Gin Pevishan's Application [Closed]
Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 12:48 pm
The old necromancer shuffled slowly across the cold stone floor of his one room shack, feeling the ever-present chill of the mountain air more than usual this morning in his stiffened joints. With a groan he pulled out the chair to his table and sat down, pulling a sheet of parchment in front of him and blinking away the cobwebs of his morning meditation.
"Well, well. Time for me to come down into society once more I think." he muttered, grabbing his pen and inkwill and setting to his business.
To whom it may concern regarding membership in your most esteemed group, The Red Rose.
My name is Gin Pevishan, an old necromancer living on the mountainside of Kazordoon, that great Dwarven Kingdom where I spend my days. Alas, the more I age, the more the cold seeps into these bones and makes an occasionally wandering mind dream of summer. Warmth, good beer and companionship, I'm afraid that is what this old body needs. And so I asked myself, where might I find good friends? Souls, who, like myself believe that this land is about more than just killing brutish monsters and having petty wars. Friends who like to enjoy themselves and spend time appreciating the finer things, such as good tales, good ales, and a rasher of crisp bacon. Well, surely enough the dwarves could satisfy the last two, but I'm afraid most of them couldn't spot a good story if it snuck in and stole their trousers right off! If you can believe that! A shame.
So I thought to myself, I must find a guild. But not just any guild; a guild that believes, as I do, in fair play, justice, and peace. And of course, there is but one name among guilds in this land that those thoughts could lead to. And it was of course, you fellows. All that said, I ask that you please consider an old necromancer for a place in your ranks. I promise to keep the ghouls out of the kitchen and the skeletons out of the meat locker!
Regards,
-Gin Pevishan
OOC:
Former guilds: Society of the Black Rose, Order of the Unknown.
Why have I left? As several of you know the Black Rose has long since failed, and as for the OotU, it was simply a place to be amongst friends who are no longer around, and the guild is quite dead now.
Haven't I applied before? Why, yes, I have. Sadly, I lost ability to play due to some issues involving balancing full-time student demands with full-time work and a girlfriend. Needless to say I quite forgot the game existed. I apologize profusely for not letting anyone know ahead of time, I absolutely did not mean to leave that application hanging, just got so busy it slipped my mind. The application may be found at viewtopic.php?f=3&t=624
I hope you will not mind that I do not have a story to tell you about myself this time around, I do however have something I hope you'll like. The poem is titled "Dark God"
Once I was man,
Now I’m much more.
Controlled in this world,
I could do nothing before.
Struck down by the Gods,
They replaced me instead.
Nothing more than a robot,
When I returned from the dead.
Slowly I fought back,
Regaining myself.
Now I am one of them,
No mere mortal on their shelf.
A God in my own right,
I control destiny.
My power now abundant,
Their people scream out to me.
I wrest away their control,
As my following grows.
Now they’re left helpless,
It seems everyone knows.
On earth mortals fall,
On their worshipping knees.
They beg me for safety,
But I do what I please…
"Well, well. Time for me to come down into society once more I think." he muttered, grabbing his pen and inkwill and setting to his business.
To whom it may concern regarding membership in your most esteemed group, The Red Rose.
My name is Gin Pevishan, an old necromancer living on the mountainside of Kazordoon, that great Dwarven Kingdom where I spend my days. Alas, the more I age, the more the cold seeps into these bones and makes an occasionally wandering mind dream of summer. Warmth, good beer and companionship, I'm afraid that is what this old body needs. And so I asked myself, where might I find good friends? Souls, who, like myself believe that this land is about more than just killing brutish monsters and having petty wars. Friends who like to enjoy themselves and spend time appreciating the finer things, such as good tales, good ales, and a rasher of crisp bacon. Well, surely enough the dwarves could satisfy the last two, but I'm afraid most of them couldn't spot a good story if it snuck in and stole their trousers right off! If you can believe that! A shame.
So I thought to myself, I must find a guild. But not just any guild; a guild that believes, as I do, in fair play, justice, and peace. And of course, there is but one name among guilds in this land that those thoughts could lead to. And it was of course, you fellows. All that said, I ask that you please consider an old necromancer for a place in your ranks. I promise to keep the ghouls out of the kitchen and the skeletons out of the meat locker!
Regards,
-Gin Pevishan
OOC:
Former guilds: Society of the Black Rose, Order of the Unknown.
Why have I left? As several of you know the Black Rose has long since failed, and as for the OotU, it was simply a place to be amongst friends who are no longer around, and the guild is quite dead now.
Haven't I applied before? Why, yes, I have. Sadly, I lost ability to play due to some issues involving balancing full-time student demands with full-time work and a girlfriend. Needless to say I quite forgot the game existed. I apologize profusely for not letting anyone know ahead of time, I absolutely did not mean to leave that application hanging, just got so busy it slipped my mind. The application may be found at viewtopic.php?f=3&t=624
I hope you will not mind that I do not have a story to tell you about myself this time around, I do however have something I hope you'll like. The poem is titled "Dark God"
Once I was man,
Now I’m much more.
Controlled in this world,
I could do nothing before.
Struck down by the Gods,
They replaced me instead.
Nothing more than a robot,
When I returned from the dead.
Slowly I fought back,
Regaining myself.
Now I am one of them,
No mere mortal on their shelf.
A God in my own right,
I control destiny.
My power now abundant,
Their people scream out to me.
I wrest away their control,
As my following grows.
Now they’re left helpless,
It seems everyone knows.
On earth mortals fall,
On their worshipping knees.
They beg me for safety,
But I do what I please…