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1st Fist of Light - RP guild of 13 Years
banegrivm
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The orcish horde continued to press against the gates at Mirabar. The militia had been shattered leaving but a few men to survive, with the women and children left to huddle in terror throughout the barricaded homes and other buildings in the city. The gates to the city had been chained with overturned carts and refuse thrown behind the gate in a desperate attempt to stop the invaders. The angry growl from the orcs seemed as if to grow louder and angrier as the doors buckled and groaned under the weight of the orcs, who seemed nine hells bent on storming the city and pillaging its remains.
For a moment there was an eerie silence that turned into a sullen hush that blanketed the mining town. Was this a reprieve or simply the calm before the storm that would herald the end? The gates crashed yet again, chains buckling, and now the iron bound wood had begun to splinter and heave. As the orcs relentlessly bashed at the door more voices joined theirs, yet they were not orcs... and then the sound of a lone war horn blew its song of valor. The doors breached as wood and chain flew through the air and frightened orcs fell over the piles of debris and refuse.
Other orcs simply running over those orcs, drove them into the ground in their own frightened flight. As the orcs entered Mirabar their eyes remained focused on the ruined gates. Their screams and battle cries were drowned out by those of men, humans, elves, and other civilized races of Faerun that charged through the gates in vast numbers, swallowing them whole like some angry dragon. The livery of the men was that of the 1st Fist of Light and there were standard bearers flew banners emblazoned with the holy symbols of Torm, Ilmater, and Bahamut. Mirabar was safe; it was the end for the broken maw clan, but only the beginning for the 1st Fist of Light. There would be further crusades, new adventures to had, and yet new tales to be told for another day of gallant heroes riding off into the setting sun...
1st Fist of Light is a dedicated group of RP'ers, formed in February of 2000 while playing EverQuest. We RP, PvP, and do all manner of PvE. We have people from all types of skill levels and try to take care of one another. We do not force people into a particular "play style". Rather, we simply focus on playing the game and having fun as best as we can. We only ask two things of our members. That they role play and show respect for each other. We try our best to take care of each other here and just enjoy ourselves as a guild and a family. We've been together for over 13 years and we treat all members (regardless of whether or not they just joined or are a founder) equally. If you have any questions please feel free to PM me or follow the link in my signature to the site and read the charter; and/or ask for an officer or myself in the forums there if you still have questions about joining.
For a moment there was an eerie silence that turned into a sullen hush that blanketed the mining town. Was this a reprieve or simply the calm before the storm that would herald the end? The gates crashed yet again, chains buckling, and now the iron bound wood had begun to splinter and heave. As the orcs relentlessly bashed at the door more voices joined theirs, yet they were not orcs... and then the sound of a lone war horn blew its song of valor. The doors breached as wood and chain flew through the air and frightened orcs fell over the piles of debris and refuse.
Other orcs simply running over those orcs, drove them into the ground in their own frightened flight. As the orcs entered Mirabar their eyes remained focused on the ruined gates. Their screams and battle cries were drowned out by those of men, humans, elves, and other civilized races of Faerun that charged through the gates in vast numbers, swallowing them whole like some angry dragon. The livery of the men was that of the 1st Fist of Light and there were standard bearers flew banners emblazoned with the holy symbols of Torm, Ilmater, and Bahamut. Mirabar was safe; it was the end for the broken maw clan, but only the beginning for the 1st Fist of Light. There would be further crusades, new adventures to had, and yet new tales to be told for another day of gallant heroes riding off into the setting sun...
1st Fist of Light is a dedicated group of RP'ers, formed in February of 2000 while playing EverQuest. We RP, PvP, and do all manner of PvE. We have people from all types of skill levels and try to take care of one another. We do not force people into a particular "play style". Rather, we simply focus on playing the game and having fun as best as we can. We only ask two things of our members. That they role play and show respect for each other. We try our best to take care of each other here and just enjoy ourselves as a guild and a family. We've been together for over 13 years and we treat all members (regardless of whether or not they just joined or are a founder) equally. If you have any questions please feel free to PM me or follow the link in my signature to the site and read the charter; and/or ask for an officer or myself in the forums there if you still have questions about joining.
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Still wearing the Rubicite with the Soulfire ?
Flaming tomato...lmao
ahh the good old days..
Only on Fridays
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