04-10-2012, 01:30 AM
Spinning dagger in hand, Locke waits crouched behind a small farmerâs fence waiting for the last rays of light from the day to disappear.
âWhere are the others?â demands Rio, leader of the nightâs raid. âItâs almost timeâ
Standing up Locke casually answers back âTheyâll be here, guards watch the path to the North pretty heavily, probably just got held upâ. Rio nods and squints his eyes âThere! There they are!â pointing to shadows moving on the other side of the field. Motioning toward the house Rio smiles and whispers âLocke, youâre upâ
Walking toward the farm house Locke fingers his dagger under his cloak and knocks on the door. After seeing an old man through the window, Locke shouts âExcuse me sir! Can you help? My horse has fallen ill on the way to the castle.â Locke waits and eventually the door creaks open. âThe castle?â asks the old man looking Locke up and down. âYes sir, very important businessâ Locke answers back âPerhaps even a reward when the council hears of your assistanceâ Locke smiles and grips his dagger. âOh nowâ the old man starts âI have no need for coin or treasure, simply aiding the crown is good enough a reward for meâ and motions for Locke to enter the house. The old man slowly closes the door and looks around âA bit too dark in here for company, eh?â and lights a candle in the window. Shuffling toward the fireplace the old man asks âSo, what can I do for you now?â
Locke takes a step forward âWell you see..â he starts, but is interrupted by the sound of horse hoofs and the clank of metal armor coming from outside. Locke quickly dashes for the door and flings it open to see his brothers rushing into combat with some of the crowns finest. Locke stood in the doorway stunned to see so many heavily armored guards and hears a slight chuckle coming from the old manâs direction. âYou knew!â shouts Locke âThis was you!â Lockeâs eyes dart to the candle the old man lit when he first arrived and pulls the dagger out from his cloak. The old man begins to back up âThe guards! They made me! Even offered me gold and protection!â Locke jumps toward the old man as he continues to plead for his life and swiftly puts a dagger in his chest whispering to the old man as he guides the body to the floor â Where is your protection now old man? Both man and god have left you here to die.â Locke removes the dagger from his chest and continues âThe power and privilege of righteousness is coming to an end, Anarchy is gripping this land. embrace it.â Locke bolts to the door to aid his brothers in combat but is smashed in the face with a shield by an entering guard and everything goes black.
Waking up alone in a stable, lying in blood soaked hay Locke tries to recall what happened after the old farmerâs death. Am I caught? âNoâ he whispered âThey would have just killed me.â Then how did I get here he wondered. Did anyone from the attack survive? Rio? Any of the others? He pondered for a while trying to see through the blood smeared on his face until he heard footsteps approaching. From the other side of the room where he lay he heard a voice âWell donât you look prettyâ it said. Out of instinct Lockeâs hand goes for his dagger âWhoâs thereâ? he demands.
âRioâ the voice answers. âThe rest are dead.â The room goes silent.
Rio finally breaks the silence âWhat now?â
âWe strike backâ Locke answers
âWe must do more than just resist this tyrant they call a king and his virtues. His crown is corrupt and his hand brings death to those who refuse to obey his tyrannical laws.
Too long they have chased us, branded us with the name of brigand and criminal, casted us out in the cold and forced us to live in the shadows. Now. Here.On this spot.We fight. We build an army so powerful it shakes the heavens and all those who dare oppose us will know the name of the Crimson Brotherhood.â
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The Crimson Brotherhood is now Recruiting!
We are an "Evil" based roleplaying guild that is currently building it own town(In a secret location!) shh! ..and will help new players collect gold and place a house here. Theyre currently still a good amount of spots where we are but they may be taken soon!
Guild decisions work like a Democracy as to what we need to focus on or when we go to war,etc. We are all equal.
All members must stay in character at all times when in public and wear guild colors - Black and Red. (Remember we are bad guys!)
We will soon have a fully equiped training area for new players or players who wish to create a new character to join. All are welcome!
We plan to have guild events within our own ranks as well as interacting with other roleplaying guilds (in the forming RPA)
such as territory wars and raids.
