The guild is founded! We are small now, and availability is always tight when numbers are small. Our first objective is to make our presence in the community known, and attract anyone who is interested in our guild rp.
Current Event Schedule: Varies week by week.
First Campaign Objectives:
- Recruitment and Guild familiarization events.
- Once adequate numbers are established, journey to Base Camp (map below) and build adequate supplies, shelter, and local intelligence of the area.
Everyone has been hard at work lately. Mr. Mord has been working on some enchants for our camp. Bishop Irwin and Miss Ainsling has been working on food supplies. And Miss Piper and Mr. Wynton were key in helping bring in our needed supplies back to the base from last time. With some preparations done, we’re ready to make a move.
We set out at dawn and came to the southern parts of the Silverpine Forest with as much supplies as could be carried. Those that made the journey were his Grace Bishop Irwin, Scholar and gentleman Sir Wynton Stafford, Cookie Master Ainsling, Mr Wizard Mord, and Miss Dame Molly.
Miss Molly took charge as his grace took the rear, watching our backs like the amazing Bishop he is! Mr. Wizard peered on ahead but had nothing to report, so we moved forward. I took the rear, with His Grace, to cover the back while Miss Ainsling and Mr. Wynton kept a sharp eye out. Fortunately, our forward progress was not met with resistance as we moved safely and undetected within sight of the famed great Gilnean wall! What a wonder, even in its heavily damaged state!
Miss Molly spotted an old camp of the 7th legion group, which, as it turns out, was a force of defenders. After a careful scout and no dangers seen, we began our approach to the wall. Mr. Wynton warned us of some Crocolisks in the area, which is probably good to avoid. There came a sudden sneeze that scared me, but fortunately, that was poor Miss Ainsling.
Once we made it to the wall, we came upon the abandoned camp. There were three empty tents and just junk scattered everywhere! Mr. Wizard suggested that we find our spot first before we start scavenging and Miss Ainsley seemed to agree as she moved to scout ahead.
The wave was given and we trekked silently into Gilneas, the land of legends! The road leading through the gates looked traveled with indication of horse traffic, though little signs of wagons. I could still smell what I could only guess was the stench of some plague like chemical lingering in the air as a lot of leftover war materials scattered about. The air was pretty damp and the wind would blow pretty fiercely at times. Amazing place!
Miss Molly paused us while she went to go investigate a tent … or do some business as there were no outhouses around here. She came out later and urged that we move on, but immediately ordered us to hide. It was a good thing too as a forsaken patrol in their bony horses rode by. The patrol was lamenting something about troubles with a wolf as they rode on by. I suppose that’s something else we’ll need to look out for. It was soon safe again to move further in.
We finally made it to the location His Grace had planned for, but found it occupied with the wolf those forsaken were talking about. We weren’t having a lot of luck getting this wolf to trust us to be honest. I think we made some breakthroughs with everyone’s efforts, but after some soothing words from Ainsling and offering of food, it bolted, giving us the space needed to start up camp. With Wynton and I working on the tents, Ainsling helping out food and Molly going off for additional supplies, we were well on our way to setting ourselves up!
We finally arrived back at the Gilneas camp and got ready for our next task. Joining us was Mr. Wizzard, Mr. Seb, his grace Bishop Irwin, Miss Ainsling, and Miss Eryn Elenatheryn Shadeleaf the plate folder.
We were all wondering why Mr. Wizzard had called us together. And he was about to let us know! Quill and paper at the ready!
So apparently Mr. Wizzard needs some Arcanite for doing enchanting stuff, but he’s just plum out. He’s Arcanite-lackin! … But he knows where to get some and needs help doing so. Seems some folk got a hold of some but weren’t using it correctly, and now there’s like, bad stuff around the area. Time for a field trip! Though His Grace will stay behind, along with Miss Dame Molly to keep an eye on things while we’re gone.
Our first stop is to be Rutsakd’s Guard … whatever that is. But along the way, there was some sort of activity nearby. Horns and howling and bird sounds. A hunt maybe? … It wasn’t long before we came across quite the scene! There were corpses scattered about and a pack of hounds was tearing apart one of the forsaken soldiers. Seems this forsaken patrol was taken out by a pack of hounds. Good doggies! But we decided to go around them just in case.
Poor Miss Eryn, though. She seems itching for a fight, but I think we can get around these doggos without needing to engage them.
The walk along the river was a little rough going, but we made it without incident. Finally came to this location and oddly enough, despite the reports, there was no sign of life. … In fact, the door we were going for had a corpse hung up on it. Perhaps an early Hallow’s End decoration? … No wait. … The signs seem to indicate some sort of murder. A hasty one and whoever did the shooting fled in a hurry.
