Those actually would help Newbies as well. Go for the post.
Cabal Skills
FAILED VAMP APP
A rose colored scroll unfurls, smelling faintly of perfume.
Dark Master Chayesh,
You have shaped me, given me form. I am instilled with faith
towards you and will do as you please. Since a child, I knew
my purpose within this life. I have heard the dark whispers
within my dreams, whispers that caressed my ever lustful
mind. A purpose has been created for me, one that I will not
fail. As a child, I knew of your might, that I will eventually
come to age to be acknowledged.
Yet, even now, I am not perfect. Like those that I have
studied within my youth, my body will age and decay, until I
am nothing more than an ugly shrew. I have found runes and
manuscripts within my research to stay off the inevitable
ugliness that comes with age. However, it is only a temporary
solution. As I serve you and sacrifice the essence of others
to your cause, I am not able to stay young. My jewelries are
a gateway to youth, but they will not sustain me. They absorb
the essence and blood of those that I sacrifice, rejuvenating
my youth, yet they will not create perfection.
Master, I know I am not worthy of your attention. You gave me
life, purpose, and even found me beautiful, for which I am
deeply glad. To know that my form gives you pleasure is
ecstacy. Know that my soul and spirit will always be yours.
This body, however, will wither. My beauty will fade...I will
be useless. I ask you to take my body as well, so that I will
always belong to you, both in physical and spiritual form.
I ask for a gift, a boon from you. Once I have stated that I
seek the answer to the truth. The answer to perfection, the
answer to everlasting beauty. I have been groomed in this
truth since my birth. Even as I write this, I feel my body
sagging, wrinkles appearing on my flawless figure. The answer
exists only through your cause. Only through your power will
I become...perfect. I ask this boon of you, Master Chayesh.
Your child, your beloved,
Karaia Paiarin
*Stamped on the bottom is an insignia of a red rose dripping
blood.*
APP FOR "WARMASTERS" FROM ANOTHER MUD
A faith overturned. A past unreconcilable. These are the events of my
life, the stories that have brought me before you. I am Draxlin
Mez'rath, one a weaponsmaster of a sect of blademasters. It was our
duty to train our bodies, our muscles, to do what others could not.
We were known as assassins, as mercenaries, as death. We were feared
by many, respected by all...yet merely slaves to the whims of the
Mages and the Priestesses of Lloth. Our prowess in our combat skills
were unmatched. Few were able to say that they met one of the Ham'rak.
Others may do as they are ordered, yet I always felt that something
was amiss. Something within the depth of my soul was torn between
loneliness and pain. It was only the sweat of exhaustion, of deadly
combat between my peers in order to hone our skills, that truly
brought relief.
Time passed and our missions became the same: To establish and enforce
the rules of those closest to Lloth. Words were twisted to make us
believe that we were important, yet we were merely lapdogs to those
in power. I sensed a growing disturbance within our ranks. Our skills
were the only thing of use, and we were forced to worship one who
deemed us tools. Our devotion slowly divulged and a sense of confusion
passed us. We would obey as commanded, yet our attentions were directed
elsewhere to an unseen force that brought us glory and triumph. Not
knowing what this was, members of the Ham'rak travelled deep within the
Underdark, searching for the answer. I was one such.
My journeys lead to an ancient graveyard of a battle long passed. Armors
and weapons once forged were now rusted, brittle through the passage of
time. In the middle of this graveyard was a monument with words
inscribed in it. "The path of fate leads through conquest. The destiny
of one is revealed through the flesh. The hall of Ascension comes with
skill." This was what I sought. The graveyard was the final resting
ground of those who worshiped the Mighty Ordasen and those who would
use other magic to gain supremacy.
I traced my path back to our sect only to find it burned to the ground.
The Priestesses and Mages decided that we were too dangerous to live.
My comrades, those that I sparred against, those that taught me lessons
of the blade, had been disposed of, like any tools that outlasted their
use. My brief journey to the ancient battleground had cost me my life.
Strangely, I did not feel sorrow, or grief. I knew that those of the
Ham'rak had finally found eternity in combat, to refine their skills
without the interference of mages.
