Bluerock Brigands

[Mayson]

The Bluerock Brigands

1. Background
2. Ranks
3. IC Story

1. Background:

The Bluerock Brigands strive mainly for wealth and a comfortable life. They prefer to pursue their plans without using violence. However, when it comes down to it, they rely on force of arms instead of magic. Magic is most of the times avoided, since corrupted magicans are often capricious and not that loyal.
The Bluerock Brigands rarely work in the underground of a city either, because they try to stay away from the 'dirty vermin'. Needless to say, they despise the catacombs since they heard of them.

The lootings are portioned and paid to the members of the organization for their work, depending on the rank and the total of the loot.

Ranks:

Brigand Lord: This is the title for the leader of the group. Receives the highest loot together with the Robber-Knights, wears however an unique armor. Although the definition of unique may be still not that fantastic when we talk about a group of relatively poor robbers.

Robber-Knight: The Robber-Knight is the highest achievable position of a member, unless they try to go for the Brigand Lord and attempt to ambush the current one (not recommended ). The Robber-Knight receives as much loot as the Brigand Lord and they get to wear a special, relatively protective and durable armor, too. They also advice the Brigand Lord. Needless to say, there will be few of them.

Raider: Raiders are the more experienced fighters when it comes down to a conflict. They use the same armor as the Bluerock Keepers, but obtain a higher part from the lootings. They also get to know secrets of the group and have to do tougher work.

Bluerock Keeper: The title of a guard in the organization. It doesn't make a difference, if they guard a person, a place or an object, they all get this title and fair amount of the loot. For their more difficult task they receive a more protective and more condigned armor.

Brigand: The Brigand was already promoted once. They obtain more from the lootings and get a shoulder armor added to their uniform.

Bandit: The Bandit is a relatively new recruited unit, who doesn't get to know much about the structures, since the others don't trust him yet. They receive a low part from the loot and a battered armor, most of the times only to have an uniform, but the armor itself isn't worth much. They have to do the unpleasant work of course, too.


IC Story:


It was a beautiful day in Stranglethorn Vale. The birds were singing, the sky was clear and Thomas Cordley was sweating from the hot weather. He was following the main path, who guides through Stranglethorn Vale, when he suddenly came to a bridge. Two humans were standing in front of it, both wearing a brown mail armor and a tabard he never had seen before. The tabard itself was brown too and decorated with the head of a deer. Left and right from the bridge was the deep jungle and the bridge was the only way in the near to cross the river without getting wet, he could think of. He already made some unpleasant experiences with the native, giant apes here and he also didn't want to make all his clothes wet, so he decided to enter the bridge.

As he started to walk on, one of the humans raised the right hand, made a stop gesture with it and spoke to the man:"Halt! We are the guards of that bridge and we have to warn you. This bridge is damaged and insecure. It's our job to collect money for it's repair. You can only trespass, if you pay the bridge repair toll. Also, you may enter only on your own danger. Be aware of it!"
The man looked confused at the guard. "Well, this bridge looks pretty fine to me."
"Of course it does", the guard responded quickly,"but the ropes which hold this bridge are damaged. Experts have detected that."
"And how should paying you the toll make it saver for me to trespass?", Cordley replied.
"Well", the guard explained,"we will hold the ropes with our hands, so if the ropes break, we will still hold the bridge and you don't fall into the river. Besides that, the earlier we have the money for the repair, the earlier the bridge will be repaired. I suppose, you understand that."
"I will not pay for using this bridge!", Cordley protested.
"Then you shall not pass!". the guard decided and shrugged.

Thomas was about to head into the jungle when he heard out of sudden the noises done by some murlocs. He finally gave up and turned to the guards again. "How much is it?"
The right guard smiled triumphantly:"We knew, you would come back."
Thomas rolled annoyed with the eyes. "How much?!"
"Considering you are male adult and only alone it's just 15 silver!"
"Whoa, hold it! 15 silver coins? And what do you mean by 'just 15 silver'?"
"You see, we have to carry the burden of your weight when we hold the ropes by ourself, more or less. More people means more weight. And more weight means more work for us. More work means higher payment. Every person extra costs additional 25 silver, unless they are overweight, then it's additional 40 silver. Children pass for free."
"That means, if I would have brought my friends along with me, I was paying now 80 silver?", Thomas Cordley asked angrily.
"If you are three and one of them is overweight, then yes.", one of the guards responded.
"Cutpurses!", Thomas cursed.
"Hey, we never made those prices. Now hurry and get over this bridge or else you will have to pay the chat service taxes."
"Fine, here you have it". He angrily handed the guard 15 silver over.
"Have a nice day", the guard grinned goofily.

