My name is Orochi Sloth I am a Pandawa and a member of the Orochi Clan.We all have been casted out
from our fellow race and we also carry a sin representing ourselves. Life can be tough for me at times
since being a pandawa people tend to rely on me to get them out of situations but I'm lazy! I usually
just spend my free time at the Astrub Inn. Drinking till I can't feel my wasta...
I don't get along with anyone really only my fellow brothers of the Orochi Clan, we fight together,
we die together that is our motto. There isn't really a leader, we usually just do our own thing.
I like to drink and dance and... well... Wrath.. he... just likes to blow stuff up, and for the rest well
you can probably guess based on there sin's, so I won't get to much into that. Why the
Orochi name? What does it mean? It is a symbol to us meaning "A New Beginning"
so we will move forward to something new and to forget the past....

Hello... This is a story about a guild named "Sacrifice", the guild was treated by a sacryer who was noble, honest and he sacrifices fore his teammates. When he faught the mightyest battle he standed like a strong oak tree, defended others and died from his courage. He honted the cemetery till his soul drank the legendary proenix blod and came back to life. From that time he sacrificed fore fis allies fore then to never die. Then the guild "Sacrifice" was created.
The members were cruel at the first days they argued killed each other and the guild disapered, untill 1 brave Iop with the help of the Sacryer reunited the guild in to a holi guild. Even from now on the guild is alive if you look carefuly you might see one of the members and if youre lucky youl see the noble sacryer "Burnin-Sun".The man who never gives up!!!

The travelers came from an unknown land surrounded by winds an fog at sea, they soon came ashore by the coast of Pandala's Sea. They came bearing unusual gifts from their home land they traded it for goods. Until a band of thieves came an forced their way on board. The ship was wreaked an plundered but it remained hid from sight, a unusual gift a bright an shiny delight. Though ruined a truce was made in the form of stone,[Guildalogem] all swore ten oaths that this would be soon set right. Peace has been made an the travelers sailed out of sight, back home from where ever they came from one dark foggy night.

Hello,
This is about a guild named "Diamonds in the Rough".

I came into the world of twelves and i was stunned with the action it had. I was new but perhaps i met people and among them was a dearest friend and he said "Hi. You seem to be a bit confused with this game. Let me help you. join my guild." I was thrilled to meet people in the guild they were so lovely and helping and from that moment on, i started improving

I'm not a native speaker of your language as I come from Rushu. Fortunately, with the help of my general, Amayiro, and his basic knowledge of your language I managed to translate the history of my home.

In the early age of Rushu whilst gathering resources at the Island of the monkey, I came across a Feca named after the biggest warrior in another well known world. Rambo.
It turned out we had the same goal in sight. To make ourselves two of the first Dora Boras in our world.
We decided to help each others reach the current and any future goals we might get, and during this first gathering together we bounded. We made a silent pact with each others to do everything in our power to be the first ancients of our breeds. It did not take much persuasion to get my new friend come living with me at my newly built home and as the months passed, our new family quickly expanded to be one of the biggest in our world.
After some time we got to experience the sad outcome after a big family feud. Our home and our family was ripped torn apart and there was nothing we could do to prevent it. The guardian of Brakmar managed to recruit some of our brothers and sisters in their war against Bonta. As the head of the family and a true follower of the Bontarian way, I eventually had enough. I decided to leave our home together with the remaining part of my family to create a new one, a stronger one, a solid one. One where we all had the same goals in sight and would not hesitate one bit to help each others obtain them. Our new home was to be named Blank.
Blank was blessed by the goddess, Sacrier of Rushu her self, and our family expanded rapidly. As our family expanded, Blank expanded. Mine and Rambos silent pact now included several other members of our family such as Devilix, Antiz, Endriu and Twofingers, and we were working as hard as we could. With pride and determination towards our home and family in our hearts, many of us succeeded to become the first and oldest survivors of our kind. We became ancient. A big celebration was held by the gods of Ankama to praise our hard work, and another great celebration were to come.
As our family continued to grow and more of us became ancient we got another common goal in sight.
To build the biggest home of all worlds.

A majority of our family became ancient, and it was time to dedicate more time on our home. With years of heavy labour, Blank continued to grow and at the month of Menalt, exactly one year ago, our home became the first ancient one of all worlds.

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Servers are infected with these groups, all different but all with same objective: "To be the greatest". Unfortunately, there are very few that come from the heart, and rarely will you come across one that will so generously treat you an equal. Only once have I felt the right way in one of these, only in the Brethren of Bonta. This is the most familial guild I have ever seen.
Unlike the average guild, the only reason it would strive to level is to accommodate it's growing population with another paddock or house. They will embrace you, and everyday you would be encouraged to participate in a dungeon run. Although the levels range from seventy to one hundred fifty, there is an incessant sense of recognition between members.
I found my best friends in this guild, and even though I've moved on, they have stuck by me since. The cultured leader once told me "the chat was like listening to a group of children bickering or candy or watching Tic and Tac, the chipmunks from Disney, fight over a nut, but that you had to love it because everyone would join in."
Everyday is like a long half day for me. I play, fight, and am happy to be part of something as great as they!

You will always rule!
-Frismic

My guild is Euro Stars we are a large group of powerful players who fell from space in the great battle of ...uh star wars vs star trek. We came to this world to try and find the support of the people but your cruel gods tortured us and bound us in these puny bodies and we can only gain their aid by creating the most powerful guild ever made we being magical star people find this challenge very easy and doubt your gods are as all knowing as they claim to be. We landed on the inhospitable island of otomai and we landed right on top of a fearsome tentacled beast known as the Kralove, it had just killed one of our people though you know them as Dragons we set upon the creature but being bound to such weak bodies we were unable to defeat it. Your gods were merciful and gave us another chance to win our challenge but we had lost our children your people call them... dofuses. Without them we were weakened. So our destiny appears to be to save our children, create the most powerful guild ever and then to return to space with your support and make sure Star Wars defeats the evil minions of STAR TREK!! Our guilds name means to Travel (at low low prices) and that is what our people will do!

hello,

this little tale tells of the founding of the guild "Lightgraziers", enjoy:

A sob escaped Retefith's lips…It hurt so very much to see her like that… those beautiful seablue eyes, always sparkling full of life and mirth… now distant, glazed.. her pretty angelface blank of any emotion.. soulless..
I gently brushed back a curl of hair from her forehead and tenderly stroked her cheek…
“Oh dearest… why?” I buried my face in my hands and wept bitterly…. Fero was sitting tucked under a cozy blanked on a deckchair that stood on the verandah of my house in sufokia.
Here i had carried her after I found her… knowing how much she liked to gaze out at the ocean… only a soulless puppet now.. without any spark of emotion..
I once more stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and whispered soothing to her…
“come back to me my love.. I need you..”

It had happened so suddenly without warning.. only a few days earlier had we explored this northern island, covered in snow and ice… together we had fought our way through this icecavern and bested its master in its lair, a gigantic coniferous tree, easily…
But while dragging our loot of treasure back to our boat, a huge mob of mini nuits, yitis and their henchmen had ambushed us, to avenge their master… we fought for pure survival… highly overpowered by number and force… but… our perfect teamwork, patience and our clever tactics won over brute power…. One by one we took the creatures down.. when it was over after what felt like an eternity.. we both stood there panting exhausted… we had made it!!
I felt so very proud of what we both had achieved..
We shared some bread and chewed smiling at each other in silent understanding… proud.. happy..
“So… what’s next? I think I have nearly 100 packages now” she grinned mischievous..
I pondered a second… “I heard they discovered a cave full of never before seen blobs in the cania massif… how about exploring that?” she beamed “A blobdungeon? How wonderful! Now that definitely sounds like fun!”

Fate can be cruel…

Three days later I found her unconscious body laying on a bench in the feubuk’s inn..
But it wasn’t a mere unconsciousness… it was something more vile… dark…
I cried… I yelled… I even shook the poor old healer like a raggdoll when he sadly shook his head and told me he couldn’t help… finally I slid down in front of him sobbing and apologizing…
Gently I picked her body up and carried it on my arms all the way down to sufokia.. to the ocean she loved so much…mary gave me escort and I thank the gods she was there to keep me sane…
Nothing had brought her back…and when I placed her in that chair… only the slow rise and fall of her bosom showed that her body was still breathing barely…
“You cant keep her on the verandah forever ret..” mary looked at me sadly “soon the springstorms will whip sufokia.. you have to get her a save haven…”
I raked my hair back… think ret… think..

And suddenly I knew!

The gigantic temple invoked pure awe… but I stepped forward determined and brave…
The magic barrier didn’t stop me..
With long strides I approached the ancient altar and the book on it… raising the guildalogem high above my head I shouted the ancient words engraved on the table and invoked the gems powers.
The mental image of the emblem I had formed in my mind slowly began to appear on the fresh page the book suddenly showed me and with a power that shook me to the bone an unearthly voice boomed through the cavern!
“RETEFITH, YE HAVE CHOSEN A SYMBOL AND NAMED YOUR GUILD LIGHTGRAZIERS! AS ITS FOUNDER AND LEADER! SO BE IT!”
I swallowed… “Hold!” I shouted “I decline leadership!”
Silence… water dripped somewhere…
I looked around…my mouth gone dry…
“Hmmmm… that’s unusual… but.. NAME THE LEADER THEN” boomed the voice…
I grinned and shouted “I hereby name feroxita leader of lightgraziers!”
“SO BE IT!”