Mr. Wizzard suggested that we stand at the ready while Mr. Seb tries something. The talented fellow attempted a commune with nature in hopes of gaining more clues, but he didn’t have too much to add. Miss Ainsling was offered the chance to check out the place for us, so she crept on it. All she noticed was that someone was here recently. Miss Eryn decided on a more direct approach and called out to anyone inside but nobody was home. It did look like someone had ransacked the place.
Miss Ainsling returned from a quick scouting mission and warned us of a large patrol on the roads, something we all decided to go around.
We moved on Westward from there, following Mr. Wizzard’s guidance. Mr. Seb and I took up the rear, Miss Ainsling was taking a cautious middle, while Miss Eryn was staying close to Mr. Wizzard. He led us to the bottom of a hill. At the top was a road right before a break in the wall. It was here that he suggested we cross. Unfortuantely, the road seemed a bit busy and something was coming. Everyone was in hiding, but I could tell that poor Miss Eryn was itching for some action.
Got some good intel at least. Apparently something has been troubling, or spooking the patrols. Magic maybe? Ferals? Seems the patrol has enlisted some Rangers and Light Slayers to focus on that problem. They also sound horns to try and scare off any would-be ferals. They eventually moved on, leaving us alone in the dark. So we pressed forward.
Poor Miss Ains slipped and got herself dirtied. She was going through a heck of a time. Mr. Wizzard found a safer, more stable path up the hill for us to follow. A quick climb and road cross and we were through the break in the wall without further issue. After a short trip through a rain soaked landscape, we came close to the remains of a house. A burnt tent is all that remains of this coven house. It seemed this was our destination, although the tent was apparently not there before. Apparently, someone else was here too.
Strangely enough, both Mr. Seb and Miss Ainsling had some sort of reaction. Something about a ghost bothering them … asking them why? … Mr. Wizzard and I made out circles around the two and he did some magic to free them. Poor Miss Eryn was confused. Same here to be honest. …
After a short rest, Mr. Seb and Miss Ainsling recovered and felt up to moving forward. Miss Eryn had enough and had charged ahead. I had no choice but to follow behind.
Within the boundary of the house were three burnt corpses of forsaken soldiers. Seems they suffered some sort of attack for camping and digging there. …
While Mr. Wizzard performed some magic, a void spawn appeared! It was enough to trigger Miss Eryn as she charged forward. Somehow, she was lifted up in the air by some sort of magic and tossed back out to the party. … I don’t remember much after that. After I was hit in the face by a flying woman, I was then hit in the face by an inferno of fire. There were thorns and fire everywhere. And I think at one point, I shifted forms. It was all a really bad blur, probably something my mind was trying to block. I think everyone was fighting hard, but it was rough going. … What I do remember is the thing shrinking back into the ground. The dirty coward!
We were all pretty worse for wear, and started licking our wounds. Myself literally because … well … I don’t know why, but it works. Mr. Seb went onto the grounds safely and, at Mr. Wizzard’s guidance, was able to retrieve the materials in question. We all limped back, ready for a nice, long bath.
Well journal, we’ve been making some pretty decent progress in the camp here, but are job is not yet done. Today, volunteering for the task, are Miss Ainsley, Mr. Seb, and a Lady Piper Sutherland! How exciting is that?
The good bishop was sound asleep, probably extremely exhausted as were some of the others. Miss Ainsling was working on the meal while Mr. Seb and Lady Piper had a relaxing sit down next to the fire.
When up from the woods, there arose such a clatter … or at least it seemed so according to Mr. Seb. Seems we have a visitor. Some strange worgen lurking nearby. It was brown, with mottled grey and black patches of fur. It did seem to be hungry. So Miss Ainsling went over to offer it some food. Lady Piper went to help as well.
Seems the wolf was happy, but once again, took the food and ran. … This time, however, it was beckoning us to follow. Just when we were ready to eat too. Well, let’s see where this is taking us. The worgen would move off into the woods swiftly, but would pause just before the group would be out of view. He would lead us to a thicker part of the Northgate Woods, where the underbrush is swiftly becoming a tangled maze.
It seemed to lead us to it’s family, and they certainly looked hungry. Seb and I provided what fish we had for dinner, Lady Piper offered some jerky, and Miss Ainsling provided sandwiches. The seemed appreciative.
There seemed to be 6 worgen total. One was named Bark. … Another … Bark-bark. … One was Woof. … One Bark-woof. … And one Bark Bark Woof Woof. … And then there was Ned. All one big happy pack.
Well, almost happy. Seems we have a food crisis at the moment. Game is pretty sparse around here, and the poor pack is starving. So we’re going to go ahead and work on that as a group. We plan to do some hunting and fishing, not only for our own stock, but for our 6 pack wolf friends.