IC: our story in English (we apoplogize for our poor English )
Some time after the fall of Stratholme two young women arrived at the gates of the cursed city. They were residents who had been away from their homes for months. Now returning to what had once been their treasured home they stood at the gates, trembling, looking through the spaces between the rusty bars and watching the undead stumble around.
“This can’t be”, said the younger one, a short, fragile woman with dark hair and fair skin. “It must be the wrong place. We have taken a wrong turn somewhere in this dead land.”
“This is our home”, replied the other one. She had a light tan, was taller and looked a lot tougher than her younger friend. “Look at the ghoul right in front the house. This used to be the baker’s shop and it’s still wearing blue shirt and black trousers…. I bet it is Jeremy, the baker’s eldest son who danced with you at your birthday party last winter.”
“Jeremy…”, the younger woman paused. Tears gathered in her eyes. “Light, do you think all the rumors are true?”
“I am afraid they are”, said her friend and placed a hand on her shoulder. “There is nothing we can do for them. We are only two and there are hundreds of them. Let’s return to the chapel. We might be safe there.”
“But mum, dad…” Tears were rolling down her pale cheeks.
“Let’s check the graveyard. It is outside the city. Maybe they got lucky and are resting in graves, their souls saved by the light.”
She nodded and followed her friend to the graveyard of Stratholme. Ash and reddish dust covered the ground. Dry roots and twigs cracked under the soles of their boots. Nothing could live here anymore.
They checked the wooden crosses and the tombstones. No luck. She could not decipher any names. They were lost, just like the city.
“Let’s leave …” suggested the older one and pulled her trembling friend close to her. “This is making you sick.”
Just as they turned around, there was a gust of wind. It was cold and dry and smelled just as rotten as the trees at the far end of the graveyard. They hadn’t gone to this part because it had not been used for years.
But now, the younger woman caught a glimpse of blue and white from there. She pulled away from her protective friend and walked to the old part of the graveyard. The great heroes of the past rested in these graves, so they had been told. Shattered tombstones, fallen statues… no one remembered their names.
And there right between the forgotten ones, flowers were growing. “Come and look at this!”
The flowers had blue petals and a soft, white light glowed in the centre of each flower.
“How amazing”, whispered the older woman and kneeled right in front of one of the flowers, touching the petals carefully. “It is alive… it’s real!”
“How can it be?”, asked her friend. “Have you ever seen anything like this?”
“Blue lilies, shining like shards of the full moon in spring”, she murmured and shook her head. She took the hand of her young friend and smiled. “If flowers can overcome such harsh conditions, there is still some hope left, isn’t it?”
The pale woman nodded and straightened her shoulders. “You are right. They are a message, maybe from the old heroes themselves. The light is still there even if it is buried beneath poison and ash. We need to do something.”
“And we will. Let’s go the chapel and send messages to all our friends. There are people who are still fighting against the darkness. We cannot let evil triumph just because we lost our hope.”
And they returned to the ruined chapel amid the cursed land. They wrote letters to their closest friends, telling them about the flowers, about the hope and how much such hope is needed to fight the darkness in people’s souls.
Their friends gathered and swore to protect and to help the weak, the forgotten, the poor and the lost. They swore to support each other and to do this with a cheerful smile and a warm and open heart.
They called their guild the “Lilien von Stratholme” (Lilies of Stratholme) and they are still fighting for the people in need in both worlds strengthened by their friendship and the magic of their secret guild hall.
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OOC: Information
Who we are:We are a small role playing guild that transferred from Celebras, we all speak German and we want to keep it that way because not all of us are comfortable using English, especially for roleplay.
Our main roleplay playground is our guild chat. The messages are always IC (with the occasional ooc) and we pretend we have avatars there who meet in a magic guild hall. Everyone has his/her own chamber connected to the guild hall. We enter the hall when awake (online). When we embark for adventures, we leave an avatar behind who stays into contact with the others. This way we can play out stories and romances within the guild chat, we can support each other and there is entertainment while doing boring tasks like farming. We come back to the hall from our adventures and rest in our rooms (go offline).
Our guild chat roleplay is in German, that’s why we hope you read and write German well enough to join the fun if you want to apply for membership. Of course, you don’t have to be fluent in German, we make plenty of mistakes ourselves but you should understand us and we want to understand you.
Interested? Write an in game letter to Terizza (guild leader and Golden Lily) There will be an in game meeting and role play talk in German.