When I stepped out of the temple… the cloudy sky split open and golden rays of sun brightened the lands of amakna… I gazed in wonder…
What a wonderful, promising sign!
I smiled… soon I would carve the sign of the guild on the front door of my…no.. soon our house..
She will soon have a beautiful home to protect her body till the day her departed soul returns…
I have faith…
I can wait…
Because.. when you love honest and true…
Everything is possible and can happen…


( psst.. i know This story should not be more than 500 words.. but the story was originally written by me 2 years ago with the founding of the guild and cutting it down to 500 words would really spoil it )

Summoner-King looked on in amazement as yet another Treechnid was splintered into a heap of bark by RikkiL. Summoner-King’s guild mates, Dollydo, Mendof, Odonata, Klon, Misty-Rea, and Gingers, sheathed their weapons. The fight was over. The group of adventurers stood around preparing for what they all knew was going to be a tough fight, for around the bend waited the Soft Oak.

Summoner-King had first run into the strange Enutrof RikkiL years before in his adventures, battling Fungi Masters on the plains outside of Bonta. The crazy Enutrof actually favored strength over chance! They had become friends and shared a fair amount of loot, be it from stealing cawwots from senile gwandpa wabbits, or collecting the broken shells of felled dreggons. Eventually, the two parted ways. Through those years they spent apart, Summoner-King heard tales of the greatness of an Enutrof who caught his foes off guard, using techniques not usually associated with the Enutrof race. Summoner-King knew that this must have been RikkiL.

Summoner-King searched from the Cania Plains to the depths of the Bottomless Peat Bogs of Otomai Island in search of RikkiL. There he found him with a new team of adventurers who called themselves the Turquoise Dofus Hunters. Summoner-King could not believe it when RikkiL let him into the federation. He learned that the one true goal of this guild was to search the World of the Twelve in hopes of finding the holder of wonderful gem created by the great water dragon, Aguabrial.

The team looked ready. Summoner-King knew that the group of adventurers around him could not be beaten. RikkiL walked toward the clearing where the fabled tree rested. As they strode into the light of the clearing, the Soft Oak bellowed its welcome, shaking the entire forest. The fight was upon them.

Dollydo raced forward and jumped into the air. When the Ecaflip touched down a wave of giant cards erupted from the ground towards the Soft Oak. Klon and Gingers unsheathed their swords. Misty-Rea and Odonata stood by ready to heal anyone should they need it. RikkiL pulled two shovels from his pack, swung, and threw them at the Soft Oak. Summoner-King called upon his Red Wyrmling. The fight was going to be one to remember.

The adventurers looked down at the remains of the lord of the forest at their feet. It looked as if they had come to another dead end. No Dofus was to be seen. The group turned toward the exit, already thinking about where to search next. Summoner-King had really hoped that this would be the time they would find the artifact his guild so longed for. He started to turn around to follow his friends out of the clearing when a lone beam of light happened to fall onto the Soft Oak’s remains through the forest canopy. Summoner-King looked down to where the beam shone to see the treasure for which his guild was named: The Turquoise Dofus.

Hello everyone, my name is Sir Gregory McFluff also known as The Royal Gobball, yes ruler of all that is white and fluffy (and smells like diarrhea). Some of you may know me as the terrifying killer of adventurers, or as leader of the guild “The Gobball Dungeon” (Yes, each Boss Monster has a guild however adventurers call it “A Dungeon”) but most of you just know me as Mr. You-are-farmable-and-your-soul-sells-well. Well believe me I wasn’t always a ball of rancid smelling fur. I indeed used to have a life, and a soul (that you couldn’t sell for that matter!)

You see it all started before the Gobball Dungeon existed. I was once the owner of “Gobble a Gobball” a guild which specialized in the killing of Gobballs and ridding the world of their rotten farts. I was an Iop, who just could not stand the despicable creatures so my friends and I banded together to kill them, but instead of just becoming a party we decided to create a guild and recruit more people into the art of destroying Gobballs.

On the first day I went and made the guild and I saw it was good so I rested.

On the second day I-

Wait a second I’m not god… OK back to the story so anyways I created my guild and went to hunt the Gobballs we would kill them, steal their dignity, take their children as slaves, and take woman Gobballs to our bedrooms, and in our bedroom we would… kill them. (Where you guys thinking something naughty? Oh c’mon I was an Iop but I’m not THAT stupid).

We killed and killed relentlessly for many years until all the Gobballs were almost extinct except 1. That’s all we needed 1 more Gobball, just one. I was about to cut its furry little neck with my sword; but then something I couldn’t understand happened. My sword stopped in mid-air as if I had hit a wall! I looked around and when my guild mates began to cower and look up. I looked up and understood. Above me loomed Feca, the goddess, protector and sheppard of all Gobballs. (Why she liked the nasty, disgusting, furry things I’ll never know? Maybe she couldn’t smell? Sinus congestion?) Suddenly I felt really hot, and my head felt heavy, then I realized it wasn’t my head, it was my body! Then I dropped my sword and in the shiny iron I saw that I was no longer an Iop but a… GOBBALL. Then the Goddess Feca turned my friends into all types of Gobballs and Gobblies and told us all to go forth and multiply. Then she took me and told me that I would be the king of them, I mean WTF, me the king of fluff balls? Fantastic! And the rest is history.

And that is the story of I, Sir Gregory McFluff, and how my guild “Gobble a Gobball” now known as “The Gobball Dungeon” came to be.

Why a guild? That was the thought that passed through my head. Why would Mikromela want to make a guild?
I was in a nice guild. The people were friendly, we talked a bit, sometimes we did dungeon runs. Yet Mik had gone and made her own guild.
Look, there's the badge on her top! She's a guild leader! And here I am, a protector of an active guild! With collectors and everything! Which is better?

Here I am, some time later. My guild's falling apart. The leader has vanished, leaving Rosal for Shika. Because of this, the other members are leaving. What can I do?

Hey, Mik says. Why don't you join my guild? Yeah, we're small, in fact, there's only me, but we can get somewhere! C'mon, Sec!
Why not, I said. I can't stay here, watching my friends leave.

I joined the guild. We got a few more members. We worked on our professions more than our levels, and kept an eye out for others who thought likewise. Sure, we're still small, low level and poor, with very few people who actually contribute (due to being Jack O'Gobballs or Crocoburio), but we're a guild!

guld dutch diamonds
leader: iam-forever
righthand: Ikownje ecaflip (lvl 55)/Iamalegend cra (lvl79)
chosen: Red-dax ( lvl 45) scarier
head roll's

its was a rainy night 10:50 pm [28,50].Red-dax was running away for the firefoux,
he want to go akwadala hunt. but he wake a yokai firefoux
he tryed to hide. but the yokai firefoux could smell him.
Red-dax runned as fast has he can but he realise
he can attack him to, he tryed.

Red-dax cast: daring punishment
yokai firefoux cast: Reinforceimentex
Red-dax was thinking sould he run? he know the spell Reinforceimentex
he left the fight and runned away. but he runned in a dead end
he was scared. what now?
he hear foot steps and he saw schadows
than a iop,cra and a eca showd up.
Red-dax whas so shock he could't move.
strange iop says: come on guy lest beat this sukker up!
the iop cast: mighty storm
yokai firefoux lost 670 hp
the iop cast: mighty storm
yokai firefoux lost 360 hp
the iop cast: mighty storm
yokai firefoux lost 520 hp
the eca cast: katatak
yokai firefoux lost 420 hp
the eca cast: katatak
yokai firefoux lost 560 hp
the eca cast: rolette
yokia firefoux won 1ap
the eca won 1 ap
the iop won 1 ap
the cra won 1 ap
the cra cast explosion arrow
yokia firefoux lost 500 hp
yokia firefoux is dead
5min later...
Red-dax: thanks saving me but what is your name?
iam-forever: my name is iam-forever
ikownje: my name is ikownje
iamalegend: and my name is iamalegend but call me iam but you are Red-dax right?
Red-dax yes but i have 1 favor
ikownje: well?
Red-dax i have no place to stay uhh...
iam-forever: come whit us you look pretty stronge but you got to go in our guld to
Red-dax i love to thank you thank you
iamalegend: lets go im hungry!

END
to be cuntinued or is it?.......

HI MY NAME IS GEROMER AND I AM A ECAFLIP FROM ROSAL .

