kurogawa
nothing here yet. This might be only chapter we currently have a actual story line for... please wait for updates.
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Welcome to the tales of a Blood Slime.
As you might have noticed, it's in English. Have fun reading something new and exiting, linked to my experiences on this server. Currently there are 6 chapters planed (on top of the Lost chapter).
These will serve as my personal RP for my future ranks (if ever I so wish to rank up), but also as a little fun story to add onto my Minefield adventure.
I hope you enjoy my writing and hope to see you soon in game.
regards, xadrow - Kawaii Akuma
EDITS:
15/08/15 - posted Lost chapter
26/08/15 - posted Chapter 1; Spoiled chapter names
22/11/15 - added introductory art
12/05/16 - added chapter 3.5 (citizen RP)
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Well well well well Well! If it isn't my first victim trying to get on his own feet
!Oh how I've waited for this day, the times where the valiant and worthy rise. My my, I'm am pleased to have started getting into this community at this time.
You see, I like Stalroc quite a bit, mainly because he was the only man who was kind enough to me during a social experiment I had made a while back. After a good laugh and a friendly chat, we became quite good acquaintance, and I know that he'll be able to help if I have any issues. He's friendly, and maybe the least corrupt Nevan I know ^^' (please don't dig my grave too deep for that comment).
Considering his past activity, his constant involvement, and his influence on so many projects and on people's buildings, I don't see why he shouldn't be accepted amid the Knights of the server.
a big +1 from me.
Ganbatte ! (good luck to you)!
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point taken Buky. (I top my hat towards you)
But it seems that I need to justify more the existence of the tank than the design (as I actually did say in my first post that I would have suggested making the tanks look more prototype-ish; with maybe gears, more tubing and such).
The design needs maybe to be reviewed, but the existence itself should not be questioned, because if people can make submarines and flying airships, I can't see why they wouldn't be able to make a moving cannon.
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both of the following are steampunk tanks:
the difference is chronology. Even inside of the steampunk universe, some technologies are more advanced than others. Nabes is an early steampunk map, not a fully developed and technologically advanced steampunk world (I will admit that much). The difference between the example i gave is that one is more advanced than the other. One is clearly more powerful and efficient than the other.
What I'm getting a vibe from is that people are confusing steampunk and diesel punk.
what others forget is that steel was invented when we arrived into the middle ages.
if the grey is annoying you, ask for some copper, that will fix the steampunk issue (or brass, but I prefer copper).
Is it maybe the idea that there is a project that has the firepower to go to war? that would be stupid considering the past history of the lands.
There is, unfortunately, no way of denying that Nabes is not medieval. It's like returning to saying the earth was flat: projects have clearly advanced beyond that.
I believe that the real issue is genuinely the military advances for you people. You don't mind humane progress (submarines), but when it involves putting a gun on wheels (which was already a thing back in the early renaissance and even before that), you go into a frenzy.
I'm a pacifist IRL, but in a video game i don't care.
so,
-material wise: it's valid, because of the projects that exist already
-technology wise: its like putting 1 and 1 together to make 2
-chronologically wise: the military always had 10 years of a head start.
history has shown the evolution of tanks (look at tanks from WW1 to now a days, the similarities are astounding), and they don't change all that much. (take this comment with a pinch of salt, of course tanks have changed, but the main concept is always the same: big gun on wheels/tracks)
so I understand people are saying no, but I'm not changing my opinion.
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For the first time, I'm going to have to disagree with Stalroc.
Nabes, although having to follow the same rules, is NOT a full medieval based build, and if you even try to tell me that the Nabes Capital is even half medieval i would kindly invite you to show me any reference of metal cities dating back to the 17th century at the latest, and I highly doubt you'll find what you seek.
However, the thing I'm slightly peeved by is that people don't fully understand what the lore behind steam punk is, or that they don't seem to grasp the feel that comes with it.
The submarines are "steampunky", and although small, ar quite cute. Heck, we have a metal juggernaut planed back at keysington (which by the way is probably even less medieval than this project) so I can't say no to those.
The tanks are great, and to be honest I wouldn't mind tanks... but maybe design them with a even more "prototype" kind of look (to make it look slightly older).
