Guild:Legion Of The Nameless (historical)

Legion of the Nameless [LotN]

Legion Of The Nameless [LotN]
Territory	America
Language	English
Faction	Kurzick
Type	PvX
No. of members	5
Guild Hall	Frozen Isle

Guild Activities

• Alliance Battle
• PvE Help
• PvP Combat

Recruitment

We are currently recruiting active and mature members.
Age does not matter, but please be respectful to our members.
Lack of manners WILL result in a boot from the guild.

Contact information

Leader:

• Angelus Yukito
  

Active Officers:

• Raknor Tirandri

Guild Lore

- As told by Angelus Yukito

The dark room was illuminated only by the pale strands of moonlight that passed though the decaying roof. As the clouds rolled over the moon the eight men around him seemed to phase in and out of existence like phantoms. Their ghostly appearance was completed by their black robes with dark hoods and the shining masks on their faces. The masks had no mouths, no holes other a single open strip over the mouth. They gleamed in the moonlight and reflected at impossible shadows making them seem like a sea of endless nightmares. Obsidian. A chill ran down his spine thinking of what they must’ve done to find so much of that rare material. He twisted his arm around and remembered the light rope bindings that held him to the cold table. His mind raced in panic and he had to use every ounce of his control to calm himself. Even calmed he had a lurking terror. The robed men were standing at his feet looking up at him, most likely we’re about to begin. Six of the men stood there, the other two guarded the door. Although they wore the same robes as their brethren they were clearly wearing at least some heavy armor. By the way they stood they were well trained warriors, probably ready to run though anyone who dared knock on the thin wooden door. The man closest to him seemed to be the leader. He hadn’t said anything but the others showed him something of a respectful submission. He had a wider body, probably another warrior or a dervish. Three men stood behind the leader, nothing special about them other then the unnatural calm about them. They didn’t move, they barley breathed. The last two men were flanking the leader. They each held an ordinate sheath, most likely a small knife. The terror return briefly, knives, it hadn’t occurred to him they would want him to cut him. He was slowly losing his calm and quickly slipping into a frenzied panic. He resorted to his oldest exercise, a picture of a woman appeared in his mind. Beautiful white wings wrapped part way around her. He focused on her, her every detail had to be perfect in his mind. He pictured every feather in her wings, the intricate details of her face. The embodiment of purity and light. His mind calmed once more. He quietly thanked Dwayna for her strength. The two men began to draw the knives but the image of Dwayna offered him infinite calm. As the knives slipped loose he realized they weren’t knives at all. Each of the two men held a miniature sword made of crystal or gemstone. The man on the left held a perfectly clear sword, so smooth the moonlight passed right though. The man on the right held the same thing but his looked was deep red. We would have sworn it was pure ruby but when he looked at it the color was fluid and clear. The three men in the back were suddenly surrounded by steadily growing a purple aura. As it became more powerful he could feel an unbearable pressure on his mind as the combined force of three mesmers overwhelmed him he passed out. When he opened his eyes he was standing on a beach. A familiar beach. It comforted him but he couldn’t remember where he would have seen it before. He remembered the men and the room, this must be something the mesmers pulled from his memories. He felt a little violated, but he supposed mesmers were supposed to make you feel like that. The leader was standing in front of him on the beach. His black robes had been replaced by the plain gray robes of a dervish but he still wore the obsidian mask. "Without loss there cannot be gain," leader declared from behind the mask. Although he should have been muffled he sounded as if he were every at once. "The Gods give, the Gods take, but not all loss is bad. Are you prepared to surrender yourself before the Gods so that they might give to you and take from you? You will remain yourself but you will never be the same." He was prepared to die, he was prepared for this. He gave a slow nod. The dervish began to change. His form was hard to look at as it twisted and glowed. When it finished the leader no longer stood before him but now an armored creature of almost seven feet tall stood in his place. He'd heard of this. This was the avatar state, a form only the most powerful dervish can achieve. This was an Avatar of Balthazar, the god of war made flesh. "You know me as Balthazar, and though this encounter I will change you," he spoke with a deep booming voice that could have commanded an army of millions. "My gift to you is courage, to summon strength when lesser men would run." He pointed a mail covered hand and red light flashed and disappeared. "My price is your lust for war. You will never again enjoy the roar of an army as all men should." He raised his other hand palm towards the sky and suddenly closed it into a fist. As it closed it filled with a black light. The avatar shimmered and morphed again. Now it was a cloaked man with an animal skull where he head should have been. "You know me as Grenth, and though this encounter I will change you," his voice was a rasping rattle like a dying man's last breath. "I give you judgment as your gift, the ability to be the judge of any moment. But from you I take your fear of death, you will rush towards my domain with incredible speed." Just as before a red flash and a blackened fist. The great tree of Melandru filled his vision. "You know me as Melandru, and though this encounter I will change you," he was beginning to notice his body was exhausted. "I give to you a knowledge of your conscience, let you know all the harm you will cause with your actions. I take away your ability to harm the land for selfish reasons so that you may not hurt me." Again the form changed. "You know me as Lyssa, and though this encounter I will change you," his knees had given out and now he sat where he'd fallen. "I give you creativity like you've never known before. You will think beyond every idea. From you I take your aspiration, you will never use your abilities for fame or fortune." He hadn't realized it but that familiar presence in his mind was so strong, she was here. He forced himself to watch as blue skin formed and was covered with golden armor. He watched as she opened her eyes and fixed him with a stare of infinite wisdom and patience, and love. "You know me as Dwayna, and though this encounter I will change you," he was willing. "I give you an understanding of humanity so that you might heal your brothers and sisters with all matters of body and mind. I take from you your pity and compassion, you will feel the same as you did but your decisions will never be swayed by them." His eyes had closed and now he was slipping into a darkness. Her sweet loving voice were the last think he heard and would be what he remembered most. He awoke to a shaft of daylight shinning in his face. He could see the sun overhead though a small hole in the roof. Noon? They'd started when the night was young. He was no longer tied but it didn't matter, he didn't have the strength to stand. The dervish still stood there but the others had gone. In one hand he held the clear sword and in the other hand the other clear sword only now it was blacker then the obsidian on his face. He rose and placed both swords into the sheaths at his side. He spoke. "Do not try to rise Dao, your body will not allow it, but listen closely to my words. You have been given the gifts and paid their costs, you are now more than and less than human. The one thing you will never do is leave your mark on this world. That is who we are. Some will remember you as Dao the Monk, others will forget you. Some will idolize you, others will hate you. But you will never seek out these, you have not the desire nor the will. You will work with us as our brother and support us in any cause. You are now one of the legion, The Legion of the Nameless."