[A-RP] The Rule of Three - Echo

[Morrowburn-argent-dawn (Morrowburn)]

“Magic is the art of circumventing the normal. […] The stars march in order across the sky, the seasons fall one after the other with lockstepped regularity, and men and women live and die. If that does not happen, it’s magic, the first warping of the universe, a few floorboards that are bent out of shape, waiting for industrious hands to pry them up.”
–Medivh

The Rule of Three is a cohort of magically inclined individuals, with our active focus split into three compartments. We seek to research magic of any kind, supervise safe and appropriate usage of magic on Azeroth, and move against threats to the Alliance and the common good, magical or mundane, where appropriate.

Magic

The great powers of magic bring vast possibilities of its misuse to harm and destroy. Particularly, but not exclusively so, during conflicts and war efforts, we intend to observe and ensure that, to our knowledge, magic is used within appropriate boundaries given the situation at hand.

We expect that our members present themselves according to this goal and refrain from abusing their magical abilities. We do not condone irresponsible spellwork.

Magic does not solely refer to the arcane, but also to that of the Light or Shadow, Fel, and similar such forces.

Research

A magus never ceases to broaden their knowledge. None can master magic perfectly, and as such we intend to work towards encouraging further research for magi and similar magically curious individuals regardless of age or level of skill. Be it matters of the Light, work with Fel magic or plainly arcane experiments, personal projects that abide the King’s Law and those of the Kirin Tor receive our full support.

Naturally, it is encouraged that you share the research conducted and/or cooperate with others to yield further results.

Those willing to hold lectures are more than welcome to do so.

Conflict

With war approaching once more, it has become impossible to disregard the efforts made in their entirety. While evidently aligned with the Alliance, our support will focus on magical aid and council.

As we are not inherently warmongers, our contribution shall remain vastly support focused, rather than purely offensive measures.

Apprentices

Veterans of their respective branch of magic are encouraged to take on apprentices should they deem themselves fit to do so. A position as an apprentice does not stand in the way of being an ordinary member and contributing as anyone else does.

Interest

If you find yourself interested in joining us, feel free to send a letter to Sinaldra Morrowburn . You are welcome to seek us out personally, too.

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OOC

Hello and welcome to The Rule of Three! Most of the IC operations are listed above, but evidently there are a handful of things that need clarifying on an OOC level, too!

Guidelines

• We’re a magic based guild welcoming mages, warlock, paladins/priests, shamans and so forth, anything that can use some kind of magic!
• We’re a ‘morally good’ guild, without front or secret cult basement. Promise.
  In BfA, we will be supporting the Alliance but without warmongering. Characters that die-hard want to mindlessly kill Horde are not in good hands here, I am afraid!
• As far as rules go, we merely ask that you make use of common sense. We’re a friendly bunch to begin with, and want to keep it that way!
• We’ll gladly take in new and veteran roleplayers that don’t feel entirely comfortable with the lore surrounding their magic of choice yet and help out with theories or sharing bits of lore to help their characters to become nicely rounded and just what they want them to be.

Have any more questions? Feel free to ask on this thread or contact me in-game as Morrowburn, or alternatively Inneia! If you wish, your character can assume to have found notes or rumours of the organisation somewhere they frequent, for ease of ice-breaking. A graphic for a flyer is in the works!

“This is not for idle hands, nor prying eyes. Information must not be lost. But it must not be used unwisely. Stay your hand, friend, or proceed—if you know the way.”
— Archmage Antonidas

Table of Attendance

Campaign/Event	Attendees	Location	Type	Links
Ogrepowered	2/3	Stonemaul Island	RP-PVP	Thread

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The above is a remake of the previous post on the old forums that suffered from inactivity. Not to worry, fellow magical beings, we are still alive. Click below to be shown a table of, you guessed it–

Updates!

Change	Date	Additional
Remade Forum Thread!	17/11/2018	New, fancy forum!
Added AA link and Stories	18/11/2018	See below!
Tweaking of post and AA	06/01/2019	See above/AA!

