Jexdane

*chuckles when he sees the letter posted on the board, and sticks a small note to it* "I'm afraid you put this on the wrong board kid. If you're looking for a guild to join, might I recommend posting this letter on the 'Looking for a Guild' notice board down the road?" [[http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/forum/148-looking-for-guild/]]

*Deciding that he should make himself known in the base, Cael leaves a small note nailed to the wall near the entrance, which says..* "Dear...brothers and sisters. I have returned, in case the phantasmal and ghostly events in the base haven't made it obvious until now. I would like to discuss a few things with you all, which include - Recruiting - Morality - How to advertise our services etc. I have missed you all..well, most of you, and I plan to wander around the base every so often in the next few elven weeks, perhaps three times in one elven week? I would appreciate if any initiates would place a small letter at the foot of this one, stating your rank and name so that I can leave your uniforms at your bedside. Sincerely, Cael'Que" [[send me a PM with the above information]]

*Throwing his charcoal to the floor, Cael kicks the ground in frustration. His attempts to design something similar to what Regaki used to resurrect him have been fruitless, not to mention that Regaki hasn't been around lately anyway.* "That bastard better come back soon, I'm going to need help with this..." *Deciding that a walk through the base will clear his mind, Cael wanders into the hallways, silently ducking into the walls whenever somebody walks by. He wants to design something, like a wall of water, or a large pool, that high ranking brothers and sisters can attach their soul to, so as to become immortals like he and Relok'Oth. As an added bonus, if they die, it should be able to call their souls back. No doubt something like this would attract more members, not to mention make the guild stronger.* "It's just...we need something to power it. Ender Pearls? No...to unstable. Redstone...? No, too mundane." *Sighing, Cael climbs into a small alcove, on his way back to his cell/home.* [[sally should be back in a month, I hope...after all, I only stayed with the Mori for a month. What we need to do is start recruiting in game. I know it's risky, but that's how I got Delthor (a man who once wore Assassins Creed skins in Al'Khazar), Regaki (a man who I actually tried to steal from with Delthor. He tried to kill me later on. To save my neck, I offered him membership), and a host of other members (who have long since become inactive). Waiting for people to find our thread and apply isn't going to work. Also, I'm nagging my parents...they called Cogeco, so we SHOULD get internet at the end of this week. God I miss you guys....maybe I can go to a coffee shop tonight, get in game long enough to at least find our new base and establish my presence there...maybe, also, I need to activate Dragon Age II, and get some more Mass Effect II DLC]]

People are always going to immaturely go after power, and the easiest way to do this is create a guild themselves. Whether they get one or one hundred members, it doesn't matter, because they lead SOMETHING, and that makes them feel good.

*Bored, Cael pops his head through the wall to see what's going on in the hallway. Seeing Procrisio, he chuckles, and makes the hallway hazy and damp, practically eliminating visibility, especially for the aging dwarf. Sneaking up behind Procrisio, Cael whispers into his ear..* "Do not fret, noble old dwarf, through my guidance, you can make the room any size, whilst still expressing the grandeur you want." *After blowing into his ear to creep him out, Cael wanders back to his jail cell, letting the thick mist in the hallway dissipate. Laughing silently to himself, Cael begins designing his plans for the device, and room, that will make the Dark Brotherhood immortal.*

*Hearing the not-initiate finally crash to the ground, Cael chuckles, and begins sketching on a small piece of paper, basic designs for the council room in Alras. His existence must stay secret for now.* "Hm...now should that chair go here...or there..?" ((What are you then? Sorry, haven't been keeping up with ranks.))

*Hearing voices above, Cael curses, and cautiously makes his way back up to the surface, wondering what's going on. Seeing a young man...possibly another initiate, questioning the girl he had spoken to, Cael blankets the area in a hazy mist, walks over to the male initiate, then proceeds to gag him, dropping him through the ground onto a lower floor* "I need to talk to Relok about the initiates he's bringing in later" *he whispers, wandering back down to his makeshift prison cell/ home* "They're too damn nosy..."