MY FIRST GUILD WAS MAHAROT ,MAHAROT GUILD IS ALL FILIPINO GUILD SO I BEEN THERE LIKE 3MONTHS AND OUR LEADER HAD BEEN INACTIVE SO WE ALL DECIDED TO LEAVE THE GUILD SO WHEN I LEAVE GUILD I FIND OTHER GUILD THAT I WILL FIT I FOUND OLD SCHOOL ANARCHY. I WAS IN OLD SCHOOL FOR 2MONTHS PLUS BUT I DECIDED TO LEAVE ALSO BECAUSE I JOINED HEAVEN KNIGHTS.

MY HEAVEN KNIGHTS STORY,
WHEN I JOIN HEAVEN KNIGHTS I WAS LEVEL 150ISH BUT THE MINIMUM LEVEL IS 160+ BUT THE PRETTY KIND LEADER LET ME JOIN THE GUILD LEADER NAME SHELOR BEFORE I CAN JOIN HK WE NEED TO DO THE REQUIREMENTS NEED THEN IF YOU HAVE ALL REQUIREMENTS NEED PEOPLE IN HK WILL HOLD A VOTE IF THEY WANT YOU TO GET IN OR NOT. WELL, I THINK AM LUCKY BECAUSE ALMOST ALL THE PEOPLE IN GUILD SAY YES TO ME SO AM VERY HAPPY,THAT I STARTED MY LIFE IN HK WITH FRIENDS SOMETIMES WE HUNT TOGETHER,DEFEND PERC TOGETHER AND WE TALK ABOUT OUR DOFUS LIFE,REAL LIFE AND WE ALL TREATED EACH OTHER LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER WE ATTACKED PERC AND HELP EACH OTHER IF THEY NEED SOME MATS FOR THERE ITEM WE HELP THEM MAGING,CRAFTING.

MY HEAVEN KNIGHTS SAD STORY,
MY SAD STORY IN HEAVEN KNIGHTS WHEN OUR LOVELY LEADER(SHELOR) QUITED THE GAME BECAUSE SHE HAVE A CHILD IN REAL LIFE AND SHE CAN'T PLAY DOFUS ANYMORE AND CANNOT TAKE CARE OF GUILD BECAUSE SHE NEEDED TO WORK AND TAKE CARE OF HER CHILD. WELL, WE ALL UNDERSTAND HER WHY SHE LEAVE BUT WHEN THE TIME SHE QUIT, THE GAME THAT MANY PEOPLE IN MY GUILD DECIDED TO LEAVE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY MAYBE THEY DIDN'T WANT THE NEW LEADER?? ALL HAPPINESS IN HK HAS ENDED WHEN OUR GUILD LEADER LEFT WE DON'T WANT TO LET HER GO BUT SHE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO LEAVE.

AND AM STILL DREAMING WHEN OUR GUILD REACH LEVEL 100 SHELOR WILL BE BACK AND CELEBRATE THE GUILD SHE WORK UP NOW IT IS ALREADY LEVEL 98 AT THE MOMENT.

MY GOOD MEMORIES WHEN SHELOR IS STILL PLAYING DOFUS
WHEN I NEED A GROUP IN SOUL OR DUNGEON OR HUNTING MATS SHE'S GOING TO FIND ME A GROUP OR A GUILD MATES TO JOIN WITH ME,AND WHEN I NEEDED MATS IN MY NEW ITEM SHE HELP ME TO GET THAT MATS AND I REMEMBER WHEN I NEED A SCROLL OF AGI SHE GIVE ME THE MATS TO GET THE SCROLL OF AGILITY .


THAT'S MY GUILD LIFE IN DOFUS

hello.. guys..........have to share something on you......i have many good experience in dofus.especially the guild.my first guild is three stars and a sun.i join that guild cause i see that they're having fun in playing the game.we always talk about our dofus life,real life.we always help each other. we always do perc hunt,perc def,and some crafting too.we played for a long time.then suddenly in 1.28 that guild become inactive because we have lack in connections.some in guild has they're own life to do.so the leader decided to leave the guild and find better one.


then i need to find a better guild who can support each other in better or worse.then i see the guild profect.that guild really give me a hope that playing dofus alone is kinda boring. so they decided to help me..now we always do perc def...crafting items,perc hunt,running dungeon,maging items,giving mats if they have a problem, and the best in that guild is that we will never give up!.what any happen we will not let that someone on us will gonna sacrifice.!




thank you to all of you.....your friend absorptionist^^

Mushy Marching
DOFUS RANGERS

BOOK1: Red Sword (Chapter 1-8)
Chapter 1: The Fire Exodus
Tummy was a young Iop traveling the world looking for adventure. He is an orphan whose youngest memory is running away from a burning village (Gisgoul) while being chased by misty, shadowy warriors. Growing in the fiery wasteland of Sidimote Moor, he honed his skills in the ways of the Firesword taught to him by a hermit he once saved from being pecked to death by a mob of crows.

Chapter2: The Kindling of the Pioneer Flame
One day, his master send him on a quest to retrieve an artifact so powerful it could save the world, or bring doom to all. Thus began Tummy's epic beginning to the path that will change his life.

Chapter3: Smoked

Chapter4: The Fire Dragoturkey

Chapter5: Warm Dopples

Chapter6: Burning Sea

Chapter7: Maze of the Firekeeper

Chapter8: Rise of the Crimson Ranger
After many months of travelling, fighting monster, saving the helpless, Tummy finally face the guardian of fire "Minotorot"
After an epic battle he eventually defeat the monster using his special combination of Panic Gas/Strenghtstorm "Blazing Explosion" and in the ashes he manage to get the Crimson Dofus, giving him the power to transform into the "Crimson-Ranger"


BOOK 2: Black Dagger (Chapter 9-16)
Chapter9: Dark Flame Rising
Upon returning to his masters hut, Tummy found his master lying on the floor with a black dagger thrust in his back, his master's dying word is "Find Ebony-Ranger, he is th........"


BOOK 3: Yellow Arrow (Chapter 17-24)

BOOK 4: Blue Blood (Chapter 25-32)

BOOK 5: Green Shield (Chapter 33-40)

BOOK 6: White Quarterstaff (Chapter 41-48)


This is just a brief introduction of the different chapter in the story of the guild "Dofus Rangers" of Solar.
How they get their powers and then formed the guild "Dofus Ranger". They are made up of Crimson-Ranger (Iop), Ochre-Ranger (Cra-Female), Turquoise-Ranger (Sacrier), Emerald-Ranger (Feca), Ebony-Ranger (Sram) and Ivory-Ranger (Pandawa). They are each named after the Dofus that gave them their power.

They will be joined later by their current enemy Vulbis-Ranger (Sadida-Female), Kaliptus-Ranger (Osamodas), Ice-Ranger (Xelor), Cawwot-Ranger (Eniripsa-Female), Blackspotted-Ranger (Ecaflip-Female) and Dofawa-Ranger (Enutrof)

Scene from Chapter18: Mushroom Storm

Crimson-Ranger and Ebony Ranger fighting a Treechnid terrorizing Astrub Zaap
The White Dragoone "Seasoning" in the picture is another story altogether on Chapter12: Journey Out Of The Dark

Silent night , where crickets could be hard and whispers from all were loud screams in the night , so silence that even the walk of an ant were loud as steps of a man...

all started this night , i never thought this would happen never in my mind... looking at my cards while drinking some milk i saw what i never seen before , this was so intense ... that bright light struck on me and i fainted , but not only fainted i dreamed but not just dreamed i was living a dream or maybe a nightmare who knows , but i could feel alive inside my dream yet i was feeling that sadness and soulless of a dream ... but i saw my cards laying on the table with my milk all on the floor ... i thought " here i go i gotta fight this out , im not giving up my soul this night.... i grabbed my cards and started to swing them all around me casting what we call 'rekop' my energy was almost empty and my strength was close to zero , but as soon as my attack hit my opponent i felt the strongest pain i ever felt , but immediately i felt so renewed and rejuvenated , as soon as i turned my head to my back i saw the most beautiful creature on the world of twelve ... yes i did , and she was so little and defenseless but at the same time so powerful and strong ...
"are you ok ? .. " she asked and my eyes came back to my body " .... yea yea thx alot , may i know your name ? " i replied ... but i forgot about that monstrous creature behind us , as fast as i could i grabbed my sword and cut him in half " Done deal " was all i said ....

after that " im Andrea " was all i herd , turning my head as fast as i could i looked at her , those eyes were so intense that i couldn't even say a word , i was in shock ...
( 10 minutes later )

we finally introduced our self and knew more about each other , we immediately created a bond , i wasn't sure what i was feeling , but i knew it was new to me and ... i liked it .. it was hard to explain but at the same time so enjoyable .. Oh god ... some say im experiencing something called ' love ' , yet i dont know .


as time went by , she introduced me to her friends , very powerful persons that i could count on ...

i felt that i was in the family i never had .. i felt so happy ... having someone to count on and knowing your back is protected by the most loyal people in the world.. is something priceless .

This Family , our Family is called "We The World"
and our legacy will continue thru many generations and as time goes by we will keep on growing and keep on helping those needed !

