Malgonious

Disbanded.

((that pic is creepy af

There's no poster, you have to be given these in-game. Please remove your post.))

Proudfoot has formerly been renamed, "Stormhall," and will be the base of operations for guild activities, along with Fort Pyke serving as a vanguard.

Accepted!

Added companies

Accepted! Report to Fort Pyke.

Accepted!

Victory has been claimed in the battle versus the Dwarves! For the Storm!

Accepted!

Accepted!

Accepted!

You can simply PM me In-game, as it does say on our flier))

Both are accepted! Welcome to the company! Please report to our fortress, the coordinates will be PM'd to you in skype.

"War... those who are new to it, will realize the horrors of it very soon. And for the Storm-swords, we thrive on that horror. Our company consists of the utmost elite warriors known to Athera. Do you want to win your war? Then hire us, and we will make that dream come into realization." If you wish to hire the Storm-swords, contact Malgonious in-game, we are sold in squads of eight. The price is dependent on the foe, and for how many battles we are to be enlisted for. Storm-sword's Companies: Storm Company (Elite Infantry + Calvary) "For the Storm" led by: (Master) Vorne {Malgonious} Autumn Company (Infantry) "Our colors change..." led by: (Veteran) Vykk Volaren {professorus} Ember Company (Infantry + Calvary) "Burn bright and true" led by: (Warrior) Nicolas Fireblade {NickTheRed20} If you wish to join the Storm-Swords, you may apply below: IGN: RP-Name: Do you hold any prior faction allignment: Are you willing to dedicate your life to the Storm-sword: Do you understand desertion or breaking your contract mean's execution: What company would you intend to join: Skype (Feel free to PM it): Who recruited you: ((Please do not post here if it regards OOC, as it will be asked to be removed by GM's.))

Za'goth Unkai would gaze across the Northern Continent, reflecting on everything that had happened since his departure from his homeland. Atop the Ancient Tower of Mar, far North of Polaris, he gazed across the mesa. "Within Athera... there are two different worlds that I've come to know. The Northern World, and the Southern World. The North, being a place of honesty and virtue above all else, while the South being inhabited by the most volatile scum to inhabit this great land." Looks across the valley once more, and down to the small child that sat next to him. "I tell you this, so that, when I'm gone, Karador... You learn from my own mistakes, rather than having to make those who follow you suffer through them yourself." The boy would look solemn, a tear trickling down his face from the teddy bear he brought with him from Merithic. "For now, and till the end of time, my watch atop this tower will reign. When you come of age, Karador, seek out the one they call Nydari Angroth. He will be your guide, and hopefully, you can make something worth fighting for, my son." ((The Official End of the Covenant of Mar))

*Za'goth Unkai would continue productions on the Citadel of Mar, it nearing completion, he'd send word to the different Orders to send a Representative of said Order to erect a room for the Bloodsworn, Vanguards, and Shieldborn inside the Citadel.*

((Come send me a bird IC'ly, we'll gladly accept ye' back.

*remakes them all.*

*Valkelm Za'goth opens the letter of which had arrived late in the day, he reads it over.* "Very well," *He would write a response to the letter, and have it be sent off.* "Very well, send a detachment of your finest soldiers to Merithic, and we'll chat." Signed,Valkelm Za'goth Unkai, Leader of Mar Vanguard Branch

Valkelm Za'goth Unkai gazes over the many new faces of his city. "My people, for so long have we watched the walls of many a country... So long, have we longed for a place we can truly call our own.... We've been treated as the second-rate foreigners for too long now. Now, my people! Men, women, and children! Gaze upon the glory that is our own city! Marvun, my brothers! Za'goth signals for the flag to be raised, signalling Mar's claim of the old Raine Academy, and official transformation into Merithic. "Glory to Merithic and it's children," the proud Valkelm would say loudly, from atop the former Academy. *Echos can be heard across the city,* "Glory to Merithic, and Glory to Mar!"