<The Warband>

[Trenk]

The Warband began as a simple dream. A vision in the mind of a once-humble Marauder, an erstwhile man of the Empire, a deserter by the name of Trenkenhoff. A manifestation that told him that it was time to reignite the hordes of Chaos and spark an incursion on par with the wars led by Asavar Kul and Crom the Conqueror. A simple dream.

Trenk awoke with a start, brimming with energy and unsure what to do with it. Powers were granted him that were denied others; the twisted magics of Chaos that could cripple foes and transform his body into a living weapon. He was marked, an instrument of the Ruinous Powers. A herald.

His first goal, the changeling decided, was to find allies. This was a simple task. The forces of Dark Elves, Chaos, and Greenskins all laid haphazard, disjointed siege to their collective enemies. It took him no time at all to locate a local powerhouse of an Ork and his goblin ally - the joint powers of Gortoof and Fasbad.

The two were invaluable, possessed of a dragon's hoard of gold and itemry as well as leading a small, well equipped mercenary group. The promise of plunder and war was all it took to convince them to join him. Within weeks, the warband had taken it's first infantile steps.

A warrior, a Chosen of Tzeentch, sought him out next. The man was a walking shrine to the god, possessed of might beyond the fathoming of the humans he had carved apart simply to find the marauder and his allies.

The summons have been given. Word of the Warband and it's dreams of domination seeped across the land, stretching greedy fingers over the population of the Destruction alliance. As his numbers grew, Trenk turned hungry eyes onto Order territories.

War was all but assured.

The Warband is, as is probably quite simple to figure out, a roleplay guild geared towards RvR and scenarios. It's a general name for a general band; they haven't quite determined what their immediate goal is or how to go about it, only that it's for the best that the forces of Order receive the whooping of a lifetime. As we expand into the tiers, more specific goals and plans will be laid out.

That's the boring part. The good news will, hopefully, outweigh our current directionless nature.

We take our RvR and scenarios somewhat seriously. Not so much so that we'll be yelling at you for making mistakes, but we expect you to know how to hold a line or properly flank, surround, or generally compromise enemy groups. As a military themed guild in a game that actually does have unit collision, expect practice with shield walls and basic ambush manuevers in scenarios and safe zones.

We have a treasury full to bursting with gold and an armory to match. It wasn't by accident that Fasbad and Gortoof had themselves a bucket of loot - we love our allies and keep them well equipped. If it's Bloody or Decimator, it goes into the vault for use by our guildmates. If it's Gale-Runner or less, we will be holding weekly donations to the population at large. The caveat to this is, of course, that after you're done using the gear we expect it to be returned (if it was in the armory to begin with, if it's yours then keep, sell, or trade as you see fit).

There's opportunity for advancement. We can't be around all the time. That's the simple, sad truth of the matter. Fasbad and Gortoof are the same guy off-screen and I'm the one and only Trenk, which means we need sublieutenants if this is gonna get to any size or success. Advancement will be based purely on merit. You can believe me when I say this because I don't actually know anyone on this server yet, so there's no real other basis to promote people on. I don't have close enough friends to bother with nepotism.

So, that's the guild! Please let me know if you're interested, either through PM or in game. If I am not available, Fasbad/ Gortoof is on with some regularity and should be easily reached.

[OddSean]

Tempting, may join with Tzeenchlord.

[Trenk]

Sounds good! It'd be great to have you along.