Greetings,
I come to you as an inter realm tradesmen who has worked among the many nations, interacting with many of the people of the Empire. I come to you requesting vassalage among one of the many noble lords of the Empire so that I can start a new meaningful life, with a meaningful impact. First, I will tell you about myself: I was born in the realm of Minerva in the year 477 A.I., to a wealthy merchant family who are patrilineally descended from a prominent half Aethen half Human named Roya who lived over three generations ago. My father and mother introduced my sister, Amelia, and I to the life of merchantry at the young age of ten and seven, respectively. Since then we have continued the family business of trading various resources and luxurious items across the Empire's high seas.
Though, during one of my individual trade deals around three years ago on the Sea of Reflection, I encountered an omnipotent voice that struck pure anxiety, fear and oddly curiosity into me. The voice was heavy and thick, belonging to a neither man nor woman, but something greater and stronger. Something unreal in our sense of reality yet very dangerous to us in another reality. Over time I came to listen and reason with the voice, never truly understanding what or who it belonged to, just simply following it's orders. At first it was simple, yet odd tasks: feed this man in this obscure location, buy thirty potatoes and give them to the richest man you see, ask a woman to wear purple on a full moon. But as time progressed the tasks became more daunting on me. The final one had me travel to a mountain range in the long forgotten Kingdom of Khabranth where I encountered an oddity: a shrine to what I presumed to be the voice I had been hearing.
Inside the shrine was a mere chest with nothing more than a single piece of severely damaged parchment, detailed with a cryptic language of unknown origins. While not being able to read the parchment, the voice in my head did. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard, yet it was also one of the most frightening things I've ever heard. As the voice read from the document I had strong visions, and suggestions, stronger than anything the voice has ever told me to do. The words: "ascend", "noble", "scholar", "revive", "we", and "us", were all echoed and etched into my disoriented and feeble mind. Pure fear entered my system, causing me to flee, flee back home to one of my many quiet estates nearby in a friendlier realm:
I wrote all of these thoughts in a book that I buried among my personal collection of items and objects gathered over the years from my travels. I left the book purposefully hidden and took a steady job mapping parts of the nether on the other side of the Empire, somewhere near the Kingdom of Ertia, simply trying to forget the voice, the parchment, and the effect's it etched into my minds. It did work for some time: I almost forgot completely about the encounters until I awoke to a heavy knock on my double locked spruce door in the middle of the night.
"Hello?"
"Open up, it's the messenger."
"What do you want? It's the middle of the night!"
"Your sister has died. Many more will die unless you search your mind and do our bidding."
Before I had a chance to respond on that mysterious night, the alleged messenger horrendously transformed into a three block tall black monstrosity that many identify as the Endermen. With a sinister laugh and the literal dropping of his jaw, he disappear into the night, leaving only his purple particles in my face. After that encounter, I knew the voice was real, I knew it could not be forgotten. I knew I must become it's slave. But the younger and more intelligent side of me remembered the word: "scholar". I was going to dedicate my life to study this voice, and the illusions surrounding it. But to do so, I knew I needed to become a significant citizen of the Mercurian Empire: A vassal.
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Hello, I am Matthew, short for Mohammed. I just turned 17 some time ago and I currently live in the US. I graduated High School early this past May and I have been making arrangements to attend University or College soon in a degree of either Computer Science and or History.
I like History a lot (hence my potential degree choice), which is why I was attracted to this particular community. It seems this is one of the few dedicated places that have an agreed, organized, collection of lore and history itself that defines the actual community itself. This overwhelming collection of history (historical or not) and lore is something that I find particularly interesting, which also explains my interest in similar things such as Star Wars, Star Trek, LOTR, etc, etc.
Based on what I understand, if I am accepted I am given the rank of vassal which is what I shaped my application around. My ultimate plan is to become a Duke under a King (future king or current king) and remain under him(or her) for sometime and then maybe striking out on my own once I am truly familiarized with the feel of the community.
Thanks for reading my application!
