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[CLOSED] Legio Luporum (Legion of Wolves) is recruiting! [RP Guild - Open to All]
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Prologue
Unfurling storm clouds choked the sky and with it brought a stifling snow which gripped the realm in a frozen embrace. Any unfortunate sod caught within its influence suffered being bitten bitterly by the cold: yet, the expanding flurry was the least of the torments to plague those whom struggling trudged through the snow-dampened-muddied earth towards Leyawiin.
An Argonian, one of the few which could be found within this company of “traitorous cowards”, pulled upon the reins of his horse and sacrificed a moment to glance back in the direction of the path of which they had traveled. He half-expected to see the advancing banners of Legate Jena Apinia's legion fluttering in the storm-laden winds, yet was relieved when he noted nothing exceptional except what the natural world caught within the midst of a snowstorm would yield.
Legate Jena Apinia had the reputation of being cautious when entering situations which did not favor her, yet when fortune and favor were at her beck and call, she was known to be malicious and of single purposed of intent. Two Grave Tongue pondered upon what could have occurred to hesitate Legate Jena Apinia's chase of their forces, yet nothing was coming to mind...
“Tessarius Two Grave Tongue,” shouted someone near to his position. The voice, easily recognizable to Two Grave Tongue, belonged to Do’Shara, a female Khajitt whom was one of the 6th Legion’s centurions. She shouted in order to be heard over the clamor of the roaring winds. “This one does not consider it wise to continue on towards Leyawiin within this storm! Aside from the cold which tests our endurance, the snow moistens the roads and impedes the passage of the wagons. This one would advise to yield –if but momentarily- in our objective and secure a site till the storm passes.” The Khajiit offered. The Argonian, grasping the reigns of his mount, brought his horse around to face the motley crew of exhausted men and women whom had just days ago, turned outlaw, when they relinquished their loyalties to the corrupted Imperium -at his behest. Although he would not readily admit it, he felt the weight of their fates within his keeping.
It was at his suggestion that they betray the Empire.
“No, we must push on." He responded solemnly. "But Tessarius..." Do' Shara made to counter. "I recognize the value of your observation Centurion, but we cannot," he stated as he turned to face those whom were ousted as traitors and betrayers of the Ruby Throne. Wolves of men! "suffer the luxury of accommodating ourselves a reprieve from the storm which has fallen upon us. We must forge onwards. I realize you're tired, miserable and desiring worldly comfort if not spiritual. And I am certain, that like me, your thoughts upon the events which had transpired these last few days bears greatly upon you and we desire it to be nothing more than an uneasy dream in troubled sleep. Yet, all that has transpired is not some conjuration of fanciful thoughts. It is not an uneasy dream within troubled sleep.
We must not forget the treachery of the Empire. We must not forget the crimes of which we witnessed the Empire committing. We must not forget the blood, that of our own fellow legionaries -men and women whom were your comrades, friends, lovers- whose lives were sacrificed to heathen beings. We must not forget. And in recalling these horrific memories and recognizing what had occurred, we must also realize that the Empire shall also remember. They shall not readily forget our disloyalty or lightly overlook the crimes we committed against them. No, they shall pursue us til the ends of Tamriel to extract their wrath.
Thus we cannot stop. We must continue onwards to Leyawiin and the freedom of the seas beyond!" Two Grave Tongue concluded with a solemn tone.
The words he spoke, as uttered them, made him realize the brevity of the situation in which they found themselves in. He understood that their success clung upon his decisions whether just or otherwise. He turned upon his saddle and looked once more upon the horizon from whence they came. Everything of who they were loomed there upon that path back towards the Empire , yet within the mottled horizon also remained the threats of persecution, torment and possibly death. "No. We must continue forth no matter the obstacle." He uttered out loud to no one in particular. He turned to face those gathered about him whom appeared deplorable and defeated. "Brethren we must forge our strength for one another. No army which has ever stood upon the soils of Tamriel, has ever faced an adversary or an obstacle which they could not defeat or surmount whilst the purpose of all of their men was unified and their strength forged as one. We cannot rest for death bites upon our heels, yet together we may overcome this trial and brandish the flame of hope that we may save our beloved Empire from its dark turn. And should we fail in the undertaking at least I know I shall look forward to drinking and feasting in your honor within Aulysium and the here beyond!"