I believe I am the last of the Ham'rak. I wish to offer my skills to
those of the Village in worship of Lord Ordasen, to refine my skills,
and to gain revenge on those who slaughtered my comrades. My blade is
yours, if you will have it.
Draxlin Mez'rath, Weaponmaster of Ham'rak
FAILED VAMP ADD. IN RETROSPECT, I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD A SHOT WITH THIS APP, BUT MY CHAR JUST GOT REALLY OVERBEARING AND MY RP DROPPED TOWARDS THE END OF THE SECOND WEEK.
Subject Vampire - The Fallacy of Mortality Part I
*A leather clad book inscribed with the words "Mekrah Esh Lacran"
appears before you. Slowly the letters transform, glowing sickly
green, into the words "Tome of Passage." As if by a breeze, the
pages in the journal shuffle. Some of the pages contain notes on
incantations, drawings of figures, and translations of ancient
languages.*
2nd of Death, 604 PC
Incompetence. How I despise being called that word by Master
Vorlath. It is not my fault the the nymph's heart I retrieved from
the Witch Wood was rotten. The enchantment that the Master gave
me should have kept. Why am I to be blamed for everything? It is
not right. It is not fair. All this for a simple piece of power.
Is the degradation worth it?
7th of Death, 604 PC
Master Vorlath once again taunts for what befalls me. I did
everything as I was taught. Syllable by syllable, word by word...
everything is as I was taught. I must admit that when I first began
as an apprentice to the Dark Alchemist of Cayern, I was everything
that he calls me. A dolt. Incompetent. A dunce. A fool. But now, it
has been over ten years. Why is it that I am still called such? Am
I truly so clumsy that all these mistakes are my fault? My studies
in the dark arts have been flawless. My skills in weapons surpass
all of my peers. I have memorized tomes after tomes... Yet when I
aid Master Vorlath, I am punished for experiments gone awry. Is it
..I dare say...that Master Vorlath is the one making the mistakes?
I must ascertain the truth before Master Vorlath considers my
suspicion. I do not wish to become another of his experiments..
20th of Death, 604 PC
I fear Master Vorlath is suspicious of me. He seeks to see through
my mind for any hidden intent. He has demanded my company as his
personal retainer. He gives me tedious and strenuous jobs, making
sure that I am too busy to plot any plans. It is almost as if he
is...afraid. Of what? He is the famed Dark Warlock of Cayern. I,
merely a lowly apprentice. What is he so afraid of? I have my
suspicions...
1st of Death, 605 PC
The Dark Warlock is a lie! A mere puppet to a greater force. I have
trespassed into his chambers and discovered a secret chamber.
Within that chamber is a portal. Engraved along the outer rim of
the portal are unrecognizable runic symbols. Even in my studies, I
have not found anything that resembles those symbols. I believe
understanding these symbols is where the secret to Vorlath's power
resides. What has once began as an insult to my skills is now
turning to something more. Ambition? Greed? Superiority? No...the
thirst for knowledge. Supremacy. I must understand these symbols.
8th of Death, 605 PC
Vorlath is becoming more uneasy. Whereas he could once berate me,
now he treats me almost as an equal. I see the flow of his magick
and it is incomplete, wavery...powerless. His once seemingly
complex incantations and recipes for potions are in fact illusions
to simple spells. Why I could not see this before...I do not know.
His eyes are shifty, almost as if he expects someone to usurp him.
I cannot believe I was an apprentice...no a pawn to this fool. Yet
the question lingers: If he is merely a traveling wizard, how has
he been able to maintain his reputation? How is it that he inspires
fear among others? The portal is where the key lies. I have tried
crossing it, yet there is a barrier blocking my trespassing. It is
something that a simple wizard like Vorlath could not have created.
The symbols...those are the key.
subject Vampire - The Fallacy of Mortality Part II
10th of Death, 605 PC
Vorlath is near hysterical. His hands are shaking constantly and he
lets out screams of anguish when he slumbers. Somehow, he is losing
the favor of that power that granted him his authority. Cloaking
myself in a simple spell of invisibility, I have rummaged through
his belonging. Stashed under the center of his chamber is a tablet.
