Monday, September 27, 2010

Solo...

I have left my own guild... This happened a few moons ago but it had to be done for my own sanity. Let me explain. When a Guild Mistress/Master has no voice something has gone terribly wrong. When people run the name that you spent days to think of and compose into the ground without a care, again.. something has gone wrong. I had no voice. So instead of telling everyone to get the hell out. That I was loosing my mind being in the prescence of some, I left. I do not feel as if I abandoned anyone or anything but only regained my ambitions and insights. I do not feel like anything was taken from me, other than my sanity for a short time. I have stayed pleasent to all whom have asked and inquired. Although nothing was pleasent. In the short time I have been seperated from the home I knew and loved long ago I have bettered myself in so many ways. Expanding my social circle or being reclusive, which ever I was in the mood for.

You see I opened Eternal Legion to everyone to let them belong somewhere. It would never have been right to ask anyone to leave the home they have helped make. It is a shame however since my leaving that negative reports have found me. Trolls and lack of leadership, but it takes time to build something anew and make it your own. I hope they are trying and thinking of every member that they are equal to and not taking just what they want into accord. I have no idea what is to be made of a name that I once held so dear to my heart, only do I wish that it becomes something great as always.

Give them time... Understand that it takes time... And support each other as a family... Then you will be fine.

Tear each other apart and you will fall.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Something is amiss...

     Things have slowed, and a silent hush falls over Azeroth. Winds pick up and ease through the columns of Dalaran. Wildlife burrows underground and something raises the hair on the back of my neck. Something is coming, something catastrophic.

     The alleyways are bare, not filled with the usual hustle. Dice have found their owners pockets, and cards scattered with the breeze. Nobels attend their court, but it is I who know that there are voices who speak in whispers of a change, the change that will define us further in our existence. I have ears in every nook of this place, they tell of tales to disturb the ongoing life of this Rogue. I shall never give in.