Spurred by the Argonian's speech, the soldiers of the Legio Luporum, the Legion of Wolves, started once more with their task of keeping the company moving forward. To where? To what fate? The men could not tell. Although it is rather fascinating, to note, that unbeknownst to one another they all quietly resigned that they would rather perish in the attempt of saving their Empire rather than perish in a shallow grave of obscurity.
An Argonian, one of the few which could be found within this company of “traitorous cowards”, pulled upon the reins of his horse and sacrificed a moment to glance back in the direction of the path of which they had traveled. He half-expected to see the advancing banners of Legate Jena Apinia's legion fluttering in the storm-laden winds, yet was relieved when he noted nothing exceptional except what the natural world caught within the midst of a snowstorm would yield.
Legate Jena Apinia had the reputation of being cautious when entering situations which did not favor her, yet when fortune and favor were at her beck and call, she was known to be malicious and of single purposed of intent. Two Grave Tongue pondered upon what could have occurred to hesitate Legate Jena Apinia's chase of their forces, yet nothing was coming to mind...
“Tessarius Two Grave Tongue,” shouted someone near to his position. The voice, easily recognizable to Two Grave Tongue, belonged to Do’Shara, a female Khajitt whom was one of the 6th Legion’s centurions. She shouted in order to be heard over the clamor of the roaring winds. “This one does not consider it wise to continue on towards Leyawiin within this storm! Aside from the cold which tests our endurance, the snow moistens the roads and impedes the passage of the wagons. This one would advise to yield –if but momentarily- in our objective and secure a site till the storm passes.” The Khajiit offered. The Argonian, grasping the reigns of his mount, brought his horse around to face the motley crew of exhausted men and women whom had just days ago, turned outlaw, when they relinquished their loyalties to the corrupted Imperium -at his behest. Although he would not readily admit it, he felt the weight of their fates within his keeping.
It was at his suggestion that they betray the Empire.
“No, we must push on." He responded solemnly. "But Tessarius..." Do' Shara made to counter. "I recognize the value of your observation Centurion, but we cannot," he stated as he turned to face those whom were ousted as traitors and betrayers of the Ruby Throne. Wolves of men! "suffer the luxury of accommodating ourselves a reprieve from the storm which has fallen upon us. We must forge onwards. I realize you're tired, miserable and desiring worldly comfort if not spiritual. And I am certain, that like me, your thoughts upon the events which had transpired these last few days bears greatly upon you and we desire it to be nothing more than an uneasy dream in troubled sleep. Yet, all that has transpired is not some conjuration of fanciful thoughts. It is not an uneasy dream within troubled sleep.
We must not forget the treachery of the Empire. We must not forget the crimes of which we witnessed the Empire committing. We must not forget the blood, that of our own fellow legionaries -men and women whom were your comrades, friends, lovers- whose lives were sacrificed to heathen beings. We must not forget. And in recalling these horrific memories and recognizing what had occurred, we must also realize that the Empire shall also remember. They shall not readily forget our disloyalty or lightly overlook the crimes we committed against them. No, they shall pursue us til the ends of Tamriel to extract their wrath.
Thus we cannot stop. We must continue onwards to Leyawiin and the freedom of the seas beyond!" Two Grave Tongue concluded with a solemn tone.
The words he spoke, as uttered them, made him realize the brevity of the situation in which they found themselves in. He understood that their success clung upon his decisions whether just or otherwise. He turned upon his saddle and looked once more upon the horizon from whence they came. Everything of who they were loomed there upon that path back towards the Empire , yet within the mottled horizon also remained the threats of persecution, torment and possibly death. "No. We must continue forth no matter the obstacle." He uttered out loud to no one in particular. He turned to face those gathered about him whom appeared deplorable and defeated. "Brethren we must forge our strength for one another. No army which has ever stood upon the soils of Tamriel, has ever faced an adversary or an obstacle which they could not defeat or surmount whilst the purpose of all of their men was unified and their strength forged as one. We cannot rest for death bites upon our heels, yet together we may overcome this trial and brandish the flame of hope that we may save our beloved Empire from its dark turn. And should we fail in the undertaking at least I know I shall look forward to drinking and feasting in your honor within Aulysium and the here beyond!"
Spurred by the Argonian's speech, the soldiers of the Legio Luporum, the Legion of Wolves, started once more with their task of keeping the company moving forward. To where? To what fate? The men could not tell. Although it is rather fascinating, to note, that unbeknownst to one another they all quietly resigned that they would rather perish in the attempt of saving their Empire rather than perish in a shallow grave of obscurity.