Either send me a PM here or in game with any questions or invite requests.
âWhere are the others?â demands Rio, leader of the nightâs raid. âItâs almost timeâ
Standing up Locke casually answers back âTheyâll be here, guards watch the path to the North pretty heavily, probably just got held upâ. Rio nods and squints his eyes âThere! There they are!â pointing to shadows moving on the other side of the field. Motioning toward the house Rio smiles and whispers âLocke, youâre upâ
Walking toward the farm house Locke fingers his dagger under his cloak and knocks on the door. After seeing an old man through the window, Locke shouts âExcuse me sir! Can you help? My horse has fallen ill on the way to the castle.â Locke waits and eventually the door creaks open. âThe castle?â asks the old man looking Locke up and down. âYes sir, very important businessâ Locke answers back âPerhaps even a reward when the council hears of your assistanceâ Locke smiles and grips his dagger. âOh nowâ the old man starts âI have no need for coin or treasure, simply aiding the crown is good enough a reward for meâ and motions for Locke to enter the house. The old man slowly closes the door and looks around âA bit too dark in here for company, eh?â and lights a candle in the window. Shuffling toward the fireplace the old man asks âSo, what can I do for you now?â
Locke takes a step forward âWell you see..â he starts, but is interrupted by the sound of horse hoofs and the clank of metal armor coming from outside. Locke quickly dashes for the door and flings it open to see his brothers rushing into combat with some of the crowns finest. Locke stood in the doorway stunned to see so many heavily armored guards and hears a slight chuckle coming from the old manâs direction. âYou knew!â shouts Locke âThis was you!â Lockeâs eyes dart to the candle the old man lit when he first arrived and pulls the dagger out from his cloak. The old man begins to back up âThe guards! They made me! Even offered me gold and protection!â Locke jumps toward the old man as he continues to plead for his life and swiftly puts a dagger in his chest whispering to the old man as he guides the body to the floor â Where is your protection now old man? Both man and god have left you here to die.â Locke removes the dagger from his chest and continues âThe power and privilege of righteousness is coming to an end, Anarchy is gripping this land. embrace it.â Locke bolts to the door to aid his brothers in combat but is smashed in the face with a shield by an entering guard and everything goes black.
Waking up alone in a stable, lying in blood soaked hay Locke tries to recall what happened after the old farmerâs death. Am I caught? âNoâ he whispered âThey would have just killed me.â Then how did I get here he wondered. Did anyone from the attack survive? Rio? Any of the others? He pondered for a while trying to see through the blood smeared on his face until he heard footsteps approaching. From the other side of the room where he lay he heard a voice âWell donât you look prettyâ it said. Out of instinct Lockeâs hand goes for his dagger âWhoâs thereâ? he demands.
âRioâ the voice answers. âThe rest are dead.â The room goes silent.
Rio finally breaks the silence âWhat now?â
âWe strike backâ Locke answers
âWe must do more than just resist this tyrant they call a king and his virtues. His crown is corrupt and his hand brings death to those who refuse to obey his tyrannical laws.
Too long they have chased us, branded us with the name of brigand and criminal, casted us out in the cold and forced us to live in the shadows. Now. Here.On this spot.We fight. We build an army so powerful it shakes the heavens and all those who dare oppose us will know the name of the Crimson Brotherhood.â
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The Crimson Brotherhood is now Recruiting!
We are an "Evil" based roleplaying guild that is currently building it own town(In a secret location!) shh! ..and will help new players collect gold and place a house here. Theyre currently still a good amount of spots where we are but they may be taken soon!
Guild decisions work like a Democracy as to what we need to focus on or when we go to war,etc. We are all equal.
All members must stay in character at all times when in public and wear guild colors - Black and Red. (Remember we are bad guys!)
We will soon have a fully equiped training area for new players or players who wish to create a new character to join. All are welcome!
We plan to have guild events within our own ranks as well as interacting with other roleplaying guilds (in the forming RPA)
such as territory wars and raids.
Either send me a PM here or in game with any questions or invite requests.