" There is alot of paper to write on but thousands of words to describe our lifetime ! "

“Hmm.” A coy smirk stretched across my face; a heavy sigh evaporating into dusty mist. “It’s chilly out.” A companion, leaning against the other side of this decrepit oak, tugs on his hood.
“Hallowed be thy name, Razalas, I beseech thee we part for morning dew. Lest the grasp of Raziel’s frosty fingers snare us to the very oak we rest upon.” The light of day receded beneath a tumbling landscape, until the flushed fuchsia skies turned a pale translucent hue of blue.
“Nay, my old friend. I feel as if this evening brings with it a sort of calm unlike any other.” My face retreated behind the veil of my Solomonk, sheathing my own paws into the sleeves of one another. “We stay until this feeling has parted from me.” A sigh of agitation escaped from him.
“Why I ever feel the need to stay as your companion is beyond me.”
“Hmph.” I grunted. “Because if I wasn’t around you’d have no one to mooch off of.” A faint but hearty laugh accompanied the sound of rigid whittling. T’was a fancy Yad enjoyed during times of boredom.
“Hither thee well, ol’ Rascalas,” his tone sharpened by sarcasm, “for I am rather elated to welcome thy lovely company.” Rascalas. What a way to agitate an individual than to take their name and twist it into such mockery. I stood stagnant in my silence, humming a faint tune underneath my guise. The orchestra of night became a symphony of Tofu chirping beneath the shrubbery and rampant Gobball snoring loudly in their shepherd’s grove. This was the rhythm which harbored my tune. The constellations emerged from their slumber, lighting the sky in glittery stage lights.
“Sometimes I always wonder what life is beyond these physical realms.” A few moments passed before underneath his breath I heard a mutter.
“I’m rather dignified to believe that it isn’t, for one to say, chilly.” Ignoring his remark, I felt as a star shot across the starry night that a sign would emerge soon. Yet, hours passed, with little to no change minus the crescent moon hovering silently across the sky. Yadrasil had already fallen to slumber. Gravity pulled on my own eyelids, a dizzy spell battered my thoughts. It wasn’t until the last moment as I had just receded into unconsciousness, that a heavy object fell upon my head. My utterance of “Ouch!” had awakened Yad. A glimmering azure stone sat beside me. Hot to the touch, gleaming in the darkness.
Mystifying...
“What is it, Raz?” I carefully lifted the stone. The very touch of it caused my whiskers to twitch.
“I’ll tell you. It’s a sign.” We both picked ourselves up, patting the dust from our arses. “And I think this, my friend, is the beginning of our journey.” He nodded in compliance.
“And what shall we call us vagabonds?” Pondering, the gears snapped into motion in my mind.
“We shall be called Solace. And we shall be epic.” We both grinned.

- S

Once upon a time there was a small group of 8 people who were really good friends, they even lived very close to each other. They did a lot of things together and helped out each other when one was in trouble or was in need of help for something.

One time they decided to create their own guild, so they all decided to hunt money for a Guildalogem, which was still expensive at that time, and especially for them as they weren’t adults yet. But they managed to get enough money for one and they laid their hands on the precious Guildalogem.

Then they decided who would be the leader, the Guildalogem was given to him. Together they all started running to the Mystic Temple where one could create a guild. On their way there they had to defeat various monsters like Cracklers and Karne Riders. There was a bridge they had to cross, but there was a group of 5 Cracklers standing there, so they couldn’t do anything but fight them to cross the bridge. One of the Cracklers threw a stone, nearly knocking Tom of the bridge, but Mike managed to stop Tom from getting near the side of the Bridge, leaving him with just a little headache. With some team work they managed to defeat the Cracklers without getting hurt too much.

A bit later they finally arrived at the Temple. They gathered in the room where the Mystic Stone was standing in which they had to place the Guildalogem and pick a logo and guild name. They sat down in a circle to decide a name for the guild as they hadn’t done that before they set off to the Temple. Picking a logo was easy, as they all agreed for one pretty fast. After a while Arnold, one of the friends got a really nice idea for a guild name, which was “Dynamite”. Not only was it a real word, but it was also a playing of the first letter of the name of all the friends. David, Yves, Niels, Arnold, Mike, Ivo, Tom and Erik. They all agreed to that name, so Arnold, the most mature one of the group, who was chosen to be the leader stood up first, after which the others followed. He then walked to the Mystic Stone and placed the Guildalogem in it. A few minutes later their guild was created.

They had but one problem, the logo was not visible as they were with only 8 people, and the Gods made it only possible for the logo to show up once there are at least 10 people in it. So they set on a journey finding other people close to them to join their group. They found 2 people, Wouter and Jeroen, who also joined their group. They continued helping each other when one was in need of help and they remained a strong group of friends.

The End

as the mighty sac as i was fears by many men and creatures al over amnaka i felt loney and had a strange void in my hart. moments later i saw the most beautiful eni of the whole land fighting monster with style and pasion jalous of her skilles and charisma i went closer and desided to agro her but to my biggest suprice she was kind and carring . after lot of hours of talking questing and doing dungeons we decided to help ourself and many others grow in being the best in his class. togheter we started a guild called the dutch brotherhood on 2.0 and nothing was ever the same again . fighting monster with over 40 people we talked to everyday defending our perceptors with grate unety we felt stronger then ever. THAT WHY GUILDS ROCK they bring people of al nations and country togheter. i hope you al find a grate guild or join mine fun garenteed im on 2.0 just wispher tofukaz or gravedigga. ty for reading.

I remember it to be a perfectly normal day in the village of Astrub when it happened. I came across something which would change my life forever.

It was big. It was scary. It was the evilest evil dandelion I had ever seen! I knew at that moment the World of Twelve was no place to be running around alone. I needed some friends. I found a group of adventurers united under the wings of a small yellow bird. They were a gentle bunch, with endless patience towards the young. They were kind enough to take me along on their journey, slaying vicious dreggons and even more ferocious koalaks and, more importantly, sharing many laughs.

Older and much wiser, I am now far away from my original Rushu home. Yet the little yellow birdy stayed with me as my loyal companion. I now am the one to take the youngsters to face the evil dreggons and teach them the art of plucking piwis to make many pretty capes. I can only hope when it's their turn, they too spread the love that is Team Tofu.

(That word count tool insists this is exactly 500 words long, and by golly that's a cruel word limit. ;_

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Cania’s Rocky Plains were quiet that night. Quiet save for the occasional low rumblings of restlessly sleeping cracklers and the ever-present magic hum of the local Zaap, at least; but my mind was elsewhere. Sat atop the portal’s stone arch and kicking my feet absent-mindedly against it, I gazed at the distant half-moon to the east and craned my neck as I tried to pick out faces in its craters.

‘Cadence!' Puneet’s voice, somehow melding a whisper with a shout while achieving neither, vitiated the relative silence. The glare he shot up at me could have popped tofus. 'We have a job to do. Stop lazing around.’

I puffed my cheeks and pouted in protest, but immediately regretted it; the sharp cold bit my lips with what seemed like tangible force and I almost fell backwards from my perch. ‘Gah. I’m just so bored, Pun.’

‘Bored? We’re on the night watch. Our perceptor’s going to get its legs hacked off by raiders if we aren’t perfectly vigilant.’ He gestured toward a centaur not thirty feet to my right, busily gathering wild mint leaves and levering the discarded satchel of some poor pig-knight into its pack. Odd fellows, those perceptors; all they’ll ever talk about is taxes. ‘I swear, Cade, you should’ve been born a Sadidette. You’re more absent-minded than any of them.’

‘Oi,’ a voice bellowed from behind me, ‘stereotype.’ Reg, a Sadida follower himself, scratched at his unkempt and overgrown facial hair as he approached, clearly and ineffectively stifling a yawn in an attempt to save face.

I chuckled. ‘I certainly ain’t a Sadida girl. You seen the clothes they wear? I’m a classier sorta woman than that.’ Reg folded his arms as though about to retort, but visibly lost interest.

In that moment, a quiet whistle crescendoed toward us and ended with a swift, fiery impact near the base of the Zaap. Puneet, Reg and I gazed at it for a moment.

‘Someone’s throwing leek pies at us?’ I hopped down, adjusted my skirt and plucked my staff from the grass. Sure enough, between us and Bonta’s hazy orange night glow to the west were a range of flickering red lights; more flaming pastries, growing rapidly closer to our position.

With a flick of our wrists, Puneet and I deflected the barrage with simple glowing barriers. Behind us, Reg promptly unsheathed the staff strapped to his back and cracked his knuckles with subtle malice.

Puneet laughed excitedly. ‘I’d half hoped the goddess Feca would give us an easy time tonight!’

I grinned. ‘She has.’

With that, I sprinted to the west, toward the unseen attackers, and the others followed. As we ran I called back to our perceptor:

‘Stay behind us and don’t you dare worry -- Sinful Tears is one guild that never loses!’

And, still grinning, we advanced into the night.

This is what I gave up gobball herding for.

