Clan Jorrvaskr - Household of The Varyag Guard (recruiting)
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 5:42 pm
CLAN JORRVASKR - HOUSEHOLD OF THE VARYAG GUARD
WELCOME HOME SHIELD-SIBLING
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In-game information contact @IvarFreyjason , or @MhyrabellaStormborn
IT ALL STARTED CENTURIES AGO... ME 1000
When at last he rightfully driven the murderous Morkands
back to their scornful nether plane, did great Ysgramor turn
and let loose the fearsome war cry that echoed across all
the oceans. His warrior who yet stood joined in the ovation
for the victory honor and the lament of their fallen peers.
Heard on the distant and chilling wind of the great Atmora
North, Kyne the Goddess of Storm knew their time had
come to cross the seas.
As the reverberations echoed out and drowned to silence,
all looked to Ysgramor. With his lungs that bellowed forth
the fury of humanity, he bade them to continue their march.
"Go forth," he roared. "Into the belly of this new land. Drive
the wretched from their dark palaces of idleness. Oblige them
to squalor and toil, that they would see their betrayals as the
all-sin against our kind. Give no quarter. Show no kindness.
For they would not give nor show you the same."
Hearing this, the Circle of Captains gathered each their crews
unto themselves. From here, they decreed, we will go forth. Let
each ship's band make its own way, seeking their
fates to the open sun.
A night spent in feasting, the Oath of the Companions was
sworn anew, with each of the Five Hundred swearing to act
as Shield-Brother and Shield-Sister to any of the Atmoran line
were their fates to ever again entwine.
As the red hands of dawn stretched from the east, so broke the
Companions of Ysgramor, setting about their journeys, sailing now
across the land with waves of stone and crests of trees flowing
under their footed hulls.
WELCOME HOME SHIELD-SIBLING
JORRVASKR .ENJIN .COM
Recruitement throw our website application process
In-game information contact @IvarFreyjason , or @MhyrabellaStormborn
IT ALL STARTED CENTURIES AGO... ME 1000
When at last he rightfully driven the murderous Morkands
back to their scornful nether plane, did great Ysgramor turn
and let loose the fearsome war cry that echoed across all
the oceans. His warrior who yet stood joined in the ovation
for the victory honor and the lament of their fallen peers.
Heard on the distant and chilling wind of the great Atmora
North, Kyne the Goddess of Storm knew their time had
come to cross the seas.
As the reverberations echoed out and drowned to silence,
all looked to Ysgramor. With his lungs that bellowed forth
the fury of humanity, he bade them to continue their march.
"Go forth," he roared. "Into the belly of this new land. Drive
the wretched from their dark palaces of idleness. Oblige them
to squalor and toil, that they would see their betrayals as the
all-sin against our kind. Give no quarter. Show no kindness.
For they would not give nor show you the same."
Hearing this, the Circle of Captains gathered each their crews
unto themselves. From here, they decreed, we will go forth. Let
each ship's band make its own way, seeking their
fates to the open sun.
A night spent in feasting, the Oath of the Companions was
sworn anew, with each of the Five Hundred swearing to act
as Shield-Brother and Shield-Sister to any of the Atmoran line
were their fates to ever again entwine.
As the red hands of dawn stretched from the east, so broke the
Companions of Ysgramor, setting about their journeys, sailing now
across the land with waves of stone and crests of trees flowing
under their footed hulls.