Created: 2008-06-02 21:32:21
Game: unity
Faith: Barnabas
Some say the power of redemption is enough to save the damned, that the power of love and happiness can mend a dark and black soul. These are all silly fairy tales. Stories told to small children so they can grow up sheltered from the cold hard reality of the world.
In the beginning there was one, a lost soul who ventured to far down the path of despair. He was once highly respected, he wore a golden cloak and dined with kings and nobles. He lived by the concepts of virtue and honor, a sense of loyalty and respect for both people and the world around him. Then tragedy struck, and his wife and child were murdered. An assassin wearing the cloth of Leto snuck into his dwelling and slit the throats of his beloved and child, left behind on the blood stained sheets was the carved blade of an Angelique priest. Grief set in, followed by helplessness and despair. A couple years passed and he slipped further and further from the world around him. He started to write in a journal, about the voices and visions that plagued his nightmares. He could see the cold lifeless eyes of son, the mouth of the apparition moving as if trying to speak to him. Then he snapped.
The blood dripped down the handle of the axe he held in his hand. Before him the bodies of what was once his servants and staff, possibly an uncle although the corpse was too mangled to identify. He left the town by horse and rode deep into the forest. For the next several years he lived as a hermit, haunted nightly by the nightmares of his family and their untimely demise. Every so often he would awake with the axe in his hand, fresh blood dripping down and pooling by his side.
In the beginning there was one, but then another arose. From the same madness as the first, his brother was born. Brethren not by flesh but by the corrupt thoughts and haunting nightmares they became a gruesome pair. The purpose for which they existed was clear in the twisted minds from which they dwelled. Those lucky enough to escape told stories of blood sucking vampires, wraiths of death, demon's of war. They fight not for honor or virtue or other such noble concepts. They destroy for themselves and the vendetta's for which they were created. They wreak havoc upon those who step into the world in which they dominate.
In the beginning there was one, but then there was two. Now there are many, and nothing can prepare you for the nightmares that are to come.
GM: GM
AGM: AGM
Squad Leader: Squad Leader
Full Member: Soldier
Member: Trusted Member
Newbie: New Member
This is a new guild.
Mission Statement:
We carry a vendetta. We fight to destroy, no matter the odds. Honor, Virtue and Fairness are for those afraid to step into the world of madness. Those concepts do not exist and we will not be held to standards of the weak minded. We are hired assassins, we are vengeful mercenaries. We exist to bring pain and despair to our enemies. The laughter of an innocent child forbode the madness of which is yet to come.
Rules:
1. Be active.
2. Listen to the GM/AGM.
Ranks
-: Prince of Death - GM
-: Prince of Darkness - AGM
-: Princes of Despair - Members
The ranking structure in the guild is set, promotion will come at the GM's descretion. If the GM is to become incompacitated then the AGM will take his spot. Do not beg or ask for promotions.
We are a small guild, members are expected to perform the duties assigned to them in a professional manner and to hold the reputation of the guild above all others regardless of what actions are performed against kingdoms or posts are made against members.
Tempers Ball Rules:
1. Do not make an ass of yourself.
2. Do not post accusations of cheating.
3. Do not post bug reports.
4. Do not post kingdom numbers.
5. Do not post redundant messages.