WarCry Choice Posts: 3 Joined: 19 Apr 2007 | Look around you, stranger. And tell me what do u see.
Nothing you say? A Wasteland?
Well, I too see a Wasteland, but it is not nothing. I see a land filled with sins of the old world. Everywhere I go, there are evidence of terror, oppression and shame the old world of men has inflicted upon itself. To the day this land suffers from the suicidal decay of the old societies and their technology. The people of the past built their machines to help them live, to protect them and took all they wanted from this Earth, and only gave back sickness and decay. Blinded by success of technology and strive to control all life, the tribes of the past created their own death, and as their last salvation, they tried to take our world with them. But yet again the irony played its part.
Do you believe in fate?
Is it not fate that from the collapse of the old tribes, we have emerged? Is it not irony that death they created gave us life? We are the Children of the Apocalypse! We are the fate of this land, a cleansing storm to put out a flickering flame of the past! All remainders of the past will be undone by our hand to make way for the new world where all live free and unbound.
For the Tribe of Death Dealers I speak, in our battle there will be no survivors. So choose, stranger. Join us, and you will never turn our backs on you. Together we shall have our honor. Leave us, and you will have your own way, but if our paths collide, the battle will decide the outcome.
I am warchief Sciro.
I have spoken.
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Activity: PvP, GvG, PvE, light role playing on occasion.
Values: Loyalty, Freedom, Enjoyment. |
Look around you, stranger. And tell me what do u see.
Nothing you say? A Wasteland?
Well, I too see a Wasteland, but it is not nothing. I see a land filled with sins of the old world. Everywhere I go, there are evidence of terror, oppression and shame the old world of men has inflicted upon itself. To the day this land suffers from the suicidal decay of the old societies and their technology. The people of the past built their machines to help them live, to protect them and took all they wanted from this Earth, and only gave back sickness and decay. Blinded by success of technology and strive to control all life, the tribes of the past created their own death, and as their last salvation, they tried to take our world with them. But yet again the irony played its part.
Do you believe in fate?
Is it not fate that from the collapse of the old tribes, we have emerged? Is it not irony that death they created gave us life? We are the Children of the Apocalypse! We are the fate of this land, a cleansing storm to put out a flickering flame of the past! All remainders of the past will be undone by our hand to make way for the new world where all live free and unbound.
For the Tribe of Death Dealers I speak, in our battle there will be no survivors. So choose, stranger. Join us, and you will never turn our backs on you. Together we shall have our honor. Leave us, and you will have your own way, but if our paths collide, the battle will decide the outcome.
I am warchief Sciro.
I have spoken.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Factions: C.H.O.T.A. (Pure)
Activity: PvP, GvG, PvE, light role playing on occasion.
Values: Loyalty, Freedom, Enjoyment.