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Lodge of Sorceresses is Growing towards PvE Endgame!!!

We are recruiting active players, enthusiastic about PvE content in ESO, to grow towards the Endgame (veteran Trials, which we have started running) through what we call "Midgame" content (veteran DLC Dungeons & Dragonstar Arena). To achieve our goal, we organize events everyday at 8:30pm CET (German time). We do Midgame content in a daily basis, and want to achieve the same with Endgame.

Who can join?

  • We accept Level 50+ players, for long-term camaraderie, to grow and train, until they reach ready state to do Midgame content with us...
  • We need CP 300+ players, who can attend our events at least twice a week, 8:30pm CET (events last 2-2.5 hrs max)...

What We Provide?

  • Training & Help to farm starter-level gear from vDungeons once you hit CP-160...
  • Constant training and growth to help you become a killing machine (or a healing lifespring) as we progress together...
  • Additional events for "lower level" (CP 1-200) players as they level up...
  • Fun environment to do PvE...
  • Discord - where we socialize...
  • Premium Website - where we organize our events, socialize further... Featuring event reviews written by our members...
  • Custom Planner - where we plan to organize even better (coming very soon!)
  • Guild Housing - where you can find various Crafting Stations, Transmutation Station, Mundus Stones and ever growing cool decoration for your seeing pleasure...
  • Youtube Channel - where we stream almost all events we do as a guild...

Who Shouldn't Join?

  • Whoever isn't sure about their availability and playtime. We really don't want to chase after people and remind them to sign up for events (twice a week, remember?). So if unsure, please don't waste our time!!!

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Everyone is welcome and will be appreciated to write down his character's background in this topic. Please dont make comments just post backgrounds so we can keep the topic clean. You can also post your backgrounds in the Auditorium too.


As a guildline keep in mind that you belong in "Regere Sanguine" an order created by Lamae Bal the vampire dark mother, to infiltrate the Aldmeri Dominion, masquerading as estimeed members in leading roles of the Dominion. Your orders are to undermine the plans of Molag Bal by helping and using the Dominion which in turn elevates you within it. Also you are ordered to destroy with absolute secrecy and subterfuge the church of Arkay.

This applies to the Vampire members. The werewolf members need to contact me in game @lanmorier for their guidline, as it should not be revealed to the other Regere members for RP reasons.

Edited by Morier

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    It was a dark moonless night, a night that all the nocturnal animals should have been active and loud, especially in a swamp like this one, but not tonight, it was like they knew what what was about to happen.

It must have been really cold and damp, he was sure it was, he could feel some of the yound priest's muscles twitch as they passed the narrow trail through the swamp their torches lighting  the way. He could feel their warmth as their exposed flesh touched the mist that was him, a warmth he couldnt feel himself any longer, a warmth that brought the weaknesses and pleasures  of the mortal flesh to mind. They were clearly afraid, not only because their heartbeats were racing but also in the way they moved as close to the carriage that housed the High Priest as possible, like cubs to their mother. A High Priest of Arkay would surely protect them against anything, nothing malevolent that the night may bring could hurt them, surely not, at least that was what they thought. The whole absurdity of that notion brought a smile to his lips, well it would have if he was in corporeal form, he would have even laughed at them. "How foolish they are.." he thought, "Suiting they will have a fool's death then". He never had any patience for fools or weaklings, the weak have to be culled as they would soon find out. As he exerted his will over his dark gift that had transformed his body , the mist that was him started to coalesce around two of the young acolyte priests, who froze in fear, "weaklings indeed!" he thought. Lightning broke the silence of the night, they never had the chance to scream as they saw a pale altmer with bloodshot eyes and a mocking fanged grim smile before they were turned to cinder. The cries of the rest of the young acolyte priests broke the silence of the night again as more parts of the mists struck at them with blade and spell, the rest of his brotherhood was moving as they had received their signal to attack."Such a lovely tune", " truly my favorite symphony of the night" he thought as he moved his hands much like a mad maestro to an orchestra. He reveled at the sight of the rest of his brotherhood as they slaughtered the priests, two of which held the doors of the carriage shut at it was burning, even when they shied and hissed at the fire that was their bane, "My disciplined Harbingers" he thought with pride. The cries of the High Priest burning alive inside the carriage were the crescendo of his dark song to his ears and then silence filled the night again except for the soft crackles of the fires that still scorched the carriage. "What a marvelous perfomance!" he yelled to his fellow brothers as he applauded maniacly.

