The Hermit's Fellowship

[Anawkin 247]

Out of a dusk heap of fog, An older man approaches you at a slow pace, he adorns a woven shall, showing off only his face, coated in a thick layer of grey strands. He speaks in a settle manner, friendly and inviting, as if you were long, old friends; "Ah! You've come at last! Deary, I haven't expected your company so soon! But I welcome it with open arms! Have you come for the fellowship?"  He asks with an utter grin, his eyes beaming with hope as you continue on,  he gives multiple nods filled with the same cumber joy. "So you have! This is good news, my friend. Very good news indeed. Shall we get you settled now?" He beckons to you, guiding you down into an assortment of nick -knacks and strange inventions, all are surrounded by quite peculiar 'homes', If one were to call them as such.  Similar people hobble and drift around the place, keen on into their own matters, hardly giving you any notice. Then the old man comes to a halt, swiveling back to you with arms raised and a smile, his voice gentle and kind."Welcome to our sanctuary, brother." The old man's feeble hand points to a dusty torn piece of paper hanging close by, Informing you what ever on Anthos is going on here as he scrambles off.

 

Do you stay, Do you you depart elsewhere, or do you go prod that old geezer with your foot? The decision depends entirely on you.

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The Hermit's fellow ship can be defined as both a place and as a guild, It thrives on its interdependency, originality and overall peculiarity. One does not venture to the Hermit's Sanctuary in a sane mind(As considered elsewhere.) Most "Unorginalites", as deemed by the majority of hermits can simply not enter or join the guilds holdings. The fellowship is a place to express ones passion in whatever, as long as it is peaceful and its ideals are accepted by the other hermits. Do not conjoin to social moralities, embrace thy weirdness.

 

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Only four ranks divide the Hermits, From Highest to Lowest it goes as follows;

Highest Hermit of the Lands;

Aka the Head Hermit or  just the Guildmaster, the HHL is both in charge of the guild's lands, ownings and affiliations to other lands but also manages the guilds structure and promoting system.

The current Highest Hermit is; Terrowin the Aged (Played by Myself.)

 

Grand Hermit;

The second highest in hermit's social rankings, Grand hermits are those deemed fit to accept others into the Sanctuary and to help guide other hermits on there strange paths to 'greatness'.

Current Grand Hermits; None.

 

Hermit;

The staple rank of the hermits, they are to guide younglings in their endeavors to become Hermits like themselves, they may recommend others to join the Sanctuary.

Current Hermits; None.

 

Youngling;

The freshly accepted to the Sanctuary, they're mostly swamped with doing higher-ups chores and run-alongs for the most part, in order to promote themselves into Accepted Hermits.

Current younglings;

Mornslav (Warlord212)

Ruldo(Chimp2008)

Akur (Rissing)

 

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Rules and Guidelines uphold-ed by the Hermits.

*No Villainy of any kind is permitted inside the sanctuaries lands and will result in whomever in question to be banned from the Sanctuary.*

*All minas is hereby deemed worthless in the Sanctuary, we work in a bartering and lending/loaning system, minas use will result in confiscation from Hermits.*

*Worship of most gods is permitted as long as it is not in an ill manner or doing*

*Any and all Magic is approved for use in Sanctuary grounds, again as long as no harmful intent is used*

*Respect Other Hermit's Idea's, belongings and looks, no discrimination is allowed.*

*Always hold true to the hermits ways and do not stray to become an unorginalite.*

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How one is to become a hermit.

One might be asking, how do I join this splendid fellowship? It's very easy, simply send a letter or note ((Pm me IG, On the forums, or make a post here)) to our current Guild Master at any time, explaining your ways and why might the sanctuary aid you, and also how you can aid it.

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Anything you need to know OOCly.

[This group will be primarily more active in 4.0, but for the rest of anthos, we'll still be around]

 

[if You're wondering what the group really stands for it's really just passions, whether you be a wacky farmer who grows purple potatoes or a mad inventor, thats what this group is all about,  uniting these kinds of people.]

 

[Were a pretty chill group overall, or at least we like to be, so please, if you're prone to get into ooc arguments and disputes, don't get involved with us.]

 

[if you have any questions, I'm just a pm away~]

 

[My skype is; Jacksonkidd777, hit me up.]

[updated.]

[Ford 1991]

((Sorry, but what's the point of this guild? It doesn't even seem to serve any real purpose other than just to exist. I think people would just 'embrace their weirdness' in the privacy of their homes, don't know why they need a guild per say.))

[Lark 2227]

((Sorry, but, what's the point of this guild? It doesn't even seem to serve any real purpose other than just to exist. I think people would just 'embrace their weirdness' in the privacy of their homes, don't know why they need a guild per say.))

 

((Shush. We need more weird guilds))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

((Sorry, but, what's the point of this guild? It doesn't even seem to serve any real purpose other than just to exist. I think people would just 'embrace their weirdness' in the privacy of their homes, don't know why they need a guild per say.))

 

  [Hey, n00b, i lik hermeets]

 

  Zogrocka nods

 

  [The guild seems cool :0 Might join in 4.0 <3]

[ToenailTickler 290]

Ragslav, a young shoe maker, sends in a small note. It is hardly readable and written in charcoal.

"Mornslav wish to enter this! Give shoe to shoeless! And make great praise of godanistan!"

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

-snoop- 

[Raktar 140]

Ruldo tosses a crumbled up note at the man!~

 

"LED MI EN LAT GUILD, MI HAB KIDZ DAT KAN JUIN AZWUL AGH MI HAD LUTZ UB BELTZ!"

[yopplwasupxxx 5770]

Bobo the Hobo wants to join

[Raktar 140]

((Plox respond

[Anawkin 247]

 

The old man's fingers thread through his beard as he looks upon the goblins note, with a brief nod and then a re-assuring one, he tosses the paper into a nearby bush, stamped with the words. "Accepted, friend."

 

 

 

 

A steady grin could be seen as he looks upon another note, taking out a messy wad of sticks, he begins to glue a message to the note, before launching it up a tree. "Accepted Youngling"

 

((Add me on skype both of ya'll, Jacksonkid777))

[Rissing 199]

A white pigeon would slowly land infront of your current residence. It's wings slightly darker than the rest of it's body, besides a single black spot on the top of it's head. With a soft Coo' it would try to catch your attention as a small leaf'roll was to be seen on it's back, a letter it was...

 

As you would perhaps touch the pigeons visions of a hand would flash into your mind. Voices breaking into, trying to speak to you as a single whisper stands out: "Will you accept me, mortal?"

 

(( Should be turned 90 degrees to the right. ))

 

" A hermit.. ever wandering.. with it's home as a laster..

 

For I am but a shade.. a shadow long cast upon devotion..
the darkness people fear, yet a hiding place for those who fear to be feared..

I am a man, as no other.. yet I have a blessing bestowed upon me..
I murderer, I Shall not lie, I am an evil person..

An eater of lives.. devourer of souls..
yet it is merely for the greater of us all..

This realm has long gone stray.. there is no salvation..
no shadow slavation to be found..

My lust has long passed..

my role long lost..

time long faded..

 

the mistress has returned..


I wish for a place..
to rest and sleep..

write and think..

Create and mold..
yet I cannot find..


Help me, mortal..
for I am a being, in need..

of solitude.. and rest.."

 

 

 

 

Was written in a deep red ink, the pigeon seemingly waiting as if there was a last thing that needed your doing. "Touch her.. " the voice would speak inside of your mind, coming from everywhere..



(( Reply in PMs, dont want to get meta'd. :) ))

 

[Birdwhisperer 1173]

This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.