Our AA page can be found under /node/213654

Stories and Journals

Name	Type	Author
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[Inneia-argent-dawn]

The short story bellow relates to the current quest chain the guild is taking part in.

In the distance, on a treacherous rock still stood the broken remnant of a small trading ship. Peter Ashworth regarded it with sunken, tired eyes, remorse and grief clouding his view as the setting sun cast purple shades across the sky. He sat on the edge of the cliff, bones heavy and rigid and the years of misfortune sat like an anchor on his shoulders, grounding him away from the small village behind him that struggled to pick itself back on its feet. The worgens – his people – they went through too much without needing the tragedy of the past weeks; the exile from their homeland only led to a false sense of security in Ashenvale but the war had chased them out of there as well. He couldn’t have known back then that a storm would throw them to the shores of Kul Tiras and he couldn’t have known that more misfortune would await them there but then, he had to wonder if it would have just been more merciful to fight it out on Kalimdor than face the terrors of dark and shadowy forests of Durstvar.

Control seemed to seep between the cracks of his fingers, the world had changed since he last had the chance to look at it or perhaps it had always been such crappy place to live in and Greymane had been correct to seal them off from everyone. As the thought crossed his mind, that a wall around their village wouldn’t have been such a bad idea a loud scream pierced his ears. He didn’t need to look to know it came from the village and without hesitation, Peter pushed himself off the ground and dashed towards it. In the centre his captain of the guard, Gerald, stood with a torch, held back by three villagers no less as he snarled and struggled to shake them off of his massive frame. Before him a woman – a widow if he remembered correctly, Genevive – pleaded with him desperately to calm down, to step away. Peter immediately intervened and snuffed the fire of the torch out with a well aimed ice bolt knocking it out of Gerald’s hands.

“ What is happening? “ Peter bellowed, tiredness in his eyes replaced by clarity and wariness. He stared pointedly at Gerald who finally managed to shake off his three subordinates, snarling dangerously as he marched towards Peter.

“ I’m burning it down. All of it. We’re not living in corruption. Whatever those monsters did, it’s locked onto the bodies, on the walls and-- “

“ You can’t! Peter! You can’t let him do this, please! We’ve nowhere to go! “ Genevive’s interrupted, scrambling towards Peter with panic in her eyes, clutching an old, torn coat in her hands that was two sizes too big for her. His gaze fell onto the house behind her and the very vivid memories flashed sharply in his mind.

A man, hanging from the beams of the house, his fur torn and bloodied, claws broken and void dripping from the cracks in his skin. The house itself a torn mess with nightmarish messages scribbled onto the walls in his own blood.

He blinked, feeling dizzy. His head shook to tear the memory from his consciousness and deathly silence fell upon the village. It was as if time itself held its breath, waiting for the response, dozens of eyes set on him expecting an answer he never really felt like he should be responsible to give. He understood both sides of them, understood Gerald’s need to erase the terrors they faced recently and understood Genevive’s desire to simply stop somewhere, stop building and stop running. They both lost far too much for him to be making this choice for them.

The pressure felt like steal on his shoulders, Gerald’s heavy breathing at that point the only sound breaking out the silence and as Peter’s eyes rose to meet his, he saw the grief, the anger in his captain’s eyes. “ Don’t burn it. “ He stated and rose his hand to stop the other from interrupting him. “ Not all of it. Destroy what was corrupted but we’re not running anymore. It’s time to actually fight for what we need, we’re not nomads. “

His shoulders sagged as he turned to face his people, a third from what left Ashenvale left to watch him make this decision for them. He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky to ask for guidance and support, none of which was offered. “ I know we’ve been through far too much. I know you’re all tired and angry. What happened here was-- scarring. But we will rebuild. I ask those of you able to house the few that will lose their homes in this process. We will honour those we lost by continuing to live and I’ll make sure void won’t seep into this village again. You have my word. “