   Some minutes later the scene was set to the last detail. All that the investigators would find would be several flame atronach dusts , a dremora heart and remains of a fresh dead body of a worm culitst with a half burned letter containing among other the encrypted location of one of their cult's lair. Not too hard nor too easy or they would suspect fool play. "Two birds with one stone" he thought, looking at the dead bodies of the priests with a distate at the wasted blood still flowing from their corpses, it couldnt be helped, their presence shouldnt be noticed or this would be for nothing. Lamae, the dark mother, would be pleased and thats all that mattered.



  Morier, is an enigmatic individiual with a bordering mad persona, he is usually cruel to murderous towards everyone he thinks is beneath him or not worthy to live. He can be benevolent towards people that he likes, deems worthy or is wierdly enough touched by some tragedy around them.

He has been a prisoner in coldharbour long enough that he cant even recollect his past or his real name.

After he was freed with the help of the "Prophet" he was soon approached by minions of Lamae and soon after turned into a vampire by her, a nature that for some reason felt familiar to him, maybe tied to a more sinister past that he cant remember that ties him to Lamae and Molag Bal but thats a story for another time.

He now serves Lamae, his Dark Mother and under her orders he created "Regere Sanguine" by recruiting other vampires of Laeme or by siring sons of his own, to infiltrate the Aldmeri Dominion and with it foil the plans of Molag Bal as well as destroy the church of Arkay piece by piece.

He has grown fond of the Dominion , as it is mostly comprised of strong individuals. He thinks Queen Ayrnen is a bold young Altmer with potential to build a strong empire and so he supports her in ways he finds suiting.

Edited by Morier

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Guest Sepirothine

ok, ive never really tried RP. and im not really a writer either... but here it goes. probably terrible but what the hell.



So long ago, she could not remember when,

but it was a night that she would never forget.


sephirothine was a young girl, a simple tavern maid who spent her life fullfilling her daily chores, and honing her magicka. she was not a gifted mage but hoped to one day join the mages guild and hone her somewhat lackluster abilities.

That night was almost like any other, sepirothine continued to work the tavern, untill a group of travellers entered they looked exhausted, like they had been travelling for months at a time, with no sight of their journey ending soon, choosing a spot in the corner of the tavern they took their rest.

sepirothine walked over to the group to serve, noticing they looked agitated, nervous even.

in an attempt to strike up a friendly conversation as she did with all who would come here, she enquired to the travellers about themselves. only to be met with short hostile responces from some, and nervous avoidance by the rest. 'we're just passing through, our group is hungry bring us food' one barked.


As the night deepened something started to not feel right, outside it seemed too quiet, the travellers nervous agitation created an akward atmosphere that saturated the tavern sephirothine caught parts of whispered argument between them 'they shouldnt be able...'  from one 'hunted for months..' from another.

whilst trying to overhear their conversation more closely from across the room, a figure caught her eye... sat alone, in a shadow shrouded corner, barely light by the hearthfire... she had not noticed him come in which she never did she was always alert to peoples coming and goings if she had not seen him, nobody would have.


now that she was looking at this figure despite not being able to see him clearly for some reason she could feel his gaze upon her, and felt a fearfull chill up her spine, the tavern fire licked at the shadows he was shrouded in catching a strange sparkle in his eyes.

it felt like an age that she stared at him, transfixed by his gaze, curiousness slowly turned in to fear, untill that fear made her want to shout out to anyone, something was wrong. but in the time it took her to process the need to scream and her inhaling in order to so, this figure had travelled across the room and was now holding her by the throat and she could now see the person that was sat moments before, eyes full of evil and a lust, a lust for death, she knew what this was, but thought they were just a myth.


in pure shock in this moment she tried a hit her attacker with a fire spell, but not being well versed in magicka it was hardly powerfull, it only seemed to fuel his rage. he tossed her across the room into the wall knocking her near unconcious... with blurred vision she watched at he turned his attention to the group of travellers... taunting them as he slowly walked towards them, one tried to fight and thats when the walked turned into a bloody fury, screams turned to bloody gargles as he ripped the group apart with his bare hand and teeth. 

Sepirothine summoned her strength and stood, disorientated she tried a flame spell once more, perhaps it was the fear perhaps the adrenaline or maybe both but without thinking she let forth a searing ball of flame knocking the man off his balance. after regaining his balance he turned to face her, a sick smile upon his face blood dripping from his mouth and hands, he made his way towards her.

Sephirothine tried to run she knew she would not be able to fight him off, in a dazed stumble she barerly made it to the door when she felt a hand on her shoulder, her life flashed before her eyes as the man sunk his teeth into her neck... she desperatly tried to fight him off as her vision turned to darkness as she felt death take hold of her. only to then be wakened by a womans voice.










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