On unknown world, in unknown city, in unknown neighbourhood, 12 friends played in their garden. They loved to read stories about fantasy worlds and creatures. They all had nicknames. Oldest of 12 friends was Enutrof. He loved treasure hunting. He went to secret ancient mountain, covered in snow, and found a rock. That rock was magical. It was glowing. After 2 years of research, they managed to create a portal. They entered a portal and came to a huge dark space. They had all the powers. They created land, plants, creatures, sky, light, darkness. They even created the... Dofuses, magical eggs. After the creation of everything, they created 3 big cities. Everyone , each of them , created their clones. Males and females. They putted all of their clones in cities. After being proud of what they created, they entered the Temple of Guilds. Using the power of magical gem, they created the first Guild. Its name remains unknown. Their clones started to mate, and reproduce, filling that world with lots of citizens. They created statues of their creators, which can be found in City of Astrub. The guild remains the mystery. What did they do? Where did they went?

The tofu sat, fatter than a kwismas minotoball’s sack. Its beady eyes moved lazily, the motions of a paranoid beast, claws lazily scratching at the ground. With a sudden squawk, it hopped to one side, eyes snapping about in wild defiance to whatever danger it had perceived. It stood like this for some moments, one wing raised, ready to attempt flight at the slightest sound. It stood like a statue, before its own corpulence brought it crashing down in a heap of wobbling feathers with an undignified chirrup.

“This is so pointless,” intoned a voice softly from the bushes as the tofu struggled to regain its footing.

“Come on, it’s a learning experience!” came another voice.

With a rustling of bushes, the first speaker stood. Eyes shone like blank slates under a tuft of black hair that rose up off his angular features like a storm cloud off of a jagged mountain peak. His hand gently moved away from the sword at his waist, white cloak rustling in the crisp breeze that filled the eternal summer of Asturb. “It’s a fat chicken.”

The second speaker (a man named Evince) stood, a slender man with a silver-blue bow clasped firmly in his hands. As he rose, the bow dissolved in a flurry of sparks, scattering on the wind as his grey eyes threw daggers at his friend, “Halcyon, don’t you have any motivation?”

Halcyon gave him a blank look, not something difficult for someone with no pupils, “Chicken. Fat.” As if to punctuate his words, the tofu warbled pitifully, rolling aimlessly onto its side, stubby wings flapping franticly.

Evince glared at him, “Brute with a brain, what a horrible combination.”

Halcyon laughed, “The prince of thieves specializes in explosives. Sneaky.”

With a rogue grin, Evince stretched out his hand. With a swirling convulsion of blue light the silvery bow reformed in his palm. Eyes locking on the tofu, he drew back the string, and let loose what looked like a jet of pure roiling air.

The tofu was lifted bodily into the air, and with a sinister gleam in its eye it sped towards Halcyon. What it thought in its final moments is uncertain, although perhaps it thought that Osamodas had granted it the flight it had so long desired in order to smite its tormentors. There was a blur of motion, and a jet of fire exploded from Halcyon’s hand, and with a crack like a fairywork the bird ruptured.

Evince grinned as he caught a handful of sesame seeds that sprayed from the epicenter of the explosion, “Score.”

Halcyon was distracted, however. Kneeling, he lifted a shining green stone from among the falling golden feathers, “Evince.”

His partner looked up, and stared at the stone, “Nice one. Think it’s valuable?”

Halcyon grinned, turning the glittering object over in his palm, “I think it’s the adventure of a lifetime. Care to join?”

Evince raised an eyebrow, “Together?”

“Of course,” said Halcyon, eyes shining.

That day, I became a lvl 100, I was going to make a guild, but my friend made me do chores that same day. After a very rough day of work, i haven't made a guild yet. My friend (the one who made me do chores) was asking why am I lonely.

Me:I was gonna form a guild this day but there was many chores for me to do...
My friend:Oh, sorry about that I am in need of help, thanks though. Hey, want me to help you form a guild?
Me:Oh really!!!??? thanks
My friend:No problem it will be my pleasure to join your guild too.
Me:Thanks a lot!!! It's very nice of you.
My friend:I'm gonna recruit my friends.
Me:Thanks, I will recruit my friends too.
My friend:I'm gonna recruit my lvl 150+ friends.
Me:That would be awsome!!!

From that day, we made the most powerful guild known as the Fatal Assassins. This guild kills any kind of perc it goes through. All of us are brakmarians so any bontarian we see, we attack (but not the ones that are defenceless). We made dofus history. We were all knew at the whole world of twelve. Even if they get to kill our percs, noone could blow us down. Everyone shares their secrets about dofus so every guildmate know some devious tricks. We can even beat the Gigantic Kralove one handed, we souled it so we can prove that we'd beat it. They can see it's soul in the stone and worried that it might get out. All of us accomplished the Eternal Harvest quest with everyone doing it, helping each other. 'Noone gets left behind', that's my motto that i keep saying when someone in our guild wants to quit. So we accomplished the hardest of quest which seemed to others that would take years. We became the most powerful and richest guild in the world of twelve. Every week we go to astrub to give away gifts to the players who can't even afford to be a member, each gift would cost like around 30-100kk, and after that, everyone was happy. We were known as the most appreciated dofus players(except for the Bontarians).From that day forward, the guild is still living to now, being passed to each generation of my dear guildmates(From Grandfather to Grandson in real life). And still each generation we still living the occassions we had when we were still living, and each generation dedicated a present passed to the next generation.

The forgotten culture. Found Fragments MI

Who are the Netlanders? What we know about this mysterious guild? Not so much.
But let me introduce myself, sublime Reader: I am Eni Solarlander, historian and art critic of the netlander's folklore. I'll tell you a bit about the Netlander guild.
The ancient Netlenders believed that the World of Twelve is on the whales that swim in the Network Ocean. Therefore, this ancient people were called Netlanders. Modern scientific studies have refuted the views of the Netlanders. Scientists have proved that the world is not on the whales. World stands on servers that are floating in the Internet.
Historians suggest that the ancient guild was created on the server Solar in 638 BC DUT.
On the coat of arms of the Netlander guild depicted a legendary sword Rubilac and shield Tolalag. The motto of the guild: Brave heroes always go to bypass.
The Netlanders were talking in the alphabet and grammar for the language pypy l33t (russian leet). Well-known netlango expression 13BB31 over many millennia has been translated into American English as 14AA41.
Folklore of the Netlanders is very diverse - local gossip. For example, a joke: 'Sale used Enutrof in good condition. Color — blue. Mileage - 1500 miles.'
And yet the Netlanders were engaged in the predictions of the game weather. The Netlanders had their own gameteo bureau, and the game temperature are measured in degrees Dofucelsius.
That's all folks, that we know about the Netlander guild. However, the game Dofus is not over, the story goes.

Yo all, This story is about the guild called "Token".

Token was Founded by a good friend of TailsHornsHalo, its rules were simple, pg13 only...I'de say thats simple....The guild Token started off slowly, after 1 week it was a full blown chattter house. The guild was filled with fecas srams cras and Iops. When I first joined Token I was quiet. (due to the fact tgat I like to study those around me before I speak) The 2 main guildies were WalterAlexanderIII(SIC), and TailsHornsHalo(New Leader), the 2 of them were great leaders, and always helped the guild. Token did Cawwot dun Daily atleast 2-3 times a day. If anyone was to join Token with the great feca TailsHornsHalo you would be happy to know him.

there were many fights in and out of the guild. Walter had his Ideals of turning Token into a military guild, Tails would not have it, Walter got angered and left Token...one other fight was just as big, a few members of a Dutch guild. (Otaku) the story behind that fight is still a bit cloudy and made no sense....

The guild as a whole was always rather cheerful, and hardly argued. If I was to be asked "what guild would you profer to join?" I'de say without pause "Token".

I look at token as an in-game Family and most of all my friends. Token has many great and hlpful members, Ide have never made it where I am in Dofus if it wasn't for the guild "TOKEN"!

Listen my friends and you shall hear
How Tasuja formed a guild of friends so dear
In December of Two-thousand-five
only a few original members still in Dofus alive
Who remembers that famous month and year

He said to his friends, "Let us leave
This old dying guild
and greener pastures we shall cleave!"
He clicked the X and was off to build
a new band of comrades under his lead
He asked a couple of them, "What do we need?"
"A Guildalogem!" they cried out.
So Tasuja, Kureonu, and Estero wandered about
That they would find one was not in doubt.

When Tasuja obtained the gem in hand.
He traveled far into the land.
And from deep within a cave
There was a temple that allowed only the brave.
He after many an hour,
created the symbol for Power
and so the guild was named
from that idea that the symbol framed.

From there Tasuja went on to invite warriors he met;
A stalwart company of friends, you can bet.
And he continues his journey even today
With anyone who loves to play.
So when you see the name of Power
As you wander about land of Dofus
Do not fret or feel sour
But be amazed that what you heard was true.

As I walked from the Statue of Eniripsa and entered the Town of Astrub for the first time, I came across a group that consisted of a female Xelor, a female Sram, a male Sacrier, and a male Enutrof.

Sram: G’day.