The turret is more than fine for me.
Honestly this project has as much right to be on Nabes as any other project of its genre, but no where else on the RP maps, I will agree to that.
TLDR: Go for it, maybe make prototype tank versions?
Good luck.
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Really sorry mate, but I can't get past the architectural style, let alone the lore behind the town. I'm going to be a bit harsh, but I'm not supporting this project. I think you need to reconsider an entirely new concept to be honest, as the Doctor is not something that just blends into the general story that the rest of the continent is following. On top of that, an over use of flat stairs and banners make the builds just... look silly (remaining polite)... really sorry for this harshness, but it's my opinion.
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I, as a member of a long list of people before and after me, give a big +1 to this concept. I hope it can bring a little more of an upbringing to the young players Stal takes under his wing.
Best of luck my friend
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GG Well played
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To be honest though, who do you want to represent with this: You've got mainly French players, Belgians, people from Quebec (I'm not calling them Canadians cause they don't like that X) ), and the odd madman who speaks an extra language. I might not be aware of all of this, but I don't see a lot of Spanish, Russians, Chinese or Ugandan players on this server, so I don't really see the point in this, unless trying to add some livelihood to the server. These people are allowed to come, sure, I'm even for this idea, but they wont come by themselves because they have no reason to come onto a french server where ALL of its lore is in french (and or a extra language for the odd exception I don't know of).
Also, the website used to claim it was opening to English players more than a year ago, and look at the "huge" progress the server's made: people laughed and ignored me when I did a social experiment ( thank you Stalroc for the "warm welcome"), apart from the odd mature player people think a foreign language is a joke, and let's be honest, it's a barrier too.
Now the idea itself isn't bad, but i personally think that there isn't a large enough demand for this to be necessary.
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Hello Hello everyone!
I would like to take a little bit of your time to speak about why Gibbon_Boy should be accepted as a Knight.
I got to meet him recently, and he was ever so friendly with me. He showed kindness and generosity, and that, for a part-time player, is something I cab only approve of. On top of this, he's a dedicated player (I see him connected on the server way too often), and a skilled builder too. He's got a bit of a gold-digger kind of thing going on, but that makes him all the more special
.Furthermore, he's a very courteous chap, and well, I'm a sucker for nice people.
A big English/Belgian +1
Xadrow
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IRL PRESENTATION:Hello. My name is Alexandre, but people call me Alex for short. Ingame, I’m known as Xadrow, or even Kawaii Akuma by the odd few who know me well. I’m turning 20 in July. Unlike you might think, I’m not English, but Belgian. The reason I write in English is because I’m currently studying in the UK, and my French is too rusty for my liking.
My likes have evolved ever so slightly since the last time I presented myself, but not all that much: I still play video games (way too much), and I still play music, draw and I’m continuing my Engineering degree. I have, however, developed a particularly high interest in all that is Japanese Culture, from history to entertainment… okay, entertainment mainly, but I do like their history too.
MINECRAFT AND MINEFIELD HISTORY:[LINK TO MY PRESENTATION AFTER BECOMING A PEASANT: https://www.minefield.fr/forum/topic/53757-pr%C3%A9sentation-xadrow/?hl=xadrow]
I’ve been playing Minecraft for almost 4 years now. I’ve often visited Minefield, and I’m one of the main helpers of the Keysington project on Nabes [https://www.minefield.fr/forum/topic/54696-accept%C3%A9-keysington/?hl=keysington]. On top of this, I've helped in Kelaire and I've been asked to help design the Kutzenbach manor.
I’d like to eventually build my own little town, as well as show my skills on the server. I specialize in Asian styled builds, but I’m a rather versatile builder, and I follow instructions well.
Here are some screenshots of my work on another server and in singleplayer minefield:
MOTIVATIONSThe main reason I’d like to become a villager (villageois) is because I really don’t like Questing, and without a job I can’t get any real form of revenue, so my pockets are emptying rapidly. Although Questing is a big thing on Minefield,I don't enjoy it, and I’d like to get a few Silver Coins to set up my projects, maybe attend a few more events and such. Although this rank would be more of prestige than of use, I'd like to get more involved in the community, and a rank up might help with this. Finally, I was peer pressured into it by quite a few friends (mainly TheGaudis).