Thomas entered the bridge and before he even passed the half of it, he took a cold and refreshing bath.

"Well, all this discussing made me tired.", one of the guards commented with a low voice.

[Mayson]

Recruitment is now open. The class can be any except for paladin. Race can be any except for draenei.

[Kalen]

Thar would like to join he is a human rogue.

[Mayson]

Very well. We shall roleplay this out.

Also, if another guild wants to have a conflict with us, feel free to ask me ingame. Although, we aren't completely ready for this yet.

[AutoProtyx]

I do not want a conflict, although my guild The Obstruct Oath perhaps could have an alliance with you? We are terrorists seeking only gold. We wish to hurt no one.

[Mayson]

I do not want a conflict, although my guild The Obstruct Oath perhaps could have an alliance with you? We are terrorists seeking only gold. We wish to hurt no one.

That has of course potential. Let's talk about it ingame.

[AutoProtyx]

Okay then. Meet either Eugene, or Eledwyn. Either one is me.
And if they are not on, talk to Eustace so I could jump on my other characters.

[Mayson]

It was a mild evening in the Barrens. The moon and the stars were shining and it was quiet around Ratchet.

In the small hut in front of Ratchet, a low whispering between some persons could be heard.

"But we can't stay. It's too dangerous. If they show up...", a worried voice mumbled.
"Well, let's head to the east, so we can...", the other voice was interrupted by the first one.
"No, that won't work out. What, if the human back then was a spy for them? We need to head into a western direction.", the first voice pointed out.
"But what direction? North? South?"
"We will see that later..."

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This is a guild intern event on Friday, the 01.10.2010. It starts at 12:00 in the daytime (Servertime, GMT +0 = 8:00 P.M. ; GMT +1 = 9:00 P.M.).
Information about the start of the event will be given at that day in the guild channel.

Also, this event is the official start of our plotline, so show up if you can, please. :>

[Lynoa06]

Due to Holly (Mayson)'s departure from CotH, the guild has been put on hold.

Here is the current story. The guild will be reformed very soon, so don't worry. We'll spread Mayson's legacy!


It was a rather dark night over Theramore. Belinda's home, and the Brigands' refuge for a few weeks. It was raining for days over the swamps, and the beasts had grown wilder. Alliance troops and the Guard of Theramore had gathered intensive forces in the small villages and outposts. But some places had remained out of their reach...

"Hurry it up, will you?"

Histelene's voice, always so impetuous, resonated in Belinda's head. Both women, clad in their guild uniform, were walking in the swamps for hours. They carried each a sword on their left hip, and sidebags, filled with navigation instruments, knifes, herbs, and pretty much lots of junk. Helena whined, but followed. She was tired, and the rain had worn her for hours to go.

"My boots are filled with mud and water!"

Histelene dismissed her. Their destination, through the night and the darkness, was a small grotto, well hidden, nested in the hills north of the swamp. They kept on walking, their steps splashing, but amongst the wildlife, nothing that could be deceled. Both girls were lest and agile, for after all, they were brigands. Until they finally arrived, dawn breaking, at what seemed to be the small cave. Belinda advanced slowly, looking about. It seemed like an empty cave. Histelene beckoned to advance, and avidly, both vanished in the opening.

It was getting darker and colder, but the priest lit a torch by rubbing stones together, and they went on their way. What were they looking for? None would ever know. Belinda had been ordered to follow. She flailed about, and examined the cave. Brown, dark, moisty walls surrounded them. There was nothing else to it. The occasionnal rat would pass between their feet or aside their legs every once in a while, but nothing to truly worry about. Or so they thought.

They walked for a good half an hour, their boots carving their path in the muddy ground, until they reached a dead end. The cave itself wasn't a maze - a pretty straightforward bowel that seemed to endlessly dig inside the mountain. Histelene frowned.

"Halt here. He told me..two blues to the right, a red to the left, and a rose over the heart." she looked about. Until she noticed the strange pattern of the wall that was closing the path, and which they were facing. Belinda brought the torch closer, the flickering light revealing what seemed to be the shade of a human-like body over the orthogonal rock. "There, give me two sapphires, one ruby..and the ever lovely amaranth." Belinda obediently flipped her sidebag over, opened it, and grabbed what the other woman requested. Histelene placed the sapphires to the right of the rock, the ruby to its left. Nothing happened. She took the flower, and pressed it in the middle of the rock. A rumbling was heard.

