The sound of fighting echoes across Stratholme as the Scarlet Crusade fight their daily fight with the Scourge that remains in the city. The flames lick across the ruined buildings unimpeded by the rain that showers down. Even after three years, the streets are still strewn with mutilated corpses, both human and undead. In the upper floor of one building there sits another corpse in an old rocking chair, just watching the streets below, unbothered by the fighting, the rain or the fire.
The corpse waves his hand, summoning a bolt of flame which incinerates a passing ghoul. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as the screaming ghoul runs into a crowd of Scourge setting them all ablaze. “Which resident were you, I wonder,” he mutters as he immolates another ghoul, “so many people, so many lives lost” he sighs, blasting another ghoul. He scowls, crushing the arm of the chair he sits in, the wood turning to splinters in his fingers he climbs to his feet and roars, “HOW LONG!! HOW LONG TILL I HAVE MY VENGEANCE.” roaring he slams his arms down his sides as the rain turns from water to fire, adding to the flames already consuming the city.
For some guilds, all you need to do to get an invite is whisper someone and they’ll invite. For others… you have to apply. Now this apply may take many forms, for some its a simple forum written application, for some its an interview, for others its a dark ritual taking place late at night in the middle of the woods with people wearing black hoods and carrying serrated knives… Ok maybe not serrated knives, dinner knives most likely.
