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The Writers Guild

Erissime
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The Writers Guild (or shortly put TWG ) is an EU Megaserver Roleplaying guild for adult minds inclined towards writing and inspired by this game, focusing in Novella-rp style.

While novella-rp style may sound (and actually is) more demanding than the usual light-rp happening in ESO, we accept willing learners who genuinely wish to expand their writing and rp skills.

Lore knowledge is required within reason - but the limits are those of your own imagination. Respect for other's ideas (this lore's included) is a matter of common sense, not a rule. English language (obviously) is the only accepted one both rp and ooc. Common rp rules apply - further details upon acceptance. Joining discord is mandatory, not optional, for that is where we keep our writings and provide further details of our community (for much as we enjoy the game's emersion, writings vanish upon log off). Communication is key in a healthy environment:

https://discord.gg/3pzCNdCaS9

Rp is ultimately about writing with others about own characters, not as them - dare to improve your quill and join us!

We are not a social guild, neither a trading guild - thus no fees or unwelcome curiosities are at hand. Although we occasionally organize rp events, we do not follow a certain prescheduled pattern. We rather encourage stories to unfold, with spontaneous plays, meetings, and free spirited plays and writing, which adds depth to our stories. We also do group content activities (dungeons, trials, pvp) - but not on a schedule. We are gamers, we are writers and we are storytellers, but all that matter in the end, are the stories.

So-called "pure role-players", but not gamers are not accepted. Growth matters in every aspect of the game. While the main purpose of this guild is rp, we expect serious approach to every aspect of the game, when such endeavoured.

Housing, antiquities, and every manner of creation - welcome, praised and happily encouraged.

Last but equally important is the fact that real life comes first, we understand and respect that. Behind every player or character is a real person, and we never forget that. We expect everyone to be civil and, not use lewd comments or extreme profane language. Don't insult other members or guests and do not spam our chat. The only place drama is allowed is on stage - the rp stage!


Feel free to apply if interested, the guild is also listed in guild finder!
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Edited by Erissime on December 28, 2020 6:28PM
  • MentalShadow
    MentalShadow
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    Some things to have in mind upon applying to the writers guild:
    • Every newcomer who is accepted gets a novice rank, which is actually a 2 weeks trial period. That's helpful both for the player to see the climate & style and see for himself if he/she can fit and enjoy being among us. It is also useful for us to see the player's / writer's behavior and general activity and conduct before getting a normal member rank.
    • Behavioral maturity is expected, this is not something that we teach, but it is something that should exist before applying in our guild.
    • We are easy-going, we do have our lives and occupations. ESO is not our daily "job", it is a means to enhance and improve our writing skills while enjoying a most rich and immersive world through gaming and exploration.

    In the end, what's an adventure without a story? And what's a story without a writer?

    We are looking forward to seeing more writers joining.
    Edited by MentalShadow on December 28, 2020 6:55PM
    The Writers Guild

    EU Megaserver Roleplay Guild
  • Erissime
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    3rd Oct. 2021, 9pm Cest
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    Edited by Erissime on September 29, 2021 2:00PM
  • Reedx
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    The finest and classy guild one can find here in EU

    If you posses the heart of a roleplayer and the passion to make new storyes then you would only be missing out by not take a leap of faith and join to wonderfull guild <3
    Maker of Drama & Lover of Roleplay
  • Erissime
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    The map was unfolding on all the surface of the table, spreading before the inquiring eye a detailed narrative of the on-going war. The Pact was winning. In two months now The Pact was holding that throne in Cyrodiil for the benefit of an entire alliance, nay the whole of Tamriel. Or perhaps just a handful of greedy officials knowing how to squeeze the best out of this war.

    No matter. Dara was among those few capable of understanding the benefits of a war, both financially as well as scholarly. So many corpses, as many capabilities for studying and understanding of nature itself. As many strange and new alchemical compounds capable of producing stronger and newer poisons, and then ... the war itself. So many willing laboratory subjects offering themselves for the testing. The shadow of a smile crossed her lips at this fleeting thought, while her finger pointed on a red location on the map.

    - Bruma. If you want your main troops to hold Dragon you will want a small force despatched to Bruma. The scouts reports disclosed an imminent attack that way!

    The other general bowed and whispered a few orders to the two dunmers waiting right behind him. Quick footsteps broke the following silence as the two motioned towards the door, while another voice followed Dara's:

    - What about Drakelowe? Cropsford has been claimed by the enemy in the early hours of the morning. I say a greater danger awaits that keep, we should focus south.