[Morrowburn-argent-dawn (Morrowburn)]

The days grew heavier, in a way she struggled to describe. The blood that had been soaking the soil had dried, reached a shade of brown that made it nigh indistinguishable from the dirt it had drenched hours or even days ago. Her own wounds had been burning, muscles sore and damaged, but it was nothing she intended to suffer for more than a few days at the most, until a mender would be found to treat her properly. The days she had spent in the tower had been plenty, usually filled with scribbling and sketching away on papers she discarded moments later or that laid chaotically spread across the desk she had claimed for herself.
What she produced was a simple piece of paper, in the end- pinned to a board in the camp, amidst flasks and scrolls, and other notes describing deployments and research.

Colleagues. Friends.

We are at war. A war that is not ruthless, a war that does not require us to do away with what makes us in favour of standing victorious.
This is another war, another fight, another battle to walk away from as victor.
We shall not be stepped over, we shall not be blind in the dark.
We will be punishment for their crimes, we will push them away for every piece of land taken from our hands.
Every action demands a reaction. Every call has its echo.
We will be that echo.

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As grand as it may sound, the participation in the Ogrepowered campaign brought forth an experimental plan for a task-force that moves on quid-pro-quo basis. Colourfully named Echo, this may very well entail not only guildmates but friends and colleagues that want to tag along and are willing to move in a more organised matter while not part of an organisation specialising in such tactics.

We loved the Ogrepowered campaign and enjoyed ourselves splendidly, it was great fun and my thanks goes out to the Mods and Rogmasha for giving us such a wonderful time together! <3

[Inneia-argent-dawn]

As the preparations for follow-up event start, here’s a little teaser of what’s to come!

It had all been perfect until now, everything they craved and sought after had been at the ends of his fingertips only to be yanked away by an arrogant fool. His fist slammed against the thick mahogany table, rattling and crashing the many vials that littered the surface and spilling vile liquid across letters and documents too unimportant to pay mind to. Dark and menacing smoke surrounded him in a terrifying mist as his scarred lips twisted into a grimace.

Adelaide stood her ground unflinching, looking bored at her Lord’s theatrical outburst but her two assistants ducked away from her sides, one of the assistants whimpering quietly as the smoke twisted and turned around their master’s features, painting him as a tower of lavish furs and mangled flesh. “ With all due respect, sir, “ She droned, her monotone voice carrying her disinterest with vocal clarity as she glanced aside to the tall bookcase filled with her scrolls and her research. “ I warned you about putting that fool of a mage as your head. I foresaw this happening long before your cousin thought of it. “

A deep, skin crawling growl echoed from the smoke at her words, her lips pursing in response and her gaze flicking from one shadowy corner to another, as if in search for something. A glimmer of light twinkled from atop a small chest and a twitch of movement was all that was needed to paint a smile on Adelaide face. “ Then—“ His voice, raspy and as unpleasant as gravel on bare feet drew her attention back towards her Lord. He leaned his massive frame over the table, the wood crying in strain to support him as he edged closer. She barely kept from flinching away from the stench of decay coming from her mouth. “ How will you fix my mistake, dear Ada? “

“ Quite simple, really. “ Adelaide’s thin arms stretched invitingly and the shadow moved from the chest, a lithe woman stepping next to Adelaide into the light of the flickering flame and peered quietly at their Lord. The latter flinched and stepped back, the chair behind him rattling as his legs hit it out of place. “ We send her. “

As a little send-off note; we’re doing a little re-tweaking of the guild and we’re hoping to attract more magically inclined members to join us on our adventures! If you’re interested you can pop a message to either me or Sinaldra!

[Desartin-argent-dawn (Desartin)]

I just wish to drop my stamp of approval here. Morrowburn and Inneia are some of the best and nicest rp’ers that I’ve met, and they do know their stuff when it comes to lore!

Also I was totally not forced to place this message under threat of my cat being stolen.

Looks to his side nervously