*a random page found in Zwingli’s Journal*
I’ve decided to join a guild today. It’s called Feral Claw.
Early in my journeys I met up with a few other adventurers. Shiila was the first, a Hunter of passion and wicked aim. She introduced me to the great Hunter, Venthis. His great experience has been for my benefit on more than one occasion. And, I met Sterilized.
*chuckle*
I was already advanced somewhat in my training, but he…he was brand new. So green to the ways of the Bear, Cat and Tree. I liked this guy. He was funny, enjoying the newness of it all, a likable person. So, I decided to help him. We did many quests together in the Darkshore area. We also did many other quests, in other lands as well.
Eventually, as it seems to happen, we parted ways. But, we kept in touch; which is small miracle of Elune. I am so reclusive, it boggles my mind unto this day. In the midst of all this, he joined a group of companions that called themselves, “Feral Claw.” It was a guild made up of Druids, and only Druids. I was happy for him. He had found a place to call home, which is something most of us tend to need.
Many moons later, we met up on an island outside of Feralas.
*shakes his head* I can’t seem to remember the name… Feathermoon, or some such. Not only is he a member, but is considered the “Alpha.” By Elune, he’s their leader!
To say that I was in shock was an understatement. This youngling had risen in prominence amongst his brethren. I was impressed. Under his leadership they started to allow non-Druids into their midst. After a time of solitude and reflection upon an offer to join their ranks, I agreed.
*many seasons later*
I have been one of the Sentinels for many a season now. I am a protector of the pack. I am one of the claws used in defense of my brethren. I cherish my role as I cherish my family.
I often find myself thinking, what can we be. Things change, as the natural flow of the seasons. Members of our family come and go, for various reasons. I hold no ill will towards any. Now, even the mighty Sterilized finds the pressure of life upon his old bones. I see my friend less and less, missing him greatly.
My goals and priorities have changed. I was consumed by gaining my Frostsaber Mount, Tundra. But, now that he has accepted me, I look for purpose; for new goals to attain. Just as I find myself listless upon the lava flows of Shadowmoon Valley, so seems my beloved Feral Claw.
It seems that a different wind is blowing, something new, yet something ancient. I can see us setting a course that is similar to our original founding father’s dream. I have spoken to the great Bearage, of his original intent. And even though I know I would have been kept from being a part of it, his dream resonates within me. A select group of individuals, common in purpose and intent. Single minded in their care for each other, working together to defeat every evil that comes their way. Not only that, but to seek it out in all its forms. Rooting it out, ripping it from its place of corruption…as a team…as a family. The pack would also defend the territory of its home, and of its friends. Not holding ill will towards any, including the Horde; but ripping with both tooth and claw any who might defile their habitat.
This is mostly as I understand the original founder’s vision. However, I experience us as highly individualistic. I am not one to complain. I guard my time jealously. I tire of cities very quickly. I like to be alone, I enjoy my solitude. It seems to be a similar tends amongst those who love nature, and follow the guidance of Elune. But, packs are stronger than the individual beasts that make them up. There has to be a place for both our individuality and our corporate need.
This is what I see…
Zwingli
((My perfect guild would be a medium-to-high RP, medium PvE, light PvP. There would be an application process of some sort, not an open invitation. Preferably, mature people…a maturity that goes beyond mere age would be required of its members. It would be open to all race and classes, but due to our Night Elf/Nature Loving/Magic Distrusting/Demon Hating leanings, mages and warlocks would have to have pretty good RP reasons articulated for membership. Since I’m not the type to hang around in cities and bars to talk, I would desire RP to happen as we run Instances, and hopefully gear up for End Game content. Just something that I would like to see.))