    Soon after that statement several voices mingled in, the map was turned this way and that, as each and everyone of those present had an opinion, and a solution for that matter. They weren't appointed Generals for no reason! And the Pact, as proven by the latest state of things, had the best generals of them all!

    Dara remained silent. Her eyes were trailing from the map towards the envelope on the table, a little note or perhaps a whole letter sealed with the Academy's stamp, and brought in moments before that war- meeting. The weekly meeting between the (ever changing) generals of The Pact. That never ending pit of thoughts and ideas loudly expressed in tones steadily going towards a decrescendo brought by the tiredness each battle puts on an active participant regardless of its outcome. Last time she was in such a meeting she witnessed a nord throwing a whole bottle of mead towards the head of an argonian. They held Arrius that week, and successfully so. The nord however kept complaining about his loss for several days after. It was a good mead.

    - Bleakers!, shouted someone, almost like an ominous threat on top of all the other voices.
    - Aleswell!
    - Harlun!

    All names and places mingling with each other as the evening was growing into night and the heat of the debates was growing. Soon drinks were offered and refreshments, brought from some obscure chamber by invisible hands, none took notice of. That's what lower ranks were for. None knew them, none cared enough about them. War was about as selfish a business as any other one beyond. The rich held the power, and the poor were doomed to perish in anonymity. The only exception was that in war even a poor soul could make it high, while the highest could sooner than expected drown in mud. An ever changing balance of things. It was still life, just at a faster pace. What beyond the borders of Cyrodiil took years, if not generations on end to be accomplished, within could be a matter of months or days, or hours even.

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    Dara looked around her at the heated faces, then back at the map, trying to focus on the matter at hand, but it was futile. The letter seemed to grow bigger by the minute, and all of her thoughts were soon diverted back home. Strange how after all of these years she called The Academy "home". Another smile crossed her lips, and after pointing on a random spot on the map, just by means of showing she is doing "her duty" as one of the newly appointed generals in the ever changing state of things, she slipped the envelope in her pocket and with some cheap excuse none cared for, made an exit towards her quarters.
    It was a sweet night. The wind was blowing what clouds were there over the horizon, clearing the sky into tints of ethereal purples and blues over which the two moons reigned majestically. Cyrodiil was truly a blessed land, she thought. In nights like these one could envision the entire land wrapped up in the poetry of pastoral wealth with idyllic bits of life scattered all over it. Good thing Dara was none of the kind. Practical more than romantic, and ruthless even when mistakes were at hand, her own included, she merely stopped by a tree nearby and dispelling the magical seal keeping it all from prying eyes during its travels, ripped the envelope open almost with a roll of her eyes. What did Zinfar want THIS time?

    - General Vereys! - a prompt salute came from the shadows while a silhouette passed by.
    - Got time to waste on pleasantries, do you, soldier? , she snapped at him.

    She had no idea why was she suddenly so annoyed with that salute. She didn't even know the person. But if he addressed her by her title he must of been some lower rank. She didn't even take the time to learn the whole etiquette of war for that matter. Her eyes fell again on the open letter. Yes that must of been it. A whole official epistle portraying the Academy in all of its grandeur written in Zinfar's handwriting... to her. How dare he? What has she done to deserve such an insult? Weren't they on familiar terms? Were not all of her efforts in Cyrodiil a means to support that Academy? House differences? Why those were dismissed between the two of them ever since back in Glenumbra, when first they met. For twenty years they were a living proof that houses can work together for a greater good, even when one of them is a Telvanni.

    "Esteemed Professor Dara Vereys of House Hlaalu and honourable Dean of As'Danir Academy"- what happened to "Dear Dara?"

    She kept on reading the few elegantly written lines, her brows frowning with every passing word:


    "Esteemed Professor Dara Vereys of House Hlaalu and honourable Dean of As'Danir Academy,

    We hereby summon your presence at the annual academical meeting of our highly esteemed educational establishment which is to take place at the end of this semester. Due to your specific duties within our ranks, your arrival is expected at no later a time than within a week from the receiving moment of this letter. A time spell has been included in these lines for your convenience, meant to keep track of your travels so that no delay should occur from the above mentioned date. It should activate as soon as you touch the letter.

    Kind regards and the safest of travels,
    Headmaster of As'Danir Academy of Magic and Wisdom,
    Zinfar Crinnol"


    " Pompous son of a guar!" was the first clear thought Dara had upon concluding the reading of the letter. She threw her eyes over its content again before snapping her fingers, and summoning a small flame watched it all turn into ashes. One week! She had one week to reach Morrowind and find some excuse out of the war!

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    Edited by Erissime on March 12, 2023 6:33PM
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