Hello every one , Iam the GuildMaster of the Tamriel Coalition Guild , on PS4 EU server, i wanted to come here and leave a standard recruitment post hoping to bring more people into the guild, in order to build a community and have fun playing our best online game and Lore.
Then i had this idea, i am right now already writing a complete Lore and RP background for the guild, its chars and GM , so i shared the begining of our guild story as a recruitment message , i hope you guys like it
the guild ihas been recently created , we are 60+ members for now, we focus on Pve content , Heavily planned Events , Trials/dungeons/setsfarm and Questing.
Website :
https://tamriel-coalition.shivtr.com/
discord :
https://discord.gg/gDDZukA
PS : sorry if some lexical mistakes emerge from this, english is my third language, i tried my best.enjoy !!
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Second Era, year 582 -The Rift , southeastern hold of Skyrim
finally here ,after a long and dangerous road through the rich autumnal forest i reached Riften , i was going to meet a fellow merchant and friend at the Rethan Holding Bank . the crowded place , was full of adventurers, guilds ,and thieves , better be sharp and aware in those areas...no wonder everyone decided to hold a sword in hand and shield in their back ,especially after the historical defeat of the Mortuum vivicus by the infamous fighters guild. i walked by a group of drunk khajits singing out loud an ancient poem of some dragonborn heroes , i remember beeing caught by the rimes and meanings of its strong words .
as i was standing there, listening to that motivational peom sang by excited and drunk cats (fom which i remember some words: Dragonborn, Dragonborn ,by his honor is sworn...) a bizarre and quiet aged Elf (may be an altmer, judging from his impressive agility avoiding people in this crowded area and his very pale golden skin) started fixing me directly , i felt goosebumps as he walked toward me , covered with a shady mage light armor , you could clearly see him moving his lips as if he was whispering something, or maybe speaking some incantation ? he seemed impressively threathening ,goosebumps became a strong stressfull palpitations , heartbeats felt like hammers kicking in my chest , no one semmed to notice him at that time , as if i was witnessing an oblivion breach openning , a ghostly figure that only i can be affected by its presence ! in a mater of seconds he was behind me in a blink of an eye ,then with a warm and wise voice, whispered to me:
"Ha na- anand, i coalition will eri- uin avçe -o i fallen ones, cin will n- summoned in anand -o baur "
,what language was he speaking ? i could only catch some words , what does he mean by "coalition" ? "summoned" ? so many questions left me anxious and a little bit afraid, i must admit. i turned as fast as i could in an attempt to catch the face of this strange and mysterious elf , he was gone..vanished.. ...was that even real ? ...minutes later i sprinted as fast as i could toward the Holding Bank to find my friend, a banker and vendor i knew for long time, when swords and destructive magic were the only languages we spoke at that darker time.
i met Talka'ah as planned , we went to a local Inn, had some good skooma bottles , then i firmly changed my attitude, and began telling him what happened to me earlier , he was shook by the story, and appeared even a bit affraid and stressed , he told me to stay put, and went running like a mad argonian in dark deep water , i waited for about 5 drunk fights and couple of bottles then he came back with an ancient book , which had metalic dark ebony cover , with mysterious engravings and symbols . he told me to repeat what the elf said to me in that old and unkonwn language, he then started flipping through the book so fast and brutally that some pages were almost torn up .
after a long moment of silence, my friend seemed more calm and excited in the same time, wrote something on the back of the book and handed it over to me, it was the final translation of the mysterious sentence :
"it is time, the coalition will rise from the ashes of the fallen ones, you will be summoned in time of need"
after reading the entire book, an excitment tear found its way and dropped on the final page, leaving a little wet circle shape that will mark the beginning of a new Era, a new adventure, i finally understood my destiny, the origins of that mysterious elf, and why all those recent events led me to this city, to this friend, to this exact moment . the fallen ones , my ancestors...the coalition had to rise again.
To be continued....
-Chronicles Of The coalition - the beginning- 2E582
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