Evernight Guild Archive

CIRCLE OF SOULS (SOUL)

Created: 2003-02-25 12:16:28
Game: unity
Faith: Angelique

Charter

Drip.

Drip.

The sound echoed off the hallow walls, the torch burning as bright as possible cast only minimal light down the dark and twisting cavern pass. The torch flickers as the room opens up into a vast ante-chamber. The sound of a cracking whip draws attention to the left as a muffled cry echoes throughout the room. Two figures emerge out of the shadows, behind them the image of three crucifixes with bodies strapped to them can be seen.

“Mi’lord” says one, with a slight bow of his head. “It is good that you have come. However I fear we have learned nothing from these wretches. The woman will not speak, and the man no matter the torture we inflict prays to his god and asks for deliverance. The child just hangs there limp, already dead. We have learned not why they came.”

The other figure grunted in agreement, beads of sweat dripping down his face as he flexed his hand that held a cruel looking barbed whip.

Del Teanos closed his eyes and let out a sigh, summoning a bit of his inner strength and magic and focusing it on the runes that were etched into the walls surrounding the chamber. The runes began to glow, dull at first but building into a blinding white light that caused even the other two figures to wince. He pulled his cloak about his head as he walked past his two brethren, towards the crucified priest.

“Ba..Barnabas? You have come for me!” the pathetic and broken priest whispered as the figure approached him. “You have come to save me!” he said as he mustered all the strength he could so he could stand tall in the face of his god. But that strength faded as the hood fell down from the figure before him, and the priest began to cry as the realization of truth came to him. What stood before him was not his god, this was not the moment at which his life was to end and he was to ascend to a greater battlefield; to stand beside the one he has served and followed for much of his young life. No, what stood before him was despair and death, the realization that his life and dedication was a lie. The death of his young son, hanging to his left was his fault, the torture and eventual death of his wife hanging to his right, was his fault. He choose wrong, he placed his faith in the wrong god, the wrong belief.

He could see it now, his young son was being tortured by the demons in an afterlife that was never-ending, he could hear the dripping of blood as it pooled at the feet of his son’s body, the boys heart sliced out of his chest and laying before him. He could see the tongue of his wife at his feet, her beautiful singing voice silenced forever. He could feel the pain that she would soon feel as she was raped and tortured by these creatures, it was all too much. His will broke then, his faith was as broken as his body and in his dying breath he confessed it all.

Del Teanos sighed again as he turned his palms down, the light in the room dying down. He turned to the two men then and smiled – an evil and sinister smile. “You learned nothing form him because he had faith. He still believed there was hope for him, for his afterlife and his soul. He knows the truth now, he chose the wrong truth and he was forever damned. The fool.”

He turned towards the woman, who stared on in shock as she watched her husband, the most devote and religious man she knew, break and die before her eyes. Another evil smile as he motioned towards her. “Cut the bitch and the body of her son down, and let her go. Let her tell the world the Circle of Souls has awoken.”

Confident that his orders would be carried out he retreated to a room off the vast chamber, a room that housed nothing but a bone throne. With another sigh he sat down, closed his eyes and wondered out loud, “Do you realize what you have awoken, Angelique? Do you realize there is no turning back now?”

His thoughts turned inward as the sound of dripping water echoed throughout the cavern.

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We are the Circle of Souls, awoken by the heathen Queen Angelique to fight for her and turn the tide of her religious battle. We are as old as the world in which we walk, we have seen the birth and death of gods, goddesses, prophets, worlds and foolish mortals who have dared to cross our paths. We care not for wealth and glory, we exist for one single purpose – to dominate, to decimate, to destroy all that stands before us.

Ranks

GM: Overlord
AGM: Underlord
Squad Leader: Member
Full Member:
Member:
Newbie: Initiate

History

History? SOUL wrote the history.

Rules

Rules
Follow the rules of Tempers Ball and the Game.
- Do not make an ass of yourself.
- Do not post bug reports on the boards, over ICQ, or in IRC unless asked specifically by staff.
- Do not spam or post redundant messages.
- Do not post kingdom numbers or kingdom names on the boards.
- Pornography, Piracy or other illegal material is not allowed.
- Do not post links or advertisements to hate or Anti-Evernight sites. This includes racial, ethically offensive, or sexually related sites.

Ranks
- The Overlord – GM, leader of SOUL.
- The Underlord – AGM, War leader(s) of SOUL.
- Members – Full members of SOUL.
- Initiate – New, untested members of SOUL.

Promotions and demotions occur at the GM’s discretion. All players in SOUL are either set at the member rank, or initiate if they are new and untested. AGM’s are appointed at the discretion of the GM. If the GM is to become inactive, then the AGM(s) will take over until the GM either returns, or a new GM is elected.

To join, please submit a PM to “SoulDemon” on Tempers Ball (yes, the Administrator!), or contact one of the AGM’s of SOUL. Applications will only be accepted after speaking with the GM of the guild. We have no plans to be a large guild, however active players will not be turned away.