Timeline: Early formation of the Legio Luporum
2E:579 – Soulburst occurs. Those of magical aptitude within the region of the Imperial City are afflicted with madness. An enormous vortex appears over the height of the White Gold Tower. Emperor Varen Aquilarious is presumed dead.
2E:280 – Legion Zero is established. Soldiers imbued with the essence of Coldharbor. Initiates for Legion Zero are drawn from the other various legions. Those whom decline to join are sacrificed to Malog Bal. Those whom join willingly are turned into soul shriven.
2E: 580 – Empress Reagent Clivia Tharn orders the dismantling of most of the legions of the empire. The only legions to survive intact are those whom are led by the Empress Reagent’s supporters (such as the seventh legion led by her cousin the Imperium Magus-General Septima Tharn).
2E:580 – Unrest plagues the Imperial City as loyalist to the Imperial Legions arise in protest to the Empress-Reagent’s decree. During this time, prominent officers of the Imperial Legions –including several Legates- gather in opposition to the Imperial Throne and form a resistance known as CHILDREN OF REMAN.
2E:281 - Warfare erupts throughout the city. The Children of Reman openly clash against Imperial Forces as they attempt to relinquish several of the city districts from the Reagent Empress’s rule. Although the Children of Reman are outmanned and severely crippled in terms of resources, they are able to claim several victories over their formidable opponent.
2E:281 - The dormant vortex stirs and the city is filled with the crackling of unholy thunder. Innumerable forms of indiscernable shapes plummet into the city below. As the dust settles, armies of Daedric assualt forces are revealed.
Coldharbor had arrived.
The daedric forces launch their onslaught upom all mortals attacking with impunity. The Children of Reman suffer a hefty toll and are routed to the sewers below. The Imperial Forces also lose a number of soldiers to the Daedra, yet are able to mantain the intergrety of their forces as the Daedra hesistate to attack any of the Legion Zero soldiers.
2E:281
Daedric forces cease all of the Imperial City. The Children of Reman and all all denizens of the Imperial City whom were lucky enough to escape, find themselves huddled within the dank darkness of the sewers. The Children of Reman are suppressed and put on the defensive, as even within the depths of the sewers the daedra press the attack upon them.
In a last ditch effort to steal a chance for the wounded, weak and old to escape; and perhaps to gain a chance to send a herald to solicit some assistance from the provinces beyond, the Children of Reman stage a distraction against the daedra. An argonian tessarius is chosen for the task of leading the plighted peoples to refuge beyond as the soldiers of the 11th legion sacrifice themselves in the ruse.
2E:282
At Bordahimmin the Legio Luporum, or Legion of Wolves, is being pursued by the 4th Legion led by Legate Apinia. In a harrowing escape the Legio Luporum makes their way south towards Llewellyn.
The grip of winter is harsh and the 4th legion is made to take refuge at Bravil. Yet, the Legio Luporum, determined to survive push forth their exodus towards the coastal town. Arriving their a day after the new year, they are set to sail to the island of Stros M'Kai.
2E:280 – Legion Zero is established. Soldiers imbued with the essence of Coldharbor. Initiates for Legion Zero are drawn from the other various legions. Those whom decline to join are sacrificed to Malog Bal. Those whom join willingly are turned into soul shriven.
2E: 580 – Empress Reagent Clivia Tharn orders the dismantling of most of the legions of the empire. The only legions to survive intact are those whom are led by the Empress Reagent’s supporters (such as the seventh legion led by her cousin the Imperium Magus-General Septima Tharn).
2E:580 – Unrest plagues the Imperial City as loyalist to the Imperial Legions arise in protest to the Empress-Reagent’s decree. During this time, prominent officers of the Imperial Legions –including several Legates- gather in opposition to the Imperial Throne and form a resistance known as CHILDREN OF REMAN.
2E:281 - Warfare erupts throughout the city. The Children of Reman openly clash against Imperial Forces as they attempt to relinquish several of the city districts from the Reagent Empress’s rule. Although the Children of Reman are outmanned and severely crippled in terms of resources, they are able to claim several victories over their formidable opponent.
2E:281 - The dormant vortex stirs and the city is filled with the crackling of unholy thunder. Innumerable forms of indiscernable shapes plummet into the city below. As the dust settles, armies of Daedric assualt forces are revealed.
Coldharbor had arrived.
