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Tielan 03 Sep : 09:23
Would love it if you could - i want to know what happened to kathal O.O
Kathal 02 Sep : 14:49
That's okay Tielan. It was good fun though, I hinted towards what happened in the IC rumours thread on the realm forums. Might post up the story aswel later on
Tielan 02 Sep : 09:08
Kathal & Co, sorry I couldn't make it for the RP last night - got caught up in some Rp of my own
Dunngarm 01 Sep : 14:28
"the new pvp minigame will be something like harvesting 12 nodes and the first group who gets all the nodes to 0% wins the match. There will be no cooldown for the quest also." XD
Dunngarm 01 Sep : 08:56
Canceled subscribtion (it ends 23 oct). I hope it'll help to imvprove PVP ^^
In the east of the plains, in the lands of Cimmeria, there is a village. It is known as Adharca Cathair. Here resides the Elkhorn... my people. You see child, they are a unique Clan. They were formed by outcasts, and are a Clan of outcasts. Many Cimmerians, tried and true reside there, and yet, their leaders, their members, many are Elkhorn because they belonged nowhere else. Perhaps this is destiny that brought them together. While many aspects of our home are... as normal Cimmerians, the village is filled with extraordinary men and women.
But having such heroes and great warriors means a price to pay. Many who die, many who perish. The fort on the hill it was called....
An outpost. It had been marked. You see, the Chieftain had gone missing, marked by Priests of Bori. He was a shaman though, a powerful man with a spirit bound to him... the spirit of a bear. Here, in this fort, the Bori Priests had prepared a spell. They intended to send a message, to bring the haunted dead back. They wanted the Clan to suffer, and yet they had no idea what truly was destined to happen. The spirits, they plagued our people, they whispered things, made them shiver, and shake. Some, showed emotions that they refused to under any other circumstance.
Call it a nightmare if you would choose, the spirits were savage. And yet, the bear led them to the top of the keep. There, it offered a solution. Four runes, and with each rune pressed, something... something strange opened. A hole in the void some might say. And the Chieftain was brought back to us.
The fort was burned, and left to dust.
I can only surmise why he was permitted to return. The Chieftain was made ready for the coming days. The journey east to Khitai awaits. The battle between the Clan, and our ancestral enemy, Tholgrim the Blackheart, is destiny. No Bori Priest will stop this.
This is a tale of caution child. When you pick your enemies, and you choose the deeds you do, be warned, their consequences will run deep. Deeper then any ocean.
Be warned. - The Old Wise Woman telling of the fall of Adharca, the Fort on the Hill.