The runes on the tablet matche that of the portal. Before I could
obtain it, Vorlath entered the room. It is as he called me...he is
quite incompetent, not even to notice my presence.
20th of Death, 605 PC
At last, the tablet is mine! The runes on the tablet are of a similar
language to the portal, yet not the same. There are chips missing on
the tablet, but I believe I can understand enough of it to open
lower the barrier. Vorlath has become quite insane. He speaks
incoherently to imaginary creatures and eats the oddest items. He
rants about losing faith, power...just about everything. He has
already killed off many of the apprentices, yet he seems afraid of
me. I thought that I might need to dispatch him, but as the last of
his sanity and strength drains away, I think it is better to torture
him for information. In my previous search for the tablet, I found
a skeleton swabbed in a robe. Strangely, the incisors of the skeleton
were curved and stained dark. An interesting find to note, especially
in this ancient and once powerful tower. Hanging around his neck was
a bloody pendant pierced by an obsidian dagger. I believe that such
clothings will work well for me once I rid of Volrath. Perhaps the
dagger can once again feast on flesh.
21st of Death, 605 PC
The robe...seems to drain my life. I can see how the unfortunate
creature who wore it before me became a skeleton. Yet, it also seems
to add to my power. I clearly see the translation on the tablet. It
almost blazes with darkness, pulsing with seduction. The runes call
to me, sing to my blood...it wants me. I now know how to pass the
barrier in the portal. I am sure Volrath will not mind. After all, he
is all but shut in his chambers, crying and sobbing in terror. I
believe a visit is at hand.
25th of Death, 605 PC
Dispatching Vorlath was quite simple. It was understanding the words
behind his babble that became a nuisance. However, I was able to make
him coherent enough for him to understand that he will be skinned
alive. As I stabbed him with the dagger, his lifeforce was drained
through it. A peculiar dagger indeed...it will serve me well in the
future. I have stepped through the portal and witnessed specters
greater than any. Upon my entrance, the great Pillar of Souls rose,
overshadowing all. Across the pillars floats souls bent on feeding off
the life of the living. They wailed, moaned, and spoke of what is to
be. That land is the true appearance of the Forsaken Lands. I will
stay here, in hopes of contacting that which gave Volrath a brief
glimpse of power. I fear I do not have much time. The accursed
clothings I took from the skeleton seems to react to this plane. The
scars of the burns I had to endure as my acceptance into Volrath's
apprenticeship, once heal, slowly appears. As my flesh withers, the
pendant glows brighter.
1st of Death, 606 PC
I am changed. I have been accepted as the new servant of that
imprisoned by the Pillar.My skin has bonded with my clothings, making
me more powerful...more acceptable to the eyes of Death. My sight for
mortality is gone. All I see is the walking dead, the potential and
inevitable fate that befalls on mortals. Life does not exist. Only
the slow decay and trangression to the realm of the Dead exists. My
body is now a threshold between Life and Death. Such is as it should
be. The power vested in me will be used to show others the beauty of
death. Death is not to be feared...it is to be harnessed.
*The words on the cover revert back to "Mekrah Esh Lacran". A small
inscription is seen on the bottom right corner. -Karash Karaccum-*
FAILED VAMP ADD. IN RETROSPECT, I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD A SHOT WITH THIS APP, BUT MY CHAR JUST GOT REALLY OVERBEARING AND MY RP DROPPED TOWARDS THE END OF THE SECOND WEEK.
Subject Vampire - The Fallacy of Mortality Part I
*A leather clad book inscribed with the words "Mekrah Esh Lacran"
appears before you. Slowly the letters transform, glowing sickly
green, into the words "Tome of Passage." As if by a breeze, the
pages in the journal shuffle. Some of the pages contain notes on
incantations, drawings of figures, and translations of ancient
languages.*
2nd of Death, 604 PC
Incompetence. How I despise being called that word by Master
Vorlath. It is not my fault the the nymph's heart I retrieved from
the Witch Wood was rotten. The enchantment that the Master gave
me should have kept. Why am I to be blamed for everything? It is
not right. It is not fair. All this for a simple piece of power.