The daedric forces launch their onslaught upom all mortals attacking with impunity. The Children of Reman suffer a hefty toll and are routed to the sewers below. The Imperial Forces also lose a number of soldiers to the Daedra, yet are able to mantain the intergrety of their forces as the Daedra hesistate to attack any of the Legion Zero soldiers.
2E:281
Daedric forces cease all of the Imperial City. The Children of Reman and all all denizens of the Imperial City whom were lucky enough to escape, find themselves huddled within the dank darkness of the sewers. The Children of Reman are suppressed and put on the defensive, as even within the depths of the sewers the daedra press the attack upon them.
In a last ditch effort to steal a chance for the wounded, weak and old to escape; and perhaps to gain a chance to send a herald to solicit some assistance from the provinces beyond, the Children of Reman stage a distraction against the daedra. An argonian tessarius is chosen for the task of leading the plighted peoples to refuge beyond as the soldiers of the 11th legion sacrifice themselves in the ruse.
2E:282
At Bordahimmin the Legio Luporum, or Legion of Wolves, is being pursued by the 4th Legion led by Legate Apinia. In a harrowing escape the Legio Luporum makes their way south towards Llewellyn.
The grip of winter is harsh and the 4th legion is made to take refuge at Bravil. Yet, the Legio Luporum, determined to survive push forth their exodus towards the coastal town. Arriving their a day after the new year, they are set to sail to the island of Stros M'Kai.
Harken Citizens of Tamriel! Legio Luporum (Legion of Wolves) is recruiting. Join now!
•This is an Imperial Legion themed guild. We do have hierarchy and a ranking system based on the Imperial Legions. All new members will be expected to create a character that fits the theme and setting.
•Our focus is on RP. We have a story-driven narrative, and new storylines are crafted not only by our talanted narrators, but many opportunites for member created stories as well. All stories are connected, and will affect the guild.
•We are now mainly text-based, and have largely shifted to a web-based platform, so anyone, regardless of platform, may join.
•We primarily use BAND to communicate, and is where most of the RP will be held. Joining the BAND group will be required. You can access it either with the app or browser.
•We also do have a in-game guild, located on the PS4 NA server. However, most of our RP will now be held on the BAND app to make it easier for members regardless of platform to join and participate.
•To fit the theme and to avoid conflict, portraying werewolves and/or vampires for role-playing purposes is not allowed. That is only for In-Character role-playing. Anything outside of that is not restricted. (For example, you have a character who has the werewolf ultimate. This type of character is completely allowed when playing in the game. But when RP'ing, the werewolf in-game aspect will be ignored.)
•We welcome all regardless of experience, from beginners to veterans, and all in between.
•We are seeking mature and respectful individuals. Age requirement - at least 17+
If you are interested or have any questions, please send me a PM, or contact PSN: Wolfsong-92
Strength and Honor!
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jarnkoldur✭✭✭Oath of the Empire
New recruits must take the oath binding them to the service of the Emperor and the Legion:
"Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor...
and unwavering obedience to the officers of his great Empire.
May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty.
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"
Yet what does one do when the Empire betrays itself? Join the Legio Luporum and find out today!"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
jarnkoldur✭✭✭"Often, in the lull of the night, the question emerges, which is the most discussed, whether if we betrayed the Empire or if the Empire betrayed us?
"How do I respond?
"Well, damn, I've never made a pact with a demon spawn from the bowels of Oblivion.The Empire on the other hand did!"
"I think that liberates the responsibility of guilt from my conscious nicely. At least for me it does."
-Albinus Naeveus, Legio Luporum, Accensus.
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!Edited by jarnkoldur on January 31, 2017 11:03PM"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
jarnkoldur✭✭✭Excerpt from "At the Foot of Bordahimmin: The First Encounter between the Legio Luporum and the Empire"
"A brave sentiment and one that stirs hope within my heart, but it shall not be easy." The argonian turned his reptilian head in the direction of the rest of the encampment. "Those men and women you see there are suffering beyond measure, their strength, devotion and hope falters and diminishes with each passing hour. We shall need supplies, resources and allies if we are to accomplish the impossible. And accomplish the impossible is what we intend to do." He turned back and looked at the flames once more, quietly content with the warmth the fire emits. "What we do at this very moment now is wait."
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
Wolfsong✭✭✭Winter berates us,
Bordahimmin judges our cause.
The Empire betrayed.
