Kaspar
11-11-2006, 01:31 AM
TSG has been looking at Darkfall for years. We are an online Multi gaming guild that goes back over 4 years and has over 30 full members and dozens more that play with us in our gaming chapters. We are a role playing guild first and foremost and a PVP GVG guild secondly. We are seeking mature like minded individuals who enjoy staying in character while they run their enemy through to join us as we set said in Darkfall as P-rats.
Traditionaly TSG is a Rangers Brotherhood: However we have decided to join the ranks of some of our close friends http://www.sanguinewild.com and http://houseancora.org/index.html to play as Pirates. Our numbers coming into Darkfall look to total in the 30's for release. If anyone is interested you can pm me here or on the two following sites.
http://www.thesunderedguard.com I am Tanth on this site and on our Myspace
http://http://groups.myspace.com/Thesunderedguard
We also enjoy memebers fiction and lore stories so here is a bit of my characters tale for Darkfall
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The city guards were quick to answer the please of help. They rushed down the streets of the port city towards the clang of the night watch bell. As they arrived to the magistrates house they could see a pile of empty coffers laying in the doorway and tacked to the door was a note in clean simple hand writing that read.
--
The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.
The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.
Dutifully Yours,
Kaspar Weiss
--
Kaspar sat quietly at the front of the Rowboat as the large orc rowed out to the ship anchored outside the cove. his eyes were not focused on the evening lights of the city behind him but on the bound figure sitting in the middle chained to the boat itself. The man wasnt broken yet. Still filled with false pride and hatred. But after a few years in the gally of the Maidens Wrath he would certainly be a changed man. For too long had this pompous oaf lived out of the pockets of the working poor as he made himself and his aristocratic peers all the more wealthy. Many of the men who now served on the Maidens Wrath started their tenure much like the Magistrate would tonight. Most left humbled and repentant of their past crimes. Those who werent never lasted long. but a select few actually stayed behind to lead what could be called the first honest life they had ever known.
Kaspar whistled a light lilting tune as they slowly entered the Fog Bank. The tune that was often the last his enemies ever heard.
Traditionaly TSG is a Rangers Brotherhood: However we have decided to join the ranks of some of our close friends http://www.sanguinewild.com and http://houseancora.org/index.html to play as Pirates. Our numbers coming into Darkfall look to total in the 30's for release. If anyone is interested you can pm me here or on the two following sites.
http://www.thesunderedguard.com I am Tanth on this site and on our Myspace
http://http://groups.myspace.com/Thesunderedguard
We also enjoy memebers fiction and lore stories so here is a bit of my characters tale for Darkfall
--
The city guards were quick to answer the please of help. They rushed down the streets of the port city towards the clang of the night watch bell. As they arrived to the magistrates house they could see a pile of empty coffers laying in the doorway and tacked to the door was a note in clean simple hand writing that read.
--
The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.
The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.
Dutifully Yours,
Kaspar Weiss
--
Kaspar sat quietly at the front of the Rowboat as the large orc rowed out to the ship anchored outside the cove. his eyes were not focused on the evening lights of the city behind him but on the bound figure sitting in the middle chained to the boat itself. The man wasnt broken yet. Still filled with false pride and hatred. But after a few years in the gally of the Maidens Wrath he would certainly be a changed man. For too long had this pompous oaf lived out of the pockets of the working poor as he made himself and his aristocratic peers all the more wealthy. Many of the men who now served on the Maidens Wrath started their tenure much like the Magistrate would tonight. Most left humbled and repentant of their past crimes. Those who werent never lasted long. but a select few actually stayed behind to lead what could be called the first honest life they had ever known.
Kaspar whistled a light lilting tune as they slowly entered the Fog Bank. The tune that was often the last his enemies ever heard.