Post by Ordril on Aug 6, 2008 12:43:12 GMT -5
A sinister grin, a malicious influence, a malevolent creed…
Hints and whispers come to us through our dreams, through eldritch tales and tomes. There lingers a great power within, beneath, and around Azeroth that will not die. These are the Old Ones, and we gather to worship them and entreat of their knowledge and immense power.
We engage a type of misanthropy where we view the sentient races as a form of infection. The Old Ones were blind, cosmic forces of great power who were indifferent to us. The exception to this is the Sin’dorei, who were created directly by influences of the Old Ones through the Well of Eternity. We now seek to gather those about us who share these beliefs and wish to rise above this stagnant existence.
Sentient society is no more than a house of cards, built by fools. It may have its beauty, but it is doomed to collapse. We recognize this slow descent. We look from the outside, and we may carve out our secretive counter-cultural realm in which to live in accord with our own superior values.
This is a sick society. Do not be well adjusted to it, for to be so, is to embrace that very illness! The Plague has not passed. It did not even truly originate with the Scourge. There still lurks a deep infestation, and we wish to exist outside it, to eradicate and cleanse it, if we may.
((We are a brand new RP Guild on Feathermoon. We are very interested in gathering like-minded RPers to us. The Guild is very influenced by the works of H.P. Lovecraft and the dark worship of the Old Ones, based primarily on WoW Lore with some embellishments. If interested, please do inquire further.))
Hints and whispers come to us through our dreams, through eldritch tales and tomes. There lingers a great power within, beneath, and around Azeroth that will not die. These are the Old Ones, and we gather to worship them and entreat of their knowledge and immense power.
We engage a type of misanthropy where we view the sentient races as a form of infection. The Old Ones were blind, cosmic forces of great power who were indifferent to us. The exception to this is the Sin’dorei, who were created directly by influences of the Old Ones through the Well of Eternity. We now seek to gather those about us who share these beliefs and wish to rise above this stagnant existence.
Sentient society is no more than a house of cards, built by fools. It may have its beauty, but it is doomed to collapse. We recognize this slow descent. We look from the outside, and we may carve out our secretive counter-cultural realm in which to live in accord with our own superior values.
This is a sick society. Do not be well adjusted to it, for to be so, is to embrace that very illness! The Plague has not passed. It did not even truly originate with the Scourge. There still lurks a deep infestation, and we wish to exist outside it, to eradicate and cleanse it, if we may.
((We are a brand new RP Guild on Feathermoon. We are very interested in gathering like-minded RPers to us. The Guild is very influenced by the works of H.P. Lovecraft and the dark worship of the Old Ones, based primarily on WoW Lore with some embellishments. If interested, please do inquire further.))