Is the degradation worth it?
7th of Death, 604 PC
Master Vorlath once again taunts for what befalls me. I did
everything as I was taught. Syllable by syllable, word by word...
everything is as I was taught. I must admit that when I first began
as an apprentice to the Dark Alchemist of Cayern, I was everything
that he calls me. A dolt. Incompetent. A dunce. A fool. But now, it
has been over ten years. Why is it that I am still called such? Am
I truly so clumsy that all these mistakes are my fault? My studies
in the dark arts have been flawless. My skills in weapons surpass
all of my peers. I have memorized tomes after tomes... Yet when I
aid Master Vorlath, I am punished for experiments gone awry. Is it
..I dare say...that Master Vorlath is the one making the mistakes?
I must ascertain the truth before Master Vorlath considers my
suspicion. I do not wish to become another of his experiments..
20th of Death, 604 PC
I fear Master Vorlath is suspicious of me. He seeks to see through
my mind for any hidden intent. He has demanded my company as his
personal retainer. He gives me tedious and strenuous jobs, making
sure that I am too busy to plot any plans. It is almost as if he
is...afraid. Of what? He is the famed Dark Warlock of Cayern. I,
merely a lowly apprentice. What is he so afraid of? I have my
suspicions...
1st of Death, 605 PC
The Dark Warlock is a lie! A mere puppet to a greater force. I have
trespassed into his chambers and discovered a secret chamber.
Within that chamber is a portal. Engraved along the outer rim of
the portal are unrecognizable runic symbols. Even in my studies, I
have not found anything that resembles those symbols. I believe
understanding these symbols is where the secret to Vorlath's power
resides. What has once began as an insult to my skills is now
turning to something more. Ambition? Greed? Superiority? No...the
thirst for knowledge. Supremacy. I must understand these symbols.
8th of Death, 605 PC
Vorlath is becoming more uneasy. Whereas he could once berate me,
now he treats me almost as an equal. I see the flow of his magick
and it is incomplete, wavery...powerless. His once seemingly
complex incantations and recipes for potions are in fact illusions
to simple spells. Why I could not see this before...I do not know.
His eyes are shifty, almost as if he expects someone to usurp him.
I cannot believe I was an apprentice...no a pawn to this fool. Yet
the question lingers: If he is merely a traveling wizard, how has
he been able to maintain his reputation? How is it that he inspires
fear among others? The portal is where the key lies. I have tried
crossing it, yet there is a barrier blocking my trespassing. It is
something that a simple wizard like Vorlath could not have created.
The symbols...those are the key.
subject Vampire - The Fallacy of Mortality Part II
10th of Death, 605 PC
Vorlath is near hysterical. His hands are shaking constantly and he
lets out screams of anguish when he slumbers. Somehow, he is losing
the favor of that power that granted him his authority. Cloaking
myself in a simple spell of invisibility, I have rummaged through
his belonging. Stashed under the center of his chamber is a tablet.
The runes on the tablet matche that of the portal. Before I could
obtain it, Vorlath entered the room. It is as he called me...he is
quite incompetent, not even to notice my presence.
20th of Death, 605 PC
At last, the tablet is mine! The runes on the tablet are of a similar
language to the portal, yet not the same. There are chips missing on
the tablet, but I believe I can understand enough of it to open
lower the barrier. Vorlath has become quite insane. He speaks
incoherently to imaginary creatures and eats the oddest items. He
rants about losing faith, power...just about everything. He has
already killed off many of the apprentices, yet he seems afraid of
me. I thought that I might need to dispatch him, but as the last of
his sanity and strength drains away, I think it is better to torture
him for information. In my previous search for the tablet, I found
a skeleton swabbed in a robe. Strangely, the incisors of the skeleton
were curved and stained dark. An interesting find to note, especially
in this ancient and once powerful tower. Hanging around his neck was
a bloody pendant pierced by an obsidian dagger. I believe that such
clothings will work well for me once I rid of Volrath. Perhaps the
dagger can once again feast on flesh.
