User:ICBM/Silent Lambs Of Ascalon
Silent Lambs Of Ascalon [Haqq][edit]
| Silent Lambs Of Ascalon [Haqq] | |
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| Years active | Founded October 2013 |
| Territory | Europe |
| Language | English |
| Leader | Sphaerophthalmus |
| World | Vabbi |
| Type | PvE |
| No. of members | ~1 |
| Time zone | Now |
Guild background story[edit]
There were a lot of beautiful and restful places in Ascalon in these days. It was before hordes of Charr tribes moved south knowing they had that ancient fearsome magic to break the walls of Ascalon and invade this sacred land of human gods and take what their kin thought was theirs. And, yes it was once their home. Many guilds had it's roots here by heart. Sunken deep into the rich vegetation and old granit formations forgotten gardens of silence kept it's mystery unresolved. By the lightnings and fire that burnt the air at the moment of The Searing those green pearls fell into dust of ashes. Monumental landmarks carved in stone, once built by at least two very different human cultures who made this lush forest grown part of Ascalon to their restful home.
The landscape is still but seams to flash by. Things are moving at the same time as they stay as a calm memory. From the deapths of history this was a slow shaped enviroment that moved into the future, from future and back to past time and then gone again. Structures erected by men stands there strange and shattered mindlessly crossing different eras like broken mirrors. You get slightly mad knowing how this just happened. When common folk living under king Dorik was living there they kept silent about this. Could this world have been shaped with an error built in? Primitive human saved scripts about how all within a short period of time stod there as an environment life just could grow upon, here told in few very simple but mystic word lines called Zyras. The phenomena sighned stamps in the floating time space overgrown by moss and cryptogams. The old pillars stands there side by side with obscene-like futuristic ruins of uncertain order sometimes with a stright cut lined irational and blind on the ground, in unexplainable confusion. Spirits of this land quietly mumbles about old forgotten dreams. Birds song had space here. Without it the experience of standing there in the forests and vales would sounding so deaf. What are those whisperings?
This land was forcible safe protected by a tall and thick wall, like a barrier towards the north - a serious decor of heavy blocks and stones. The light from the dull raincloudy sky over the hills of Barradin Estate did remind the true souls to love this red colored ever autumn as Eden. The living threat from the north was moving. Suddenly a crack in everyones minds fills the air with fear. The foolishness in weakness are experienced in one moment. It's an inferno. Shadows start to form. A world of metal, machines and vehicles trash in frenzy an awakened frightened kingdom from it's deepest wishes. The predator runs amok and spreads the panic. The alarm of agony and burning flesh transform everything into a real nighmare. There's not space enough! My dream, my dream, my dream....
It's not that bad to be embraced in a silent place alone with the most reverential - Allh, and remember His goodness.
Still some mystics and dark monks use the minds of those souls to move and guide them from lost moments in the past into the future. The dark cultists treat lesser mindful but sometimes good spirits without sympathy or compassion. The abusers as the caretakers as well do believe in Him, the most merciful - the hidden, great creator who never was created himself. He is the majestic oneness over all. The people of this Kingdom fled over the mountains over to Tyria. Ascalon is apparently still there but have changed. Now the Carr race have the control over northern and southern Ascalon. Forgotten memories sound in all elements forgiving the winners of long lasting glory from their egosympathic journey through the space of time. Allh ignore them with kindness and respect for what they did, and for what they told about truth and history. Stories that have to step down in defeat and seen stolen from all worthyness appears as traces, symbols and drawings, as a stored message to remember and use. Examples of how to fail.
Sometimes the valeu of any memorie loose it's struggle about truth and their right-wrong pendling. The source to everything that is real appears to be closer than your heart and is the identical image of truth. Stains of fear, lies and overridden essential needs doesn't just destroy itself, it drowns the humble flowers and prevent many wonderful ideas to bloom. There's a part where life has a body - a god walking - saying all is in vain. Allh seams to be certain and his creation falls in doubt and dies. The browsing pictures forms and shades is lost with a switch. Something dies in an illuminated mind, forever kept as a decaying light in the horizon drawn into the dark and then recreated there, all ways there. Well, I am not sure. I'm not certain. How can something mortal have any conceptions of something everlasting and eternal?
The name of the creator is Allh. Dwayna is his highest principle. The terror from heartless cruelty, destruction and blood left scars in Dwaynas face. Dwayna bleeds tears, and in her weakness and frustration she act wildly and upset towards all evil and mad hate... It's the white peacock! I shiver and loose all hope in before the sight of death. May the faithful pray that He forgives them their stains of guilt. When time runs out and you realize that you cant restore a short dream from it's bitter sorrows and peaks of dissapointments, you must remember to pray for forgiveness. Return to Him without grief, satisfied and comfortable. Why so upset? Allh is the most merciful and forgiving.
Ranks & Members[edit]
- IX. Ultra Ayatollah
- Sphaerophthalmus
- VIII. Hafazaist Tre
- VII. Hafazaist Tva
- VI. Hafazaist Ett
- V. Diplomat Sulukk
- IV. Murid Uns
- III. Faqr Wujud
- II. Zindiq Tawba
- I. Zindiq Demon
Current Upgrades[edit]
Unlocks:
- Guild Emblem Template