The Xelor gave the Sram a glare, apparently disapproving of her way of greeting me. But then the Xelor, perhaps out of politeness, greeted me herself.

Xelor: Hello.
Sacrier: Yo, what’s your name?

The formality of the Xelor and the informality of the Sacrier provided an interesting contrast, to say the least. Anyway, it would have been rude for me not to introduce myself.

Me: My name is Lively-b.
Sacrier: Lively, huh? Sounds just like that woman our friend Manny worships!
Me: A goddess?
Xelor: No, a *censored*.
Sacrier (pointing to the Xelor): Haha, don’t listen to Vantil. She be hatin’.
Vantil: I only speak the truth, just as I do when I say that you are black, Turranmc.

Vantil was clearly addressing the Sacrier, yet the Sacrier was as fair-skinned as could be. This confused me.

Turranmc: Yo Vantil, why you gotta be like that?
Vantil: Yo Turran, why you gotta be such a *censored*?
Turranmc: Don’t make me hit you with the chokeslam!

The Enutrof glanced at the two of them and shook his head.

Enutrof: Yeah, I think that’s a personal problem. Anyway, my name is Hiccup.
Me: I’m sorry?
Hiccup: No, Hiccup really is my name!

What a strange name to give to someone.

Sram: And my name is Arioche, but you may call me whatever you wish. Do you like cheesecake?

Vantil gave Arioche a nudge, again appearing less than pleased with the Sram’s actions.

Vantil: *ahem* Shall we get going?

The group started to walk away, but then the Sacrier approached me.

Turranmc: Oh yeah, we’ve just formed a new guild, which we like to call Seal. Wanna join us?

Seal seemed like an odd name for a guild. Yet I knew I could not venture this vast land on my own. So I decided to join them.

As I started to walk with them, the others stopped and turned around, noticing that someone was being left behind.

Turranmc: Yo, hurry up!
Hiccup: Wait up! I can't leave my bag behind!
Vantil: *censored* your bag.

The others proceeded onward, and I turned around. There was a small, blue backpack - and it was moving on its own!

Me: Wow, that thing moves!
Hiccup: It's a Living Bag, and it will save us all!
Vantil: By which he means just get in our way.

And so I went along with the Guild known as Seal. The group had a fascinating way with language, with numerous obscenities (especially, strangely enough, from Vantil, who otherwise is typically quite formal). This was the start of what would be an interesting journey, to say the least.

First off GL to all entering! I gotta admit I just had a bit of fun with this hope you enjoy xD

Aoijiroi stood, his milky white eyes gazing out over the starry night sky towards the Amakna Kanodejo the Moon sat silently amongst the stars as he approached its red roofed hall.
At the door he simply stated "I'm with Jedi mind tricks" The guard made a muffled grunt and nodded.
Upon entering it became evident that he was early as only the speedy Deerhunter had arrived.
Aoi smiled to himself and pondered how long the little Xelor had been waiting there and watched as deer lagged out the server meerly by being there, it was like a living entity around him, giving him the ability to move at abnormal speed
"Hows the menergy deer" he asked, Deer cackled malignly and teleported straight into Tarqie and Hologram as they walked in the door. "THATS HOW!" he yelled as he sent Hologram flying back out the door while Tarqie looked around trying to work out what had just happened.

The the wooden panneled room filled quickly, and Aoi picked out two nails from his pocket and drove them through his Harry boots into his feet at the side of the room where evilxblade and other crazy Sacriers were also poking there eyes with pins and thorns shouting and
blabering random obscenities at regular intervals. Hologram stumbled over and threw a Bwork Beer at Aoi's face it caught him square on the nose. "Its like Leek pie but 100 times better" He laughed as he threw the Beers at Evil (who was headbutting a wall) and the others.
The room was absoloute chaos, no one really knew what was going on, and the "guild training session" was comparable to a Pub brawl.

A wild Howl could be heard throughout the Kanodejo as Wolf-Soul, Shiskra, light and diablos stepped into the room.
"Your late Punks!" Aoi shouted over the madness that was the dojo,
"Were never late nub!" Wolf shouted back, Shiskra who had an Az'tech slung over her shoulder slapped Wolf in the back of the head and yelled
"I MISSED THE PREP AGAIN" "Don't worry Shis I know a great game!" chirped Light "Thats relevant how?" said Shis, as Diablos
And Wolf went head to head with Physics and Hexu.
"Fifty two pickup!" Light grinned holding up a deck of razor sharp poker cards which she then sent flying at Shiskra. Leaping off just in time she watched Shis runn for the nearest person and strike them with all her might.

Suddenly "His Holiness" RavenxCruxian slid into the room to cheesy music which come from out of nowhere "Oh yeaaaaaa" he chuckled then
smashed a Bwork beer over his head he struck a pose "Time for some guild training!"
Tarqie couldn't help but say "Great, 93 more people to beat up!"
Members of The Knights Templar began smashing through the walls, Aoi turned as members from Alpha Centurii, Kataga, Outer Heavan and Omni began
sending explosive arrows and other spells into the now ruined walls of the hall, and yelled "this is Shikaaaaaa"

The guild "shadow" this is their story....
A shadow whooshed across the world of twelve covering the world in darkness. One man would defeat the darkness of the lord crow. *flashback* 15 years ago Lord crow and his minions laid waste of the town of herant, he reaped the souls of the people in his dark harvest, the woman and children ran in fear while the men fought for the lives of their familys, but it was too late...

Eight children survived the attack, they vowed to kill lord crow for what he had done to them. Raised in bonta, they learned how to fight and survive. They trained night and day til they couldn't move. The day they decided to confront lord crow would be a day that changed them forever, Their leader was a iop named morzart, The eca bunord, The sram zanta, sorrow the xelor, glordo the sacrier, morbito the cra, braz the eni, and the pervy old man.

They entered the library of the Lord crow himself, The ominous feeling, the floor boards squeaking. After battling off his allies they finally reached Lord crow. "hahahahaha I see I have some company, not many people come to me to die...but I guess I can kill you" he said with a crazed laugh. "We won't let you out of this fight alive" the leader shouted.

They killed Lord crow..., and everyone got clakkos! "We got cheese" everyone shouted. *duh duh duh duhhhhh!*

They all went home and ate clakkos for dinner, until they ran out of dragon pork....but we'll save that for another time.

I read the rules and it said 400 word minimum so I made a diffrent one. This too is made up.

It was a beautiful dawn; pink clouds floating in a brilliant blue sky, over peaceful, green-topped plains. I ventured into a crisp new day with a light heart and eager step. There seemed a foreboding in the air, although what, I didn’t know.

Just after starting a fight, a friend called me. A surprise, he said. He sounded thrilled, and it was good to hear him that way. It was lucky that fight was easy, for I wasn’t concentrating, thinking about his surprise.

He grinned from ear to ear, hardly containing himself, clearly wanting to tell me about it. He showed me a precious stone, dropped by some animal he had killed. It was a strange and beautiful thing, something I had never seen before, and glittered in the sunlight, dappling the ground with rays. It felt strangely warm in my hand, but immensely heavy, which made me feel uneasy.

“It’s a guild gem! Together we can make a good guild with my talents and your knowledge. Help me, please?” His eyes were pleading with me. I hesitated. It seemed unkind to dampen his enthusiasm with my forebodings, so I agreed.

As we travelled, we called a few friends to join us along the route into the mountains, while I enjoyed a last taste of freedom. He had asked for ideas for a name for us. I remembered the sense of foreboding I had, and still felt too, and the sky at dawn which although beautiful, held the threat of bad weather, like a tropical storm, and it seemed a good name for us all. Tropical for the warmth I had felt from the stone, and among our friends, also for the atmosphere of that early morning, Storm because of the portent of that sky, and the threatening feeling I had. It troubled me. I remembered the glory of the warmth and brightness of that gem, which pleased me, offset by its weight.

Eventually, Leadership was handed to me. Although I agreed, I felt that sense of foreboding rising again. Members seemed pleased to see me as their leader, and some who had left, rejoined almost immediately to help support me. I fought and grew stronger, joining others to gain resources, friendships growing each passing day.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when suddenly you realise things have changed. A member remarked that they thought Tropical Storm was a special guild with the leader always available to help and advise.

I remember that curious gemstone which shone brightly, warm to the touch, but equally heavy too. The guild weighs heavy on the leader’s shoulders, sometimes without the person realising it. Warmth can be reflected to all members, brightness given to those who seek it, but one person carries the weight alone.

Tropical Storm has evolved into something unforeseen on that distant day, but one thing is clear; Crwyddn leads this guild forward into the future, working for the good of everyone in it, giving her soul to Tropical Storm.

