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The world shall end on a Saturday.
Then the world will end on Saturday.
Next Saturday, if you want specifics.
Just before 7:00 PM PST
If things go according to plan.
Which they never do.
So this prophecy is invalid.
Unless it isn't.
Guild Pamphlet excerpt:
Every day, we struggle with the choices we will eventually make - to do the right thing, to do the wrong thing, or to do nothing at all. Some self-righteous will tell you that the only true path is that of law. Those who pretend to serve evil will tell you that the only way to get ahead in this world is by stepping on others. We say to let the fools hash it out with the other while we sit back and watch the mayhem that we started in the first place.
We're the guild that will sit on the fence until opportunity presents itself for us to manifest. In a world governed by the forces of light and darkness, we are the demons that dwell within the holiest of places -- the angels that hide within the shadows. We're simply those entities who have come to like the world, and all of its madness; our love for chaos unite us.
So, what is Idle Omens?
Idle Omens is a guild for those who like stories, those who want to be part of something new rather than hitch a ride with one of the top guilds. Much like those established communities, this guild will start small and hopefully gain momentum. We accept all players, alts included. Our only requirement is that you like to have fun. Being fan of Neil Gaiman or Sir Terry Pratchett isn't required, but doesn't hurt.
Unless it does. Then our apologies.
This details the coming of the first six members of Idle Omens.
Written by Sireine
I have watched the cosmos evolve, from the first star to the rise of man and other beings. In their mundane lives, there is reverie and malcontent .. but they love each other still. Long have I wondered how beings so beautifully chaotic could even possess the capacity for such empathy toward one another. Then, I saw the body of a man who was a victim of this world's hypocrisy. Perhaps I am merely the black veil of insanity. . . but I saw something absolutely perfect within the man's broken form.
This man would become the entity known as Lyonhardt - the silent knight of his dark mistress. What ever he had been was simply no more: the lady Sireine was his only desire and her word was law. When he woke in her derelict temple, he was directed to reconstruct the shrine to its former glory, but in another location. The Lady had another purpose for the place of his resurrection.
I have failed. This righteous bigot has proved better than I. What is this camaraderie that surrounds him? There is a pang of ... something I should remember, but find myself unable to. As I pull myself from the Arena floor, I see the sadness within my Lady's eyes as she looks to me.
"Forgive me, my lion. We are but strangers in this strange land ... it seems as if there are those who --"
I do not mean to look away from her, but there is a growing emotion that I do not understand. Her words should comfort me, but they only bring the emotions to the surface. I stand and begin to walk towards the exit on my side, another gladiator waiting for their turn nods knowingly. Was defeat not something uncommon to even the greater ones? I take notice of their comrades ... and realize that they are not friends, but rather belong to the same community of ideologies. I turn to my Lady and see that her sadness has faded.
"Find others who will walk this path with us, my lion. Others who love the insanity of this world."
The Coming of the Angel
As recorded by Iadobaoth
Her Lord long cast from the glory of his fellowship, Anafi-el was disgraced from the choir of Seraphim and banished from the heavens to the world below. It didn't take her long to discover their first sense of companionship, but something rang false about it. Sometime after setting off on another quest, her God came to her in the form of a serpent-headed lion. This immediately struck her as hilarious, as His true form was of a lion-headed snake. He looked absolutely ridiculous and she soon found herself laughing aloud, risking her very existence. The serpent's eyes narrowed and its mouth opened to speak. Or, hiss was more accurate. Anafi-el continued to laugh as Iadoboath adjusted His form into the proper state.
"AHEM. I HAVE SPOKEN WITH ANOTHER DIVINE. YOU WILL ABANDON THIS QUEST TO BECOME THE 2ND MEMBER OF THEIR GUILD."
The Angel looked to her Lord and stopped laughing. This meant that He actually had a friend? Couldn't be -- whoever this other Divine was, they probably felt sorry for him. Well, no use in arguing with the being that created you.
And so, it came to pass that Anafi-el became the 2nd member of Idle Omens.
The Story of Lurid Sin
Fed up with the abandonment of her God, the daughter of the Desert left her tribe of dark-skinned elfkin and began to wander the land on her own. Often mistaken for a feral heroine, she found herself on the verge of death several times, though only twice more than how many heroes she struck down. For nearly four years, the elfkin honed her skills on heroes and beasts alike, until she happened upon a young human girl engaged in conversation with the air.
Finding a strange sense of kinship with this young human, they traveled together under the watch of the Goddess, Vesania until the fateful day her own God returned. Bound in bandages and her wings ripped from her body, her Goddess was ruined by another and cast into shackles for the time she was absent from the elfkin's life. Having already made up her mind to live on her own, the elkin simply passed by her former deity and continued on her way to Godville to become the 3rd member of Idle Omens, her sister following her all the while.
Kae'in may be the only member of Idle Omens who doesn't have their own divine entity, rather relies on her own lurid sins to survive.
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