'96-97 Dark Sun Online
   Azeraab, Aserath, Andro, Baldy, Malger, Lasgar, names that will forever haunt the the memories of those who inhabited this forsaken desert world. The red stained sand marked our presence here. Traveling outside the safety of town meant asking our permission. We, the only ones ever to dare, resurrected Rajaat and perpetrated a second clensing war leaving behind the corpses of the unworthy.

'97-99 Ultima Online
   Azeraab, Nouma, Tzarna, Aserath, Meech, Figs, Malger, Ancalagon, Eclipso and Dirtybob formed the core of a nameless group of lunatics who traveled this world looking for violence. Where none could be found it was created. Traveling in groups of 3 or 4, those who outnumbered us 4 to 1 would flee in terror. Anyone too slow or too stupid to run would be slaughtered mercilessly.

'00-01 EverQuest
   Eclipso and Dirtybob dragged Azeraab to this lifeless, boring world, bearing for the first time the name Dies Irae. Recruiting the likes of Damug, Grimodin, Budybob and Falkkon to the cause we breathed life into this tedious place, replaceing boredom with fear. Fear of certain death.

'01-02 Dark age of Camelot
   The carnage continues. The denizns of Albion and Hibernia face our heartless wrath. Punishment for impurity is thier only birthright. Those who poke thier heads from thier pathetic hiding places find only the blade.

'02-04 Dark Sun Online (NWN version)
   We have returned. The sands again run red with blood. Azeraab, Jachyra, Lasgar, Demilich, Ultra and Dante left the denizens cowering fear.

'03-03 Shadowbane
   Lasgar and Eclipso made a brief, but devastating appearance here. A chance to kill is oh so hard to resist. hahahahaha

'04-?? World of Warcraft
   Our blades hunger for fresh meat. Our muscles ripple with anticipation. Death again will pervade.

   The day of the apocalypse that will bring about the death of all who live. The day when the Lord will punish the unworthy souls with his judgement of fire.

   The guild of the apocalypse that will bring about the death of all who live. The guild where we, your lords, will punish the unworthy souls with our judgement of fire.

   We are the heartless, soulless slayers of the weak. Destroyers of love, defenders of injustice, priests of hate, rapists of the pure. We kill without mercy or conscience. We kill you for the clothes on your back, or just because your screams of agony amuse us. We baptise the corpses of children in the blood of their mothers. For every soul is unworthy to our cold, dark, eyes.

   Fear not our gospel of despair. Embrace the flame of our pure hatred. The light from your burning corpses will guide us to our destiny. The meek shall be buried in the earth. Upon thier graves will rest our unholy throne of blood. We will preside over our kingdom of stillness, of scorched corpses, of perfect silence.

   Perfect.
































































































































































Outdoor hiking and fun

SEO Site Design and Search engine optimization by Fractured Studios