As you walk through the Silvermoon City Bazaar, you hear crazed screaming, that seems to be getting closer. Eventually, the source comes into view. A Blood elf, male, in terrible shape from the looks of him. Clothes tattered, eyes bloodshot, and worst of all, hair in complete disarray.
He runs straight up to you, grasping your shoulder and catching his breath. He looks at you, and you see pure terror in his eyes.
Still breathing heavily, the man is able to spit out a few broken words. "They're back...He...won't stop...warn...them."
And at that, the man continues on his inane rampage, screaming at random people. He runs into a dark alley across the bazaar, where his screams are cut short with a gurgle and a laugh.
((There you have it! The guild that was once Innate Chaos is now known as Malevolence Incarnate, and we're looking for signatures. You may not have heard of us before, as we were never that large an operation. Cut short too early, I've returned to the game, and am giving the guild another chance.
Innate Chaos was mostly a small group of homicidal psychopaths and the followers they gained. In character, of course. But with the current elemental disarray, recruiting of Malevolence Incarnate isn't nearly as picky. Out of character, we're looking for a fun group of open-minded people, who also roleplay. In character, any characters who might be considered unlawful, wicked, evil, or downright insane can consider this group, Its' fortress, and all of its' members, safe and secure.
As of this point in time, the guild is not yet up. But any and all signatures, whether you want to join permanently, or are just looking to lend a helping hand, are more than welcome. If you're interested, contact this character, Fastice, Or Illithan, all on cenarion circle. If none of those characters are on, send a letter to any of them and I'll get back asap.
Thanks in advance, and have a good day!))
He runs straight up to you, grasping your shoulder and catching his breath. He looks at you, and you see pure terror in his eyes.
Still breathing heavily, the man is able to spit out a few broken words. "They're back...He...won't stop...warn...them."
And at that, the man continues on his inane rampage, screaming at random people. He runs into a dark alley across the bazaar, where his screams are cut short with a gurgle and a laugh.
((There you have it! The guild that was once Innate Chaos is now known as Malevolence Incarnate, and we're looking for signatures. You may not have heard of us before, as we were never that large an operation. Cut short too early, I've returned to the game, and am giving the guild another chance.
Innate Chaos was mostly a small group of homicidal psychopaths and the followers they gained. In character, of course. But with the current elemental disarray, recruiting of Malevolence Incarnate isn't nearly as picky. Out of character, we're looking for a fun group of open-minded people, who also roleplay. In character, any characters who might be considered unlawful, wicked, evil, or downright insane can consider this group, Its' fortress, and all of its' members, safe and secure.
As of this point in time, the guild is not yet up. But any and all signatures, whether you want to join permanently, or are just looking to lend a helping hand, are more than welcome. If you're interested, contact this character, Fastice, Or Illithan, all on cenarion circle. If none of those characters are on, send a letter to any of them and I'll get back asap.
Thanks in advance, and have a good day!))