Cold, tired, hungry,
A broken legion rested.
Rebels with a cause.
The storm can't hide them.
Traitors to the great Empire!
They will be hunt down.
Little hope remains.
Will these wretched fools escape?
Only time will tell.
Join Legio Luporum, and be a part of, and help craft the story!
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jarnkoldur✭✭✭Excerpt from "At the Foot of Bordahimmin: The First Encounter between the Legio Luporum and the Empire"
He stumbled with a fuss and fell into the snow. He cursed his fortune.
*I must get up! I must get up!* He kept repeating to himself internally. Yet, his body was sore and weary and it did not heed his commands as lucidly as he demanded.
He awkwardly lifted himself up and when he stood, hunched over, he paused only to notice the plume of smoke which emerged from him with every breath he engulfed.
"I have to... I have to..." The man kept repeating over-and-over until it became nothing more than an incoherent mumble.
He began once more towards the encampment. His body was wrecked with pain from the strain of forcing himself for such a time, but it couldn't be helped. He had to warn the encampment. He had to warn them that he had witnessed the banners and flags of Imperial forces gathering at the edge of the roots of Bordahimmin. They were coming!
...
Two Grave Tongue had begun to recite a rather humorous -if not distatseful- joke about a nord, a troll and a goat when from towards the center of the camp erupted a commotion. Turning to face the direction of the clamor, his voice fell silent, as he heard the cry,
"They found us! They found us! A legion is here!"
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
Hey everyone! I'm posting to let you know that this guild is still recruiting! If you're into PvP or Roleplaying, this guild will more than fit your needs. We like to have a good time, and we want you to have a good time with us! Message Jarnkoldur on PSN if you're interested!1 -
jarnkoldur✭✭✭"Unity is power."
Old Redguard Proverb
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!Edited by jarnkoldur on February 22, 2017 2:28PM"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
jarnkoldur✭✭✭I write this message in utter urgency and to any willing to read my words, may you realize the horrid truth of our beloved Empire. Within a branch of the myriad tunnels scrawling beneath the Imperial City, the few miles which remain to our unit bide their time in quiet foreloneness. Our presence has been compromised and I am certain that the divine Arkay shall soon beckon our arrival to his hallowed halls.
Our beloved Empire has fallen!
After the occurrence of the “remissionis de anima,” or “soul-burst” -as unrefined pedestrians have taken to calling it, a darkness stirred within the very heart of the Imperial City. Sadly few realized it until it was too late.
At first came the anguish of the “soul plagued;” a madness which befell men and women of magicka aptitude and drove them into the grip of madness.
I...I can still hear the crazed screams of Arianel, a friend who fell to the maddening plague, and in the end immolated herself. As my thoughts drift to her, the aromatic stench of burning flesh curses my memories once more…
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!Edited by jarnkoldur on March 14, 2017 1:57PM"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
Wolfsong✭✭✭Many new and exciting things are happening lately. Join Legio Luporum, and see what we're all about! Newcomers always welcome
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jarnkoldur✭✭✭A gentle carressing breeze, burdening the scent of ocean spray, swept across the shore and brought a slight shiver to the argonian whom sat alone upon the beach. Water had never appealed to this argonian in particular, for he was unlike others of his kind whom were apparently fascinated with being "wet" or "moist," yet, in this instance, this argonian whom oftens disdains being wet, found some appreciation for the lapsing waters.
The argonian was Two Grave Tongue, once slave-turned-soldier of the Imperial Legion, tessarius to the 11th Legion and after the fall of thr Empire, a guiding force for the rogue legion known as the Legio Luporum- the Legion of Wolves whom want to set right the Empire.
Two Grave Tongue shifted the weight of his naked body as he sat upon the coarse sand. A reaction to the dismaying memories of having witnessed his beloved Empire fall. Perhaps in the days when he was a slave he would have been merrier and more resonating to the concept of witnessing the Imperial City being brought to it's decadent knees by the dark fires of Oblivion. Yet, he wasn't that slave anymore... he was a soldier of the Empire snd sworn to it's protection.
Be a part of the effort! Fight to reclaim the Empire! Join Legio Luporum today!"And when the truth finally dawns, it shall dawn in fire!"2 -
Wolfsong✭✭✭Want to be a part of something bigger? A cause to fight for, a mission and goal to strive for? Adventure, mystery, intrigue?
We've got all that, and more.
Join Legio Luporum today!2