Hmhmhm! New people in our midst means new alliances are surely building. Perhaps we can soon investigate that certain perilous place a bit better with the fresh blood in tow? Ah. Time will tell. Time will tell…
Maybe then we can progress to soon have a good roof over our heads so that the The Exhumer stops his whinging and whining.
Now, this looks like a job for me
Really like this concept!
Hey, all I want is one night without snow in my eyes. Is that too much to ask?
I would like to know more, when are you usually online?
If Cryptabeth isn’t online then do drop them an in-game mail!
Hello everyone, me again!
So we had a sudden surge in new friends, and it revealed a fatal flaw…getting hold of someone via /w alone, even mail, can be a real pain! So I’ve added our Discord to the OP.
In addition, made a few changes to it in prep for a wider edit after our upcoming event. Why? Well, we’ll soon be entering our NEXT STAGE! What does that mean I hear you ask, well, it means we’ll have a roof over our heads…
…that and a lot more Scourge at our disposal to turn upon the living! Fortunate considering what the future holds in the New Year. No better time to settle in before the corpses swarm!
Last night the Secession went ham on a band of mindless, undead quilboar wandering about the icy wastes of Icecrown with the aim to subjugate them. It was everything but a boar-… ahem, bore.
If you’re squealing for some proper Scourge RP, we’re still looking for friends to bolster our ranks. Come on, give us a pork-… I mean poke.
Amazing concept!
Really hope it kicks!
My guild has a storyline right now about the Remnants of the Scourge, maybe we will set sails to Northrend in the future and meet you guys.
Little rp-pvp here and there :3
Lordaeron Vanguard against the Scourge once more! 
“To bring fear can’t be the real reason you’re doing this. The Ebon Blade are feared by the living, why would you become Scourge for something you already had?”
"Feared? No. The living see the Ebon Blade for what they have become: a tool. A tool to keep the things they truly fear away. So soft on the living, mewling in Acherus, that they will give up all aspiration, all goals, to act as jailers of the damned, guarding the gates of hell. All while Mograine lets Bolvar run away to play father? I was created to remind the living to fear the dead…not be Mograine’s self-pitying slave.
The things the dead have to do to survive…
Not the most noble and distinquished of events, but it did offer us a chance to get to know eachother better! That and it got us more Scourge under the control of the Warband. With Scarabs, Zombies, Banshees, and Quilboar, we’ve got quite the little mobile force now! Add to that the quite a few new faces that have joined us lately, and we’re becoming what might be called a threat…
Don’t you worry though, all you living things hiding in your beds, our sights are still set on dominating the dead and spreading our influence there. You’re safe! For now.
Our next main objective is to assault other Warbands on Icecrown Glacier, test defences, find viable locations for a power base, and then take it by force or by treachery. Might we find a necropolis? Or abandoned vrykul outpost? Perhaps old Ashen holdouts? Who knows, but if you’re looking to enjoy finding out, then NOW is the time to JOIN! Remember you can do this at our Discord most efficiently.
It won’t be long after we dig our heels in that our sights will turn East and South, to greater things, and no longer will we be a ragtag group of unfortunate souls…
Did you feed the Warlord recently?
That overgrown beetle needs to go on a diet.
Excuse you, Warlord Anub’itzal is a growing boy. Well. He was.
But something more important than his eating habits:
It’s holiday time, friends and foes! The coldest time of year is upon us, and while us corpses absolutely love the cold, sometimes it’s too bloody cold! We’ve huddled up inside of our Slaughterhouse, set the Ghouls, Scarabs, Quilbones, Banshees, and Weebominations on watch, and settled in to weather the freeze. All while grumbling about bah humbug and other such anti holiday nonsense, of course.
All that is to say, we’re hibernating for the next few weeks, while we do things IRL. No Scourging for 3 weeks?! This is a tragedy!
Fortunately, this gives me time to cook, and in the New Year our first adventure back in action will be a prologue to having a foothold on Eastern Kingdoms! What will this mean for the living? You’ll all just have to shiver in fear while you wait…
…and shiver in the cold. Because brrrr!
Happy Holidays, posters, and wishing you a Happy New Year from all of us Secession Scourge.
Very interested in this concept! I know you’re on a break currently for the holidays, but is there any means to get in touch in the mean time to discuss the guild a little more, I’d love to take the chance to level/get the mog I want over the break, and hoping a discussion would help me cement which scourge concept I want to go for (there’s so many, I love the scourge)
And so the Dead shake off the icicles and lift the lids of their graves.
We’re back from holiday!
But don’t worry, you Living are safe. We won’t be arriving on Eastern Kingdoms for at least a few weeks…
10/10 people, would recommend being questioned and do it all over again.
Through ancient tunnels, across yawning chasms,
Over Titan ruins, under cities forgotten,
No pause was had, no rest, no bed, no taverns,
The path to the living…has now been trodden.
Not anymooore…
The Secession has set foot on mortal soil, and have taken a pocket of land in the name of the Scourge. The Rampant Scourge of Eastern Kingdoms, without direction, without strength, have already been made to fear the return of their long distant Masters. Now who might be next? Who else needs reminding to fear that which walks in the dark and crawls from the grave? Why, the living, of course!
So if you find yourself in Eastern Plaguelands and the undead seem unusually coordinated, or perhaps a flash of a runeblade in the distance? Think back to Lordaeron, to Quel’thalas, and remember:
You are next.
Not my beloved Lordaeron and Andorhal… again.
Come forth, Undead. Face your judgment!
(Hope to meet you ingame soon!)
No-one can raise a family quite like the cult of the damned.
For Light and Lordaeron!
The true sons and daughters of Lordaeron will come for you!
(Hopefully we get to meet, we are in Tyr’s Hand atm, patrolling Eastern Plaguelands <3)
Muuuum, the enemies are being scary, come pick me up 