Welcome All!   

Shadow Over Magdalene is the RP story of House Magdalene and other guilds we come to know. It has become a hoppy of mine and an out let for an orginal and creative writing style. If your in the guild or part of the alliance, or are just checking us out feel free to say hi, make a post for discussion, or even have some writing of your own you would like to share with the class.

Resurrected Souls over Shadowy Monsters:

Spirits of the dead began to rise tearing away from their mortal imprisonment strewn about the burning city in an out numbered and massive body count. Their emotionless faces gave no hint to their unrest and denial to the after life. Soul's don't like sticking around, they just want to go home when the bargain is fulfilled. Their spiritual remembered hands grasp for tools of war and began to fight for more seconds wavered and finger signed by time. The once dead Magdalene army resurrected in the wake of defeat baring haunting shades of deathly grey. A new standard blazed high over top looking down and threw out the carnage below in a gazing fury of war fire perfectly adoring the 10 foot high arched door gates which were blown apart. The sieged, last of the many, Magdalene's inside halted all further progression into the protective core they shielded around and so dearly desired to defend.

Arrow fire barraged skimming head tops while the elements bombarded outside the hot gates with heavy fire power and earth splitting eruptions. Moonai fought tauntingly, back to the front, with standing massive damage while monks lifted their hands in joyful prayer and cool earth bindings held her with smug reassurance. The dead souls of Magdalene battled on, equalling the odds surprisingly unexpected and throwing heaving wait to the dying arm of the ancient history recording scale.

.......countinued in the Role play section

We are going to have a Guild night  

Hump day, Wednesday. I will be bugging every one on Wednesday nights, no I won't leave you alone and no you can't go home! ;J

Lets find some stuff to do and get some peeps out.

Once a gamer, always a gamer.  

GW is just one game in a long line of good games and in comparison to the bigger picture here.

We are gammers, for what ever reason, this is where we find that piece of enjoyment that we like. That is what a gammer is, we like our video games! Yes I speaking of the obvious.

This Web site started with GW but it doesn't have to end there. This web site will now be used  for what ever game we play. Lets talk about games. This is the new community. GW is only one small game in comparison to the friends we make along the way.

Tally-hoe and game long!

Shadow over Magdalene (part two) Shadow of Hatered  

Their they fought and their they stood, undeniable breaching the way ward doors set on fire like a portal from hell. 
"Kill anything that comes threw that DOOR!" Moonai's out stretch bony fingers pointed like a witch using words more powerful then any song and dance.

The camera shot out from her mouth, like fire sent from a dragon breathing tongue, following down threw her arm and shooting off from her blasphemous finger. The camera flung from her fingers spinning from side to side in echo of her commands reviling Magdalene's being fueled and over come by Moonai's hate. Her hate touched them all, washing over them, turning their eye's dark as blood and with a thirst for it, even greater.

The Demons of the Air funneled threw the open stone shattered gates which lead into the palace of Magdalene. At first swarming threw laughingly feeding off of fear but then an unpredictable thing accrued, fear turned into hate, the kind of hate that breaks all bonds to reality and put's you in a place far from.

All that the human eye could see was the picture like flashing light of fire from the flaming arched entrance and the massive embrace of enraged adrenaline. Surely Hell was coming threw but now only to meet another hell greeting on the other side.

Moonai's laugh crackling split threw the air, "Come an face me, come and face what you seek, demons!"  Her old, scarred over wound of betrayal suddenly burst into pain, her hand went to right chest like her heart had switched sides and ready to stop. It pulsed and thumped and began to spread in black veiny lines in a large circle around the old wound. The essences of time slowed down to a slow pulse before her eye's. She could hear heart beats and the breath of breathing, she heard her men cry for her banner and she could see the blood splattering like an enjoyable feeding freezing with extinct remorse. The wave of demons were smashed backward and repelled from the hot gates of Magdalene!

The fire arched around the gates dancing in rhythm to the beat of the war drums which rung echoing off. The spirits of the dead began to rise, magnetically pulled into the fire. The fire blazing around Magdalene's door's began to change, fire began to fight it's own fire, like a master peace of art captivating with fully empowered emotion of the most powerful kind.

Wave after wave came but Magdalene held like an unmovable wall cutting them down like reapers on a war path.

Dear John, (err Mag buddies)  

So last night you remember that I said I was going to join up with the guild I first started GW with...I have done that - I think for my guild it will be the respite we so desperately need. I like all you guys and it isnt anything you did - I think for the time being we just need a change of pace, a time to rebuild away from all the turmoil. I lost half my guild from ROAM to last night, for various reasons but it shows me that I need time to focus on healing and rebuilding. I may rejoin Mag someday (if thats an option) but for now I think its better for us to separate. I wish you all the best and if you want to game with me gimme a shout anytime.

Good Luck and Have Fun!

Christine aka Elewyn

Horns by the Bull  

Maglings will be taking the lead in attempts to form a new alliance, thank you SNM for standing by us and Christine for giving me the encouragement to go ahead with this. Every thing has to start from some where, and then there was two; only one way to go from here. Flood gates are open, let the madness begin, executioners will be standing by to take your call, all our welcome to come to our Silent Hill.

MUHAHAHAHAHA *Burp*

Snap, crackle and a moder phucking pop!

"Quack, Quack"

Ok, who let the phucking duck in!? Put your hand down Omar, it's ok, we know."