"Holy shit.."

Suddenly, and Histelene yelped backwards as the shaking was felt, the rock slid aside. Belinda dutifully gathered the ingredients to the bag again, while the other girl advanced. Belinda followed and brought the torch. The room they just entered was like the bowel - dark, bare, moisty. Save for one little detail, which they did not initially noticed. As they stepped in the middle, they walked on a sort of dead trap. A click was heard. Histelene looked behind, and suddenly, between the opening and the girls, a body dropped down, hanging by one foot to a rope. Belinda cried in horror. The body was horribly mutilated. Most of the face was bloodied, scarred. The bound, naked arms had been burnt and whipped out, as one could say from the marks. Her breasts, too, were cut beyond human reckonizion; and while she had been left her pants on, the blood that would escape on various spots indicated she had not been spared on her lower limbs either. Most of all - her belly bore a stab, that stretched all her skin opened, leading to her dark inners. The body had been murdered so savagely. Belinda put her hand before her mouth in shock.

"The bastards..they never intended to let Helena go.. Hell, they don't intend to let US go!"

Histelene suddenly cried. In a tenth of a second she yelled. "Let's run the f**k out of here!" - too late. The opening was blocked by a man of tall stature. One with big muscles and a tough skin to match. He had black, long hair, though in the darkness it wasn't so obvious. Belinda held on her torch, and Histelene drew her sword. He advanced slowly, and drew his scimitar.

"Come, my sweeties...we'll have so much fun..."

Belinda whined in disgust. "Unspeakable horrors...so this is why..." She coughed.

"I am Eldreth Bradford. Last of my legacy. Yes, I just drew you brigands to my nest..so your little business could stop and my caravans could come to my furnaces in time.."

Said Belinda blinked. "You must do a mis-"

"En garde!" Histelene yelled. But Eldreth was not one to be easily impressed. As the girl charged, he stepped swiftly aside, and stabbed her in the back. Five times. Histelene fell at the first strike. It was poisonned. Poison and blood drippled down the blades, as he turned his sight to Belinda.

"I-I don't want THAT!", the hapless girl bewilderly looked at Histelene and Helena. "I'm not a brigand..and most of all..I am not to die!" She cried out, and in her hands, a smite of holy light would surge out. She directed it at Eldreth, and he took it right in his heart. Belinda managed, somehow, to flee; as Eldreth cursed that her organization was over, Belinda ran for her life, finally exited the cave, and withered beneath the trees.


She came to meet an outpost, where she fell, before a bemused guard. As he lifted her on her feet, she bursted in tears before the horrors, the likes of which she had never seen with her eyes. She had finally understood what was the Blackrock Brigands about - but she would not forgive Eldreth for the killings of Helena and Histelene. As she was brought with the next relief squad back to Theramore, bursting, shivering, in shock, she thought about the events. In sorrow she simply whispered a few words, with this soft, determined voice of hers. To the guards they would mean nothing, but it did not matter to her.

And so, a few days later, she embarked to Stormwind, careless about Amerand who swept her heart with his ideas of a corrupt Silver Hand, careless about Ashley who peskered her ever since she had slain this other Arylon paladin, careless about the rudeness of people or the hot weather. She hoped to find someone able to mend her, as she had mended others so many times - but, well engrained in the guild's ideologies to strike at the Horde, and now full of consuming hatred, she swore Histelene's work would not go forgotten. For since her death, she kept whispering the same words.


"Your legacy will not be left in oblivion, my dear sister..Someone from the deep will come and relieve the burden of your grieving siblings...someone will live to tell the tale and lead our holy mission against the Horde...and all unworthies..





OOC INFO
Mayson has resigned. Lynoa06 has taken control of the guild, and Belinda will hire someone to lead it again.

I'll do a revamp of said guild along Mayson's lines. We'll still be the same brigand guild, but Belinda will step away, leaving a real rogue leading it. It will revolve around events and making gold. Intrigues, plots, and alliances will be welcome.

The guild is still there in game. None has been removed. The chat channel, Researchers, has also been left untouched.


More news in a later new guild post, and until then, may good fortunes shine on your path Mayson.






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