Reapers of the Dark
Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 2:17 am
The Reapers of the Dark are about enjoying the game, having fun and assisting each other the best we can.
The Reapers were created on 16th January, with an aim to create a cohesive guild, who works together.
If this is the kind of guild you are looking for, then please apply for membership.
Reapers of the Dark
"He sat on the hill, looking around at the warriors cheering at the defeat of the Kitin boss. He looked about at the scared new homins, and at the dead laying under the creatures mass.
As he sat, he realised that these new warriors, they were unprepared for this war, untrained. They lacked the guidance he himself once sought.
His guildmates beckoned him on to their responsibility, the kitin were still at war in other lands, but still the dark vision swirled in his mind. They were not ready.
He went to war again, in the lands of Tryker, more young lives taken as wave after wave of kitin cut into the ranks of homin. The proud experienced warriors and mages cut down the attackers, but all Sinister could see were the dead, the potentials and dreams taken from the eager young homins.
When the Tryker boss fell, he made his decision. He would start anew, train these homins with the experience and knowledge he had gathered...
And thus, from his lips escaped the words "this blind oblivion must end some day", and the Reapers of the Dark were born.
He bid fareware to his comrades, and wandered into the matis land, a few followed, swearing to him to assist him in his quest, and as his pick broke through the ground, seemingly like the first time all over again, it became the first step to a new responsibility... "
The Reapers were created on 16th January, with an aim to create a cohesive guild, who works together.
If this is the kind of guild you are looking for, then please apply for membership.
Reapers of the Dark
"He sat on the hill, looking around at the warriors cheering at the defeat of the Kitin boss. He looked about at the scared new homins, and at the dead laying under the creatures mass.
As he sat, he realised that these new warriors, they were unprepared for this war, untrained. They lacked the guidance he himself once sought.
His guildmates beckoned him on to their responsibility, the kitin were still at war in other lands, but still the dark vision swirled in his mind. They were not ready.
He went to war again, in the lands of Tryker, more young lives taken as wave after wave of kitin cut into the ranks of homin. The proud experienced warriors and mages cut down the attackers, but all Sinister could see were the dead, the potentials and dreams taken from the eager young homins.
When the Tryker boss fell, he made his decision. He would start anew, train these homins with the experience and knowledge he had gathered...
And thus, from his lips escaped the words "this blind oblivion must end some day", and the Reapers of the Dark were born.
He bid fareware to his comrades, and wandered into the matis land, a few followed, swearing to him to assist him in his quest, and as his pick broke through the ground, seemingly like the first time all over again, it became the first step to a new responsibility... "
