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PvE Raid Core - we successfully filled existing gaps within our Core and are recruiting to complement it with additional "reserves". We looking forward to 2x DDs, 1x Healer, 1x Tank. Read more here for requirements and follow the instructions to join!
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Social Players - currently recruiting towards our Social recruitment slots - invitation only by interview. Please contact me in-game (@Glevissig) for it.
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Part I Evelyn was steaming with anger as she descended the stairs of the tower where the sorceresses had held their meeting. How did they all dare tell her off like that? How did they dare pretending to never have done something similar? They all wanted the same. They all worked toward the same goal. How dare they question her methods, when her methods had been fruitful? So some peasants had died and a village had burned to the ground, and maybe she had had something to do with a tiny curse that had caused a bridge to collapse on top of some important tradesmen. But when it all came down to it, she had also made certain the Queen would now take a peaceful approach when dealing with the wandering khajiiti tradesmen. â€œEvelyn!â€ It was the raspy voice of Whisper-In-Ears calling her name. Of course she would be the one trying to persuade her to come back, always doing the Sorceressâ€™ bidding. Had she been a slave once decades ago? Evelyn was not sure, but something in Whispers serving attitude and her eagerness to please was mindboggling annoying. She had such great powers and yet all she did was teach the children of some nobleman down in Auridon. Evelyn sprang for the door two stairs at a time, grabbed the ornamented handled and wringed it open. The night air cold in her face, she slammed the door shut behind her, before Whisper could reach it, and with an elegant turn and a click of her heals vanished into thin air. Whisper-In-Ears stumbled out into the night. â€œEvelyn, be reaâ€¦â€ her voice trailed off as she realized Evelyn had teleported, probably back home to Crosswych. She sighed, wondering if they had been too harsh in their accusations. Evelyn was young and eager, and when she had set her mind on something she worked relentless towards the goal. Where they to blame for her crimes? Had they asked too much of her, too soon? She had such great powers and a huge potential, all the elders agreed. Whisper-In-Ears shaked her head at the stars above. â€œMay the river carry you back to us Evelyn Wicktonâ€ she whispered and went back inside to her sisters. She could hear them arguing upstairs, as she ascended the stairs. Some had taken Evelynâ€™s side. Not many, but enough and a few where in a position for it to matter a great deal. Whisper whished their leader was here, but she was with the Queen and could not attend. She rarely did these days. She would send Whisper to be her ears and eyes, but Whisper was sure she had other methods of knowing exactly what happened at the meetings aswell. It was no secret that the current leader of the Sorceresses was perhaps the greatest seer ever to have walked the lands of Tamriel. Evelyn Wickton appeared with a small crackle and a poof of silvery smoke outside the low fence of a small wooden cottage. Her anger still burning inside her, she pointed her staff at an old apple tree, which stood ablaze and crumbled to ashes within seconds. She was sick and tired of the sisterhood and their strict rules. Do no harm to others. Keep the secret if it costs you your life. If you have such great magic to wield, why settle for a life in the shadows and let others rein? Evelyn never understood why the Seer did not just seize the throne? She could rise up and become the empress Tamriel needed. She had countless mages, witches and sorceresses doing her bidding. An army of magic users might not be strong in the arm, but the mind can conquer the sword. She walked up the small path and kicked open the door. Inside the small kitchen she let more anger flow into her staff to light a fire. â€œDirect your anger towards something useful Eveâ€ her motherâ€™s soothing voice echoing in her head. Useful. She ought to burn down this forsaken place and leave. The town would be better off without her. She would be better off. Evelyn sat down at the kitchen table, all anger seeping out of her all of a sudden, and she let her head fall down on her arms sobbing. To be continued...