The Cult of the Midnight Wraiths (Nearing Year 10)
Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:15 am
The Cult is an RP guild that is nearing it's tenth anniversary. We were founded on the Napa Valley shard of EA Ultima Online on March 3rd of 2000. We spent several years at the core of the RP community on Napa, and eventually moved on to play several other MMOs, such as World of Warcraft, Vanguard: Saga of Heroes, and Tabula Rasa.
We still have some of our original members. How ironic it is that we're at this time returning to our roots with Ultima Online.
Our guild centers around evil-aligned RP. We have created a religion based on some facets of many different RL religions. Our exposure to more RP limiting games over recent years has left us wanting a more in deapth RP experience, and we know we can get that here in UO where it all started.
Take a look at our website at the link below. We host a Ventrilo server and a modern forum setup, and we are always looking for interaction with other members of the community, especially other roleplayers.
And finally, a glimpse into the founding of the Church of Kerahl, which took place earlier tonight. Enjoy.
The Cult of Kerahl.
"...amen."
Deraj's prayer ended with his hands upon the base of the great pillar. The words "The Church of Kerahl" were engraved on all four sides of the stone. In old Britannian runes, the engraving below read "Glory and praise to the Dark Lord."
"Who else will come forward and serve Lord God tonight?" Silas asked. He raised a candle up as Deraj moved to the back of the room. A woman with long black hair stepped nervously forward.
"I have come." She said.
"Why have you come seeking Lord Kerahl?" The prophet asked.
"My words aren't fancy I'm afraid. I only know what my heart guides me to."
"Very well then child. Offer your prayers to God and lay your hands on the base of the pillar."
The girl prayed quietly, the words escaping her lips like a cold breath in winter. At last she finished, and keeping her head low she placed her hands on the base of the inscribed pillar.
Sheparding her to the back of the room, Silas noted the candle flicker as waves crashed against the cliff outside. He knelt before the pillar and cried out in a loud voice, "And at thy direction the Church has been founded, oh Lord. May Your hand guide us toward cleansing this land and the inhabitants of it. Glory and praise to you, oh Kerahl, the most great!" At that, the Prophet cut open his left hand and poured blood out onto the pillar, tracing the runic markings with his life's fluid. With another loud praise to the Dark Lord, Silas stood and wrapped his hand.
Deraj stared in disapproval at this odd ritual as the Prophet and Raven stepped outside together and mounted their horses.
We still have some of our original members. How ironic it is that we're at this time returning to our roots with Ultima Online.
Our guild centers around evil-aligned RP. We have created a religion based on some facets of many different RL religions. Our exposure to more RP limiting games over recent years has left us wanting a more in deapth RP experience, and we know we can get that here in UO where it all started.
Take a look at our website at the link below. We host a Ventrilo server and a modern forum setup, and we are always looking for interaction with other members of the community, especially other roleplayers.
And finally, a glimpse into the founding of the Church of Kerahl, which took place earlier tonight. Enjoy.
The Cult of Kerahl.
"...amen."
Deraj's prayer ended with his hands upon the base of the great pillar. The words "The Church of Kerahl" were engraved on all four sides of the stone. In old Britannian runes, the engraving below read "Glory and praise to the Dark Lord."
"Who else will come forward and serve Lord God tonight?" Silas asked. He raised a candle up as Deraj moved to the back of the room. A woman with long black hair stepped nervously forward.
"I have come." She said.
"Why have you come seeking Lord Kerahl?" The prophet asked.
"My words aren't fancy I'm afraid. I only know what my heart guides me to."
"Very well then child. Offer your prayers to God and lay your hands on the base of the pillar."
The girl prayed quietly, the words escaping her lips like a cold breath in winter. At last she finished, and keeping her head low she placed her hands on the base of the inscribed pillar.
Sheparding her to the back of the room, Silas noted the candle flicker as waves crashed against the cliff outside. He knelt before the pillar and cried out in a loud voice, "And at thy direction the Church has been founded, oh Lord. May Your hand guide us toward cleansing this land and the inhabitants of it. Glory and praise to you, oh Kerahl, the most great!" At that, the Prophet cut open his left hand and poured blood out onto the pillar, tracing the runic markings with his life's fluid. With another loud praise to the Dark Lord, Silas stood and wrapped his hand.
Deraj stared in disapproval at this odd ritual as the Prophet and Raven stepped outside together and mounted their horses.