"Oh gobball!!"I screamed as the giant glutoblop swallowed me whole i froze in fear as i floated in the blue liquid i had to think fast or this would be my final day as Acek the stone bow. Then it hit me i could cut it open from the inside i reached into my bag to find something sharp but i had nothing only a few clovers and sandals in a few seconds i passed out.
"Hey wake up come on man wake up you owe us big time for saving you" said a strange figure."Bikewe face it he's dead, kicked the bucket, gone to Cra get it?" said another. "don’t give up it happend to blaze 12 times and he's still here" said another."Where am I and who are you?" I asked. I could now see the people who saved me were a male osamados ,a female cra and a male feca."I am Teya the osamados is Blaze and the feca is Bikewe and we are Super team" said Teya."Since we saved you from being digested you will join Super team" said Teya "Very well i owe you my life what do we do in Super team?" I asked. "well right now we are searching for a way to get to Rushus prison so far we only know that the prison is up in the heavens beyond Incarnam " said Blaze."I will help you find Rushu I heard from a friend that he has escaped and is killing the 12 gods in the heavens" I said. So began our quest to find the gateway to the heavens for days we searched and finally we found it in the city of Bonta and entered the heavens where the rest of our story takes place...
Act 2 the journey to Rushus throne.
"Ok we've been walking for days now where is this throne thingy again?"asked Bikewe."We should be near the throne let me get my pet piwi to check said Blaze."Piwi!!" i shouted.
"Yes a piwi do you have something against them?" asked blaze."Once when i was a lad i met a black piwi it nearly killed me and my bow meow" I said shaking with fear."Haha ha Aceks afraid of piwis don't worry the black piwi has been wiped out from the world of twelve" said Blaze.
Act 3 the final battle
“Foolish mortals you think you can kill the demon lord!” said Rushu. Soon we were attacking him with everything we had we even used Blazes tofus it took us 20 years to kill the demon lord.
Act 4 a new age of peace
“Well we did it we killed the demon lord Rushu and managed to survive for 20 years” I said. We all returned to our homes, we will always be a guild we are Superteam.


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Hello This Is The Story Of The Guild "Brakmarian Correspondence"

Somewhere in the world of twelve , there is a hidden island that basks in eternal sunset where a little female Sram lives along with her 3 older companions..
Their names are Zena Ai(Little Female Iop),Genwudo(1st Companion Male Enutrof),Auron(2nd Companion Male Sacrier) And Valerie (3rd Companion Female Sram)..

Zena Ai , The leader of the guild . With long black,straight hair , scarlet eyes and pale skin. Her eyes was once black, turned scarlet with hatred for his best friend who betrayed her making her as the sacrifice for the comming of the Ebony Death Dragon. The Ebony Death Dragon killed her then fled , then the villagers burried her unproperly. At the stroke of midnight she miraculously broke of her grave and took vengeance against the entire village with her wrath , mercilessly burning it to the ground.Meanwhile Oto Mustam planning to destroy a bontarian prism in brakmar territory went by and saw what was happening he saw Zena Ai's power and made a pact with her giving her new life in exchange of a task fullfilling other people's vengeance and delivering people to Brakmar to suffer. Oto Mustam called his minions, Genwudo who can turn into a burning scarlet dragoturkey which Zena Ai could ride as she fulfills other people's vengeance,Auron who can switch positions with other people, attract them and show them illusional punishment and Valerie the queen of decieving and also a trained assasin. Thus "Brakmarian Correspondence" was born.

At the stroke of midnight any people in the world of twelve are able to contact Zena Ai by writing a letter with the person's name they want to take revenge on and attaching it to a tofu mark with a letter "X" using their blood, The tofu then goes to the island where Zena Ai lives and shows the letter to Zena Ai. She then teleports to the person whom written the letter , gives them a Scarlet Sword with a red flax string on its handle giving them the option for Zena Ai to deliver the revenge and sending them to brakmar to suffer by pulling the red flax string on it's handle however as they pull the string they wont be able to undo it and they will make a covenant with Zena Ai, As they pull the string the person they want to take revenge on or the Antagonist is instantly gonna be granted revenge on and will be sent to Brakmar and suffer , But a mark will be embedded on the chest of the Protagonist that when they die they will never see paradise and will suffer to in Brakmar as well. Zena Ai's then leaves giving them time to decide.And Once they pull the string the vengeance will be dealt.

;D

An empty land…nothing to be seen in a millions miles around…
Trees whisper their mournfull song in the wind while lost grass waves silent to the sun…

A bright sun in the dark sky
with some clouds covering it just for a second

The morning dawn fled away while noon enters the dark lands of Sidimote Moor.
“No place for an angel like me” I thought

Following the path north brought me near the walls of Bonta
city of angels, city of light, hapiness and so much more good feelings…

A soft tear runs down my cheek
as there is just to much beauty around me

Seems the perfection of the evolution that happens in the World of the Nine.


Evolution…

Blue and white
in a perfect balanced shield
Blue and white,
soft colours of the Bontarian
Blue and white
to be seen all over the World of the Nine

Evolution…

The first and last element,
as no one escapes from it
The first element,
not when born,
but when evolved
The last element,
as at 200 it ends

Evolution…

65 brave men
not to forget the women ;-p
fighting mobs of monsters
in noble service
to protect their beautiful world
 
Evolution…

Slaughtering ougi’s in Sidimote Moor
Defeating Wa’s on the islands in the sea
Pandulum’s to the far east
or Minotots in the West


Nonetheless Frigost waits
in his cold icy shelter in the nord?
Still unknown, but soon
…discovered by our guild
…defeated by our guild


Whilst standing on the sacred grounds of Bonta
these words came into my mind
whirling around in my head
making this poem
about the creation of the glorious guild
I belong to...


EVOLUTION !!!

Don't Tread On Me WARRIORS

A curious name for a curious guild.

The exact origins of the guild and its name were lost in the dragoturkey rampage of autumn 636. Although you could say the guild was reborn shortly after, as one day leader Helpmeobewan went mining and met fellow miner Rollbacksucksss. Being as helpful as always, Roll gave much advice to the unusual leader and he eventually became the first one in a long time to join the guild who was until then reserved to the Obewan family.

Once he had joined the guild, Roll saw the it was in a pityful state. And so he decided to ask -Skavy-, a much more experienced and lively sadida, to help with the guild. Together, they taught the Obewans about the resource-gathering perceptors, the advantages of recruitment and much more. They were able to dust off the guild and make its proud, pink emblem shine once again. Skavy then hung the guild emblem high atop the door of her house and the guild started accepting new recruits.

Many youngsters, joyful but inexperienced, joined the ranks of Don't Tread On Me WARRIORS in the following months. Together with ENI-spells-Iwillheal, member of the leading family, they formed a quatuor of mentors representing Wisdom, Knowledge, Strength and Determination. The guild gained in popularity in the Astrub region, and events were organized. In turn, each of them brought the recruits to exciting dungeons, went archmonster hunting and even held partys in Skavy's house. Things were going farely well, with new recruits joining our ranks and some of the older members leaving for stronger, more suitable guilds, telling their younger friends about the great experience they had.

However, all good things come to an end, and so did the happy days of Don't Tread On Me WARRIORS. We had to say goodbye to Roll who was growing old and tired of his job as a miner, and ultimately retired. And then, in a period where membership was starting to run low, Skavy's best friend suddently abandoned her, leaving her depressed. She stopped taking part in the guild's activities, refusing to come out of her home. Despite Obewan's best efforts, she still refused to go outside, although he did manage to cheer her up.

But the damage was done. Veteran members left one by one as usual, but with Roll and Skavy not taking care of the guild anymore the Obewans were unable to recruit enough new members to keep the guild active.

To this day, it is said that the Obewans have returned to their usual occupations, Rollbacksucksss sporadically returns to chop down a few trees, and -Skavy- speaks of a doomsday where the world will be subject to radical changes and everyone will wake up with their age halved.

And yet, the pink and proud emblem of Don't Tread On Me WARRIORS still shines outside Skavy's house, with the mystery of its strange name still unsolved.

Opidus chuckled and tugged the Minotot-like hood down tight on his head. Kicking the dust off of his sandals he looked across the room where he saw his leader, Grimflame, doing the same. It was then that he knew the Xelor was just as ready to defend Legion as he, the lowly guild nuisance, was. In a few seconds the enemy would be within sight and with every passing moment their hearts began to pound harder in their ears until finally it became almost deafening. Holding onto territory was never easy but this time it was going to be even tougher, the territory was a room in the depths of Gobball Dungeon and the day would be hard fought indeed.

The nuisance looked to Grimflame for guidance as the marauders came storming into the chamber. A burly Iop carrying a blade twice the size of either of the defenders alongside a lanky Sacrier adorned in the Mopy King's vestments charged towards them. The Iop bore down on Grim hard, viciously forcing him against the wall, all the while crushing his ancient bones and causing his bandages to fill with warm blood. Quickly Opidus summoned the magics given to him by Eniripsa and Grim's bones began to fuse, his blood return to his veins and his heart began to pound much more potently than before. Grim shot Opi a sly smirk as he returned the Iop's crushing blows with the slam of his clock.

The battle was not over yet, the gritty looking Sacrier was yet to make his move and both the tiny Eni and diminutive Xel were none too fond of what he was about to do. Within the blink of an eye the Sacrier replaced Opidus by Grim's side and began the onslaught anew, taking pleasure in the pain of his strikes being countered back at him by the xelor's customary enchantment. Grimflame was beginning to look like a child's ragdoll being torn between two rabid bow wows.

