Group Description
When the need is the most dire, when darkness has a strangle hold on the land and when the last vestiges of hope have been torn from the people, The Great WatchTowers and their Guardians have abruptly appeared. They serve as beacons, star bright, in the deepest pitch of night, bastions of hope and healing renewed, and a ferocious blockade to stay the deluge of evil.
Teaser: Every Guardian of The Watchtowers receives "The Calling".
It began as a soft, elusive refrain that you could only recall trifling bits and pieces of, little by little the haunting melody became clearer and the words of the song sat upon your tongue like a pungent flavor that you were unsure of whether to savor or wash away. Most simply choose the latter and dismiss it, never to find their way, in time forgetting all together that their life had once brushed against something beyond the pale.
But you were extraordinary; you continued to savor the small morsel you had been given, the desire within you to intimately know this music accompanied your waking hours as a mild curiosity off and on for several years subtly and slowly entwining in to your very being.
You dont exactly remember when the transformation began to occur, when the moderate interest blossomed in to a cavernous, gnawing need, an unvarying itch that you couldnt resist scratching until it bled.
Your dreaming and waking life were completely overtaken by what had become a disturbing obsession. The music pounded on the door of your soul until the rest of your life no longer held sustenance, all that mattered now was the ache to understand the words of this song that now flowed through your veins as surely as your own blood.
Suddenly, almost painfully the gift of clarity was bestowed upon you, your spirits persistence in deciphering the lyrics of the song have been rewarded and an epiphany like a trumpet sounding has truly awoken you. You have heard the calling of the WatchTowers, will you answer?
Greetings,
I am working on a new Super Group that I have designed a plto scheme for and will be doing story telling for.
I would love input from someone who has done Story Telling for an SG in COH to see what you think works and what does not.
You can contact me here.
Via email at - middnightclear@gmail.com
or via the Guild Portal Site for the SG:
http://www.guildportal.com/Guild.asp...;TabID=1337599
Thanks in advance.
P.S.
Here is the group description and a teaser:
Group Description
When the need is the most dire, when darkness has a strangle hold on the land and when the last vestiges of hope have been torn from the people, The Great WatchTowers and their Guardians have abruptly appeared. They serve as beacons, star bright, in the deepest pitch of night, bastions of hope and healing renewed, and a ferocious blockade to stay the deluge of evil.
Teaser: Every Guardian of The Watchtowers receives "The Calling".
It began as a soft, elusive refrain that you could only recall trifling bits and pieces of, little by little the haunting melody became clearer and the words of the song sat upon your tongue like a pungent flavor that you were unsure of whether to savor or wash away. Most simply choose the latter and dismiss it, never to find their way, in time forgetting all together that their life had once brushed against something beyond the pale.
But you were extraordinary; you continued to savor the small morsel you had been given, the desire within you to intimately know this music accompanied your waking hours as a mild curiosity off and on for several years subtly and slowly entwining in to your very being.
You dont exactly remember when the transformation began to occur, when the moderate interest blossomed in to a cavernous, gnawing need, an unvarying itch that you couldnt resist scratching until it bled.
Your dreaming and waking life were completely overtaken by what had become a disturbing obsession. The music pounded on the door of your soul until the rest of your life no longer held sustenance, all that mattered now was the ache to understand the words of this song that now flowed through your veins as surely as your own blood.
Suddenly, almost painfully the gift of clarity was bestowed upon you, your spirits persistence in deciphering the lyrics of the song have been rewarded and an epiphany like a trumpet sounding has truly awoken you. You have heard the calling of the WatchTowers, will you answer?