If I was accepted as a villager (villageois), I would like to be a Lumberjack (bûcheron).
ROLEPLAY(note: this section is slightly longer than what is asked for, but I couldn't fit the thing in just 25 lines. Also, originally it was over 60 lines, so I did a LOT of editing)
Lost chapter: Hell Fire and goo…
Wh… Where am I? What are these sounds whaling in my ears, cries for help? All I can see is fire and ash in a crimson sky, as two roaring beasts clash with claws and teeth, shredding skin and limbs. The smoke burned my eyes as the gust created by the two behemoths blew towards me, corroding and burning all in its path… I was born in this world of war, bloodshed and the slaughter of thousands of Yōkai fighting for a trivial sister’s feud…
The next thing I remember was waking up in a devastated and ruined city, where all had turned black from the fires during the night. The bodies of countless lives that had been lost in the conflict, burned to a crisp, lay before my eyes in a horrific display of the cruelty of the world.
Suddenly, an old man, barely capable of walking, slowly made his way through the street, clearly horrified and on the brim of falling in tears at what had become of the city. As he came closer, he noticed me, and looked at me, quite intrigued by my presence, and, as I would discover later, my mere existence.
The old man lifted me up, and held me up in one hand. At this point I realized that I was but the size of a mouse, and I felt sliding through his fingers, like if my body wasn't solid. I fell, but his second hand caught me before I hit the ground.
“There there little guy,” the man said, with a reassuring voice. “Everything is going to be alright. Yare yare, what a mess this place is.”
I could hear the tears in his voice, as he looked onto what remained of a former food cart near a shop. He sighed. And slowly moved his hand up to his shoulder for me to sit on it, then slowly started making his way towards the Sakura Forest.
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My new found father’s name was Akumajin. He told me the tale of the Yōkai Sisters, who caused the bloodshed and destruction. As the years passed, my father seemed to enjoy having more and more serious talks with me, about sciences and literature. However, I noticed that in all the references on Yōkai history, in all the books and scrolls, very little to no information existed concerning my origins.
It would take me another few years for me to ask: “Oto-san, what am I?”
My father looked at me, deep into my eyes, telling me without any words that I was, indeed, an unusual creature, even for the Yōkai. It was a dreaded question, which my father had anticipated, but had hoped never to have to answer.
“From what I've gathered over the years, I believe you are a Slime. Slimes are a rare breed for this time and age, most of them died out during the wars before the Age of Peace.”
This information alone was rather sad. Though I wasn't alone, I was rare around here. I slowly felt like the weight of judgement had been dropped onto me from the heavens, and I fell into the darkest of places I had been since my birth.
“Hey,” my father said. “Don't worry. I'm sure there are more of your kind out there, you just need to find them. If you feel like you're failing or lost, Don’t believe in yourself, believe in the me that believes in you, and you'll manage to find your path.”
He patted me on the head, and I felt his warmth pulling me out of the darkness. I wasn't alone, and I was the son of Akumajin, the old man in the Mori Shrine.
He looked towards the horizon. The Sakura trees were in blossom, spring had arrived. With a small pat on my back, he stood up, and slowly walked towards the altar.
“You know what; I think I might have a mission for you.”
He picked up two large scrolls, which he then gave to me. They were heavy, and were probably about a meter wide.
“When the time is right, head towards the west, where you will look for Hikari and Yami, the Yōkai sisters. Give them these scrolls, and make them understand that I gave these in person. They might not like this, and you might get into trouble with them, but I hope they’ll understand… From what I have heard, they are currently still fighting in the plains of Shin-Stenderu (tr: New Stendel)… or something like that.”
I looked at him, and saw hope in his eyes. From there on, it wasn't long before I took my best hakama, my bokken and the scrolls, setting off towards the west, following the request of my father, and seeking out the Sisters. My journey had just begun, yet I felt like it had already started years ago.
I would later come to realize that my “childhood” years would turn out to be the best, but that, is a tale I’ll tell on another occasion...
世話をする
(*take care*)
Merci d’avoir eut le courage de lire jusqu’ici et merci de votre temps.
Coordialement,
Xadrow (A.D.)
