| Post/Author/DateTime | Post |
|---|---|
| Lord_of_Vain01-15-07, 03:46 PM | The bustling of the city seems to lessen as you approach the large black building near the outskirts of the city. The alleyways are no longer lit, guards no longer patrol, and every house around you seems to be vacant. You walk up the stairs and knock on the door of the most feared building in this part of the province. This is the Assassin's Guild. This will be a role-playing guild, a ranking system will be devised. I, and others as the guild expands, will create missions on which you will embark to earn gold and reputation. Anyone interested in joining present yourself at 216 Belfallen Place. REQUIREMENTS: 10 gold to pay tattooist who will design the guild symbol of a hawk carrying a dagger onto your inner left forearm. |
| turalisj01-15-07, 10:46 PM | A shadowy figure enters the guild, taking down the guards of the front gate. Do not mettle in the affairs of the Shadows Breath and Blade. Close shop, and send your members to the SB&B. There are many more powerfull members than me, and you would do well to listen to me. The figure vanished, leaving several more corpses behind him. Just a friendly little reminder that there is already a guild covering this topic, as well as thievery, sabotage, killing, spying, etc. Infact, I need to send some pm's and make some updates. |
| Zombomaniac01-15-07, 10:59 PM | A voice echoes from under a lighted window. Standing in full view is a Drow in Wizards vestments. "Don't take the threats of a dieing dog seriously, young killer. You can do this if you please." Smiling her fades into the light. |
| Wilds01-19-07, 11:40 AM | A figure walks into the guild. "Greetings from the Breath we shall be talking soon." He remains in the guild area |
| Lord_of_Vain01-29-07, 04:20 PM | "A dwarven assassin?" A cold voice says from the shadows. |
| Chrono Nexus02-13-07, 05:56 PM | The outline of a weary crow passes unseen through the sky above Belfallen Place. Spotting a steady post in the top of a rundown guild house, Cor lands awkwardly, his oily feathers flashing in the afternoon sunlight. His head cocked to one side in an almost quizzical gesture, Cor listens through the loose boards of the musty rooftop to the business below. Hearing nothing, the mangy bird leaves the dilapidated building in search of another guild. |
| turalisj02-13-07, 11:19 PM | "A dwarven assassin?" A cold voice says from the shadows. Unless I'm wrong, that right there is an oxymoron. |