21st of Death, 605 PC
The robe...seems to drain my life. I can see how the unfortunate
creature who wore it before me became a skeleton. Yet, it also seems
to add to my power. I clearly see the translation on the tablet. It
almost blazes with darkness, pulsing with seduction. The runes call
to me, sing to my blood...it wants me. I now know how to pass the
barrier in the portal. I am sure Volrath will not mind. After all, he
is all but shut in his chambers, crying and sobbing in terror. I
believe a visit is at hand.
25th of Death, 605 PC
Dispatching Vorlath was quite simple. It was understanding the words
behind his babble that became a nuisance. However, I was able to make
him coherent enough for him to understand that he will be skinned
alive. As I stabbed him with the dagger, his lifeforce was drained
through it. A peculiar dagger indeed...it will serve me well in the
future. I have stepped through the portal and witnessed specters
greater than any. Upon my entrance, the great Pillar of Souls rose,
overshadowing all. Across the pillars floats souls bent on feeding off
the life of the living. They wailed, moaned, and spoke of what is to
be. That land is the true appearance of the Forsaken Lands. I will
stay here, in hopes of contacting that which gave Volrath a brief
glimpse of power. I fear I do not have much time. The accursed
clothings I took from the skeleton seems to react to this plane. The
scars of the burns I had to endure as my acceptance into Volrath's
apprenticeship, once heal, slowly appears. As my flesh withers, the
pendant glows brighter.
1st of Death, 606 PC
I am changed. I have been accepted as the new servant of that
imprisoned by the Pillar.My skin has bonded with my clothings, making
me more powerful...more acceptable to the eyes of Death. My sight for
mortality is gone. All I see is the walking dead, the potential and
inevitable fate that befalls on mortals. Life does not exist. Only
the slow decay and trangression to the realm of the Dead exists. My
body is now a threshold between Life and Death. Such is as it should
be. The power vested in me will be used to show others the beauty of
death. Death is not to be feared...it is to be harnessed.
*The words on the cover revert back to "Mekrah Esh Lacran". A small
inscription is seen on the bottom right corner. -Karash Karaccum-*
Actually, I always really liked this app. It was original. I'm trying to remember if I rejected it or if you quit on the character first.
Ah, I was rejected. I was pretty pissed about it also, but I knew that if I were in your seat, I would probably reject myself. The rp began original (kinda preachy but oh well) but towards the end, I would just spout the same thing, people would ignore me, I would be forced to kill them...and it would continue on and on and on... Of course, if I was accepted, I would've stuck with the rp and maybe formed a clan (I talked to Wathok about forming a clan and got some hints also). I think I got to level 43 or something as a human and was assassinated full loot/sacced while idle. Continued for a bit, but my rp got even more lax, and decided just to call it quits.
Oh, what's this I hear about 4 vamps? That's insane dude 
That's just the active ones. cackle
Old Knight app that was accepted for my elf paladin Irendiel:
"Knights of the Crown,
I have lived a long time. Over the past millenium, I have
seen much and travelled far. I have seen darker states of
life than I had been lead to believe existed... evil in its
purest forms, not as a world-wide plague, but right where
it impacts the people around it. I have seen a demon ravage
an entire village with nothing but hate in its eyes. I have
seen a necromancer raise an entire legion of the undead to
do his bidding. And I have seen a child, having been taken
and his mind having been twisted by a dark sorceror, relish
the defilement of his family. It was the most disturbing
act I have ever been witness to. But this is not all I have
seen. I have seen a father spend years teaching his son right
again, and to atone for the damage and terror he had caused.
I saw the undead legion destroyed when an army of brave souls
confronted it. I saw the demon stopped when one man had the
courage to sacrifice his life to stop it. It is acts such as
these that have fueled my existence. I joined the guild of
Paladins so that I may learn to put a stop to the Darkness
spreading through the lands. I joined the Hope Clan, knowing
that it is a battle that cannot be won alone. I have been
named the Holy Protector and Guard Captain of Shasarazade by
Queen Elise. And now, I must continue my journey.