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Mon dieu mon dieu, "het is zo ver" (trad: on y est arrivé, flamand).
I've known TheGaudis for quite a few years now, and every time we cross paths he seems to have new skills to show off or stories to tell. Whether it would him flaunting about his building skills or him showing off as a ruler over his projects, he always has something new and exiting to bring forward. Beneath a man with wild looks and stone cold judgment is a man with dedication and will power I have yet to achieve myself. His loyalty to the community and his friends cannot be put in doubt, and his motives are pure (at least i hope so),
I would like to up vote his request for knighthood, not only because he's a friend, but also because if he doesn't deserve it, no one does.
+1 old friend, and may you prosper as a knight.
On a side note, don't spoil my project
and finally, you'll NEVER see me in a monastery, EVER.PS: Oui, j'écris en anglais, car j'écris mieux en anglais qu'en francais, et que je peux faire ce que je veux.
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Bonjour ou Bonsoir!
J'aimerai partager une opinion (c'est le but du forum).
Bon, déjà, je vais faire simple, pas de patés à en démotiver les gens, +1 pour le projet.
Pourquoi? Parce que TheGaudis et Xaxi sont deux joueurs compétents pour le moins, mais aussi motivés et bien travailleur.
Mon opinion en général sur Minecraft est que peu de gens savent comment vraiment construire de belles batisses... il faudrait bien leur apprendre! L'apprentissage ne ce fait pas en regardant des projets immenses, mais en en faisant partie. Le concepte n'est que donc le plus approprié pour la situation.
Je ne suis malheureusment pas au point avec les contes et péripécies concernant le Dominion et ces terres aloués, donc je ne m'y melle pas. Simple, claire, net.
Bonne chance et binne continuation
Xadrow,
membre de rien en particulier,
président de rien du tout,
conseillé de personne,
porte parole de nulle que soit-meme
PS: main d'oeuvre requise? Que gaudis me contacte et je vois si je peux trouver une mute ou deux dans mon emploi du temps X)
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J'aimerai soutenir avec un gros +1 notre amis Dokhas pour cette candidature. C'est une personne agréable à jouer avec, généreuse, et c'est un joueur actif (je dirais même, un joueur très actif) sur le serveur.
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Architecture mediocre, oui, je ne suis qu'un mediocre constructeur qui n'arrive pas à ton hauteur...
Pour en rajouter, je dois avouer qu'en mon opinion, TheGaudis mérite ce rang: d'une part pour son investissement dans les travaux qu'il fait, mais aussi, c'est, je doit avouer, quelqu'un avec de grandes idées et qui, avec les ressources nécessaire, fait un travail tout aussi [barrer]magnifique[/barrer] médiocre que moi (sur une note sérieuse, il fait de bonnes choses, derrière son apparence de rustre ce cache un génie).+1
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Bonjour et/ou bonsoir à tous les lecteurs de ce post.
Je m'appelle Alexandre, mais on me connaît plus souvent in-game comme xadrow. J'ai 18 ans.
Mes loisirs et activités au cours des journées se composent de musique, dessins et jeux vidéos, et dans pas trop longtemps, des études universitaires en Ingénierie. Néanmoins, mon gout pour Minecraft reste un des plus grands caractères me définissant actuellement.
Il m'a fallu du temps pour venir vraiment jouer sur Minefield, mais plusieurs projets m'ont influencé, en particulier Shiki No Mura (ma folie pour l'architecture nippone est peu comparable), ainsi que tout simplement la grandeur du serveur, les innombrables possibilités avec les blocs uniques, et un peu (beaucoup trop) l'influence de TheGaudis. Parmi mes connaissances ce trouves aussi Glieps, Dokhas, TiiXel, xaxicouzoulou, et quelques autres joueurs travaillant sur Kalaïre.
Mes envies? Elles sont moindres à vrai dire, mais j'aime bien aider je dirais, et si ce n’est pas pour designer un style plutôt steampunk, c’est pour faire le bourrin de service de construction.
En ce qui concerne mes capacités de construction...
[Accepted] [Project] Akuma Kyōdai
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@bygdaddy21, Thank you very much. If you ever wish to join in, you are more than welcome to, as you lived there before i launched the project.