The Calling
Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 9:46 am
"You must return Altáriël, you are needed. I have given you time, your children are grown and safe, but now you must go. Return to your people Altáriël."
The Mother's words rang through Jetamio's mind as she sat at the table with the other leaders as they argued constantly. The House was failing, their numbers depleted.
Tunare had come to her in a dream a few weeks ago, and Jetamio had taken heed of her words and left almost immediatly. She had stopped only long enough to say goodbye. Dressed in her fine but worn armour she had made the long trek back to Darkwind's halls.
But the guild was in trouble. She had arrived too late, could do little to help but aid in the everyday running.
Now amid much discussion, the council had decided to disband the House, preferring it to be remembered in its glory rather than as a run down house. They gave the people a week to find new homes before they closed the halls for good.
Jetamio felt at a loss. She had served along side many of the oldtimers of the house, but many that had joined since did not know her. She had been gone so long she had been forgotten, and had no reputation to gain her entry to another powerful house which she needed to further her cause.
Her Gifts from the Mother were too subtle to be taken seriously by mortals, and the great power she had possessed in her previous stint were now far overshadowed by the mortals now. They had rampaged through the seat of the Sun God, pillaging Mayongs minions of their loot as they went. Which of course was fair enough by her, but it left her in a very vulnerable position.
She had to find a way around this problem.
(( As from the 26th, Darkwind is no more. The guild is dying beyond hope of recovery, there is simply no one left to recruit from. We have decided to disband the guild rather than become another old and abandoned guild. We are all to find new guilds, but I am so far behind now gear and AA wise that I dont think I will get into another high end guild when those guilds can have the pickings of our 'ubers'. But who knows, we shall see.))
The Mother's words rang through Jetamio's mind as she sat at the table with the other leaders as they argued constantly. The House was failing, their numbers depleted.
Tunare had come to her in a dream a few weeks ago, and Jetamio had taken heed of her words and left almost immediatly. She had stopped only long enough to say goodbye. Dressed in her fine but worn armour she had made the long trek back to Darkwind's halls.
But the guild was in trouble. She had arrived too late, could do little to help but aid in the everyday running.
Now amid much discussion, the council had decided to disband the House, preferring it to be remembered in its glory rather than as a run down house. They gave the people a week to find new homes before they closed the halls for good.
Jetamio felt at a loss. She had served along side many of the oldtimers of the house, but many that had joined since did not know her. She had been gone so long she had been forgotten, and had no reputation to gain her entry to another powerful house which she needed to further her cause.
Her Gifts from the Mother were too subtle to be taken seriously by mortals, and the great power she had possessed in her previous stint were now far overshadowed by the mortals now. They had rampaged through the seat of the Sun God, pillaging Mayongs minions of their loot as they went. Which of course was fair enough by her, but it left her in a very vulnerable position.
She had to find a way around this problem.
(( As from the 26th, Darkwind is no more. The guild is dying beyond hope of recovery, there is simply no one left to recruit from. We have decided to disband the guild rather than become another old and abandoned guild. We are all to find new guilds, but I am so far behind now gear and AA wise that I dont think I will get into another high end guild when those guilds can have the pickings of our 'ubers'. But who knows, we shall see.))