Ignore the smoke and smile  

RAVN's loss left a mass of emptiness where bodies occupied. Fingers pointed, eye's of blame on Magdalene. Thus the day has come where we have parted ways with RAVN. A moment of remembrance as friends part ways looking now to new days up ahead...........

Finally it has come, sprung from a leader who cares nothing save my own battles in which I face in the real world. This game I am here because it is a place where I fill the void of time and enjoyment. I have been so privilege to lead and to create this place of enjoyment, unfortunately others do not share my same views but there are many that do.

Looking to the heart of any comment, people's buttons are so easily pushed. I find my self always looking to some one else’s atrocious story, I just want to see you all to be well.

I'm sorry for any offence we may cause along the way. It is best just to let things be for we are bound for good times where ever that may be. Yes this is a place were we let things fly and people will get caught in our path, it's just best to get out of the way, ignore the smoke and smile.

Friends will always remains friends for this is the bond of friendship, the true meaning and test of it.

This is the end of one story and now the birth of another, ever new beginnings comes from another beginnings end; for this is just another chapter in the story of House Magdalene and the monsters that lye there in.
 
The car has passed, now back to our game.

Alliance Video  

Awaking from the awakening of an awaking dream.  

Marconai’s eyes shot open, chilling sweat washed over him, yelling in sequence the name of his father. Breathing heavily he looked around his quarter by the help of the moon light cutting threw the window and into the darkness that ly there in... Awaking from the awakening of an awaking dream. He lived humbly with out massive mirrors, well adorned tapestries and nothing in the glitter, completely on the contrary to his bathed in glamour and gleaming in jewels older sister Moonai. His attire worn with a dull brashness and his furniture crafted like that of a simple carpenter.  He rubbed his now corked screwed eyes with his spinning like a top mind and gave his sore shoulder some attention, thinking over his unreal but all too real last place of unconsciousness.

He dreamed he was deep in the open Desert; skin blistered and parched form dehydration. His upper body wavered from side to side as if following what his blurred eyes were showing him, while his lower body was sunken in the sand and unable to respond to his commands. "Father!!" He cried out. "Is that you!? Are you there!?" As he squinted to the distorted spliced blur before him made only worse by the suns relentless and even more blinding rays of life sucking.
"Yes I am here, I have always been here and will always be...Drink of the water" He answered in kind as he offered out his flask of life giving from his side.
"Morconai shook his head in refusal, I am not a spoon fed prince of a son nor can this surly be real, I imagine, tricks of the desert, nightmares upon the dunes, beast of the great worm take me to this place I shall go, find me rest away from this false place of death." On that note, His legs got up, strong like the horn of a young bull first realizing of  its growth and to it, the becoming of a powerful tool of war in a constant battle of life vs. death. Legs stomped, thumping in the sand, causing a ripple much like that of a stone thrown into water. Crying out in an friend filling yell, he stumblingly charged the vision of his father before him with his new found horn and threw himself at it fully submerged by anger, empowered by a fierce animal with instincts knowing only a will to survive but like a false wall with out substance he fell head long like a tricked fool falling down to a women’s womb.

History of the Magdalene tripe  

In the year 700 AE a small Dervish tripe was founded on the shore of the great Cystal desert, with a vast Mountain region in its back drop. The Leader of the first known Magdalene tripe was Marogun, succeeded by Mydot, proceed by Mahalon, preceded by Morconon, procceded by his daughter Moonai. Holy and mystical they set the foundation which was to be known as House Magdalene. They grew in numbers and flourished in a sweet spot between rock and sand. A castle was constructed token from the mountain rocks, as well, a sizeable pool of water formed at its base from the tears of the mountain. To the east and south was the heart of great desert, dunes upon dunes, and there lay in their mighty ally the great sand worms. The Mountain region known as (insert name) arm curled west to north around the Cyrstal desert.

The most sacred of their rituals and prayers started with the communion with the sand worms. Through deep mystical rituals they were able to communion with them. They would go deep into the desert once a year able only to survive the harsh conditions by faith alone. It's like they would became zombies and walk through the treacherous terrain as if they were the undead. A skill which was learned by their forefathers and mastered over time. The Mo'asheeb, plain walkers, mirror's to the undead. This ancient ritual aloud them to bond with the worms and inter twin spirits as if they were one being. The power that the Magdalene tripe held was like that of the Gods, having the power of the worms at their beck and call. The worms flourished also with this bond for they could now see through the Mo'aheeb minds for before they were blind aimless roaming creatures having no sense of actually being alive at all. This scared ritual was known as "Tyis'hiemia" A sacrifice of life for death for this ritual would cause them to age rapidly. Over a span of 20 years it would transform them into mindless zombies with a body that no longer walked in the leaving realm.

Moonai stood in protest to the ritual, "Why do the people of Magdalene resort to such an ancient and cruel rituals to communion with such a vial and heartless creature!? We make a pact with death so that we can control a thing?"

"How dare you speak against the Tyis'hiemia! This ritual was put in place long before you and I were ever born; it has ensured the succession of our people and great ally that none dare appose, a sacrifice of the few for the greater good of the many!" Marconon intruded to his now becoming rebellious and oldest sibling.

"I appose, none should need to sacrifice their very soul for our well being!" Moonai replied as her dressed  swooped over the marble stone floor and hurried after her determined foot steps away from the presence of her father and alone to her disagreeing and convinced mind.