Created: 2006-08-26 17:08:03
Game: unity
Faith: Leto
The man stood upon the hillside and pondered all that had been accomplished these many years. The uniting of the Clans, the conquests with their songs of glory, the losses with occasional fallen comrade, they had been called many names, by many races, across the Ages. Bringing war through countries and continents that spanned the known world. Host, Locusts, Cabal, Devils, the list went on. The man snorted, he supposed that perhaps Locusts were as good as any cast upon them. For those peoples had been unable to resist long, and were over run in a swarm. And all that spoke of their ever existing was a land of desolation.
A Trumpets blare captured his attention, bringing him back to the scene below him. Like the “eye” in the center of a great storm. The remnants of these strange peoples, with their odd tongue, stood in the center of a swirling mass of humanity. Their Pike men forming square made up the outward fringe of an impenetrable hedgehog. The inner ranks made up of bowmen and boys with slings. Inside that were what was left of their siege engines, camp followers, women and squalling babes.
And if they were the eye, then we are the clouds with thunder that signals their doom. And the storm that hurls lightning into their ranks. For outside of the square, swirled light cavalry armed with their horn bows. Letting loose their arrows, with Death’s long arm striking out for a man demise. Beyond them were stalwart heavy infantry, waiting for the final command. Stamping out a marching cadence to a war drums beat.
The trumpet signaled they were reforming again. It was a shame to destroy them so completely; they would have made good stock for troop replenishment. They had fought bravely over the last few weeks, and deserved a better fate than this. And even now, encircled as they were with no hope of rescue or escape, continued to fight as only mad men do. Or perhaps with the fury of those protecting their women and young, but in either case worthy of respect. He allowed their strange words to flow across his lips, “Horda de Demonios”.
Horda…. Horde….. Yes, they had been called that too, it was as good a name as any.
GM: GM
AGM: AGM
Squad Leader: Squad Leader
Full Member: Soldier
Member: Trusted Member
Newbie: New Member
This is a new guild.
Within The Horde, you will be expected to follow the basic rules as follows:
1 NO attacks without permission, or knowledge of said attacks either within battle or out.
2 ALL actions against your kingdom must be reported.
3 Contact must be maintained, being active as an individual player is required for a guild to succeed as a group.
In addition to these rules, the rules of Tempers Ball must also be strictly adhered to.
TB Rules:
1. Do not make an ass of yourself
2. Do not post bug reports on the baords, over ICQ, or in IRC, unless specifically asked to by staff.
3. Do not spam or post redundant messages.
4. Do not post kingdom numbers or kingdom names on the boards.
5. Pornography, piracy, or other illegal material is not allowed.
6. Do not post links or advertisements to hate or anti-Evernight sites. This includes racial, ethical, or sexually related sites.
7. Do not post accusations of cheating on the boards.