Irendiel Morian, Holy Protector of Shasarazade"
Getting special stuff really isn't as hard as you think it is until you start trying. Got into a cabal with my first pinn ever. Lately I've been putting applications for stuff in and they're being approved without too much trouble. Just keep trying stuff you think is way above your head. It all clicks and those elite guys aren't so scary.
I got undead with my first dkn (unfortunately, I accidently put autoexp on and leveled a the day before the notification). My second dkn failed and the third one got demoned (Terniant).
Just rp properly. Contrary to what a lot of people say, pk isn't THAT important. Sure it's a perk, but heck, there is a reason why a pk limit exists at level 30. RP foremost.
If you do pk, don't pk with over the top equipment. That just indicates that the equipment is everything. What I did with my 30s waiting for undead/vamp/demon is not wear anything that I can't get by myself (dark moonstone pendants, etc.) I would actually leave most of the high level items, sell them, or sacrifice them.
Just remember, avatar takes the longest to get
I actually found that very informative and helpful' date=' if a bit off topic :} I guess what I was thinking was along the lines of: experienced player whoops inexperienced player. Why does he need extra cabal skills to do it easier? Now, I understand there's a lot more to it than that, and honestly I don't really have a problem with this whole things, was just throwing out a random thought.[/quote']
Balancing pk with rp. They are 'rewarded' the cabal, thus the cabal skills, for rping. Can you think of a good reason why nexus wouldn't want to use their skills?
Cabal skills are always a press against a person not in one, but if cabal skills unbalance even cabal warfare. Bah...I'm sorry, I just have a certain compunction against 1 specific skill from warmasters....of course....it can be negated with the standard but gah....850 hp to 150 in 2-3 rounds via solely that skilll...grr.
Well everyone has their beef against cabal skills. I remember being pissed off at the tracking hound of Justice. Some people don't like the certain reaver skill, I personally think two of the savant skills are overpowered, and one of the knight skill is just wicked.
It's the imms jobs to make them balanced. I think that unless some valid and logical complaint is introduced, the cabal skills will be the same.
After all, a certain vamp skills was lowered after virigoth's vamp, then lowered some more after cariousus (or so I heard, although I'm not certain).
Well everyone has their beef against cabal skills. I remember being pissed off at the tracking hound of Justice. Some people don't like the certain reaver skill, I personally think two of the savant skills are overpowered, and one of the knight skill is just wicked.
It's the imms jobs to make them balanced. I think that unless some valid and logical complaint is introduced, the cabal skills will be the same.
After all, a certain vamp skills was lowered after virigoth's vamp, then lowered some more after cariousus (or so I heard, although I'm not certain).
I'm sorry man, I don't know you and don't know what you know bout FL, but Savant skills, in comparison to Warmasters (trusted vs. trusted). The warmaster will win unless the savant is just sickly skilled. If we are talking about cabal skills only.
Maybe a few examples of Qclass/race applications would be better put to use WC. True enough I guess, that is pretty much my style of apps and since my hard drive crash, thats the only one I've got, minus the new ones I've written.
The players accepting anything was my big complaint in player run cabals.
WC
On a few occasions, I was just inducted, cold turkey. I didn't have to send an app in or anything.
When I do send an app, however, I make it short and to the point. I personally hate reading 2 page long essays someone wrote just to get into the cabal. All I want to know is --
Why do you think you'll be an asset in Cabal?
Why do you think you're better than the other clannies?
What will you do to gain my favor?
Will you stay around after induction, and not just quit?
grins Let's bring back 1.0 cabal skills and see people complain about THOSE. A warmaster doing 2000 damage in one round? Not that rare. Every Savant getting 1000 hp and able to go straight to anyone in the game? Yup.
Heralds? Old school Royals?
There are cabals for the PK-challenged.
Like knight, savant or justice?
Cuz I have 3 knights, 1 savant, and a Justice, for your information.
Thanks for playing.