The Eniripsa sprang into action at the sight of his leader being so abused. Immediately he fueled the xelor's life-force with the strongest words of recovery known to the world of twelve and for a moment his tiny mummy-like body was whole again. The moment was short-lived however and just as suddenly as he had been whole he was changed. The Iop's eyes grew wide, the curled smile the Sacrier had been sporting soured and Grim looked as though he might be experiencing the worst day of his long life. Opidus grinned.

A loud explosion pierced the combatant's ears, Grimflame had been used as a weapon against his attackers. His body now an explosive powered by the life that ran through his veins. For a moment the small winged Eni cringed at the mess in front of him but soon he was chuckling at the sudden realization of why he deserved the title of “nuisance'.

"You can't keep me in here Many!". He didn't say anything, he just stared at me for a second and turned around.
He knew if I would get out of this whole, I would kill him like no one had every killed a mortal before...

1 years later.

The guard shouted "You've a visitor Vlad". I didn't know what to expect, I had never had any visitors. It turned out to be an Ecaflip named Nomekop Wodly, I didn't know him.
Nomekop: "I heard you were the most infamous Iop in all of The World of Twelve".
Me: "True, but what do you want?"
Nomekop: "I want to recruit you"
Me: "What for?"
Nomekop: "have you heard of Otomaï?"
Me: "The famous alchemist?"
Nomekop: "Yes! I've heard he gives out an Ochre Dofus to the most powerful adventurer. My quest is to steal it, but me and my brothers aren't strong enough to defeat him on our own"
I told him I would help him on two conditions. Helping me get out of the jail and defeating Djaul's follower Many. Nomekop agreed, and I told him to travel to the heart of The Evil Forest to find my sword and my Flying Karne and bring it to me.

Two months went before Nomekop was back with my sword And Flying Karne. This time he had brought his brothers, Eratz the Protester and Edasse the Killjoy.
Nomekop handed me my sword and it started blazing again, I felt the power rushing back into my body. I raised my sword without a doubt and cut the prison bars. I was free, and officially a part of the guild Destiny Awaits!

As we were walking down the stone bridge Nomekop asked me if I had ever seen a real Dofus, I told him "No". He reached for his pocket, and pulled up an Emerald Dofus.
Nomekop: "This Dofus was discovered by my great great grandfather. He defeated the air dragon Aerafal"
It deceived my eyes, I wanted that Dofus, but didn't how to get it!

We didn't get far down the pathway until we saw three shadows in the mist. I hoped Many was one of them, and God I was right! Djaul and Hyrkul was with him, I knew we couldn't kill them, but I didn't tell my guild brothers.
Me: "The Xelor is our main target"
Nomekop: "I guess that's Many"
Me: "Yeah, he needs to feel my wrath!"
Djaul: "Vlad! I'll bring you back to you cell!"
Me: "You will try!"

The epic battle went on for almost a day, everyone but Hyrkul was pretty beat up. This was when I saw the opportunity to strike Many down, I jumped to Many and drilled my sword through his heart. Many fell and i had revenged my self.
Djaul had defeated two of my bothers, but my quest was done. I whistled for my Flying Karne, Nomekop and I jumped on it and flew away.
We landed in the heart of The Evil Forest. My lust for Nomekop's Dofus was too great, I couldn't hold it back. I sliced him up in thousands of pieces, and looted his Dofus.

Vlad is now the only member of Destiny Awaits, but the guilds legend will live forever. After this event Vlad has been known as Dark Vlad, and is now hunted by a range of adventures trying to get his Dofus.

“This will be our end” Said Kolabal as soon as he realized that we were surrounded by a furious group of Awaken Dragoss, she was the youngest member of the group, a beautiful lady Pandawa with a determination of a drunken Bwork, but the power of a little Piwi. I found her totally drunk at the Burnt Cat Inn, quite brave person, so I decided that she would be my first partner on my quest for the supremacy over the world of the 12. Other warriors were recruited all over the last week, I don’t know if they accepted because they are crazy or because they think they are powerful enough for achieving this quest –well, I don’t really mind, both ways will be useful for my purposes.

A few weeks ago I heard about a treasure hidden at the Dreggon Sanctuary; the biggest treasure ever seen crowned by a Vulvis Dofus. There was just one inconvenient: it was protected by Crocabulia. I just found 7 adventurers for our travel, a nice party. Our journey was full of dangers, but by working as a team we were able to overcome all of them. When we finally arrived to the Dreggon Sanctuary, we fell into the distressing situation I told at the beginning.

Almost dead, one thought came to my head: “If I’m not able to lead this group to the victory, How am I going to be able to rule Amakna?” I felt ashamed of my own thoughts, I cannot allow those brave warriors to die yet; they will be the ones that will help me to reach my objective. It cannot finish here!!! I stood up and cheered up the party. That would be an epic battle that will be reminded all over the world, songs would be written honoring that fight.

After an epic battle, my heroes and me returned to my humble house at the Village of Amakna, the only think I could say after that journey was: “Let’s make a guild”. A name? Hmmm, the only name I could think was “The Conquerors”.

END

Have you been to Amakna lately?
Have you seen these hords of "harvesters", how they call 'emselves,
running and cutting every plant, every tree out there?
These insatiable greedy hogs, they care about nothing but profit,
kamas and 'eir "professional experience".

What have they done to their land, the beautiful Amakna?
They ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her,
stuck her with axes and dragged her down,
into devastation, grief and sorrow.

Mourning is all over the ash groves of Milicluster,
the alleys of Sidimote, the glades of the Jelly Peninsula.
Treechnid forest is turning into a giant refugee camp.
Even the venerable Eltneg Woods lie in devastation,
making Trools seek blood instead of the fine truffle.

This can't go on any longer.

My name is Lt. Al d'Oraine, and I'm puttin together a special team.
And I need eight soldiers. Eight - Fearless - Pandawa - soldiers.
We're gonna be dropped into Amakna, and once we're in enemy territory,
as a bushwackin, guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin one thing,
and one thing only: Killin Lumberjacks.

These Members of the Lumberjack Trade Union,
have conquered Amakna's forests through poaching,
torture, intimidation and terror.
And that's exactly what we're gonna do to them.
We will be cruel to the Lumberjack,
and through our cruelty, they will know who we are.
They will find the evidence of our cruelty,
in the disembowed, dismembered, and disfigured bodies
of their brothers we leave behind us.
And the Lumberjacks will not be able to help themselves
from imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands.
And the Lumberjacks, will be sickened by us.
And the Lumberjacks, will talk about us.
And the Lumberjacks, will fear us.
And when the Lumberjacks close their eyes
at night, and their sub conscious
tortures them for the evil they've done,
it will be with thoughts of us,
that it tortures them with.

Sounds good?

Then join now the Green Peas guild.
Keep Amakna Green -- Save Trees -- Kill Lumberjacks.

Title: Solace

The Citadel. I still have memories of that guild. The people there were so genuine and open toward each other. Some would say that we were open just a little too much. As a young Sacrier I was adopted by the family. We all called our leader Rose, for her beauty was truly that of a goddess and yet she could bare the thorns, a devil in women’s flesh. There were many others and were all great big family but now…
“Hey Reo!” called a familiar voice.
I snapped back into consciousness. I smiled bitterly for the voice belonged to Green, an Ecaflip and the only friend that was still alive from back then.
“We’re almost there Reortus. Its been five years but now we can finally get our revenge.”
We walked along a path that was sinking into magma, the carcasses of rats beginning to rot all around. Green sheathed his daggers and pushed open a great steel door. My heart picked up its pace and muscles tightened. This was it. Three days ago we had started our struggle against the bipedal rats of this underground and fiery world. Four days ago we had entered the sewers and snaked our way through the gunk to the lair of the rats. Seven days ago we had come to Brakmar to enact our plans of battle. Five years ago we were foolish and our friends were killed but now…
I’m ashamed to admit that I became quite excited and briefly intoxicated when Green opened that door and the alluring scent of blood entered my nostrils. I quickly shook it off and undid my bandana from my hair and wrapped it around my nose and mouth. I had to stay alert. Before us stood our enemy, the Black Rat.
Scattered along the ground were the bodies of a few fallen warriors, explaining the smell of blood. The Black Rat stood by his thrown, his swords gripped and ready. The warriors had not died without due effort for the Rat was visibly wounded. We let our guard down.
The rat struck fast and swiped Green across the chest. It was only a scratch and didn’t appear fatal but then Green fell to his knees. That’s when I saw the black liquid dripping from the sword tip. Suddenly that viperous sword struck me through the stomach. I had been infected by the plague before and had built up antibodies and that surprised my opponent. I removed the sword from my gut and started my attack. With such a huge wound, my power was overflowing. Blood drained from every orifice of the rat and into my wound. Once the flow of blood stopped, my stomach regenerated and the rat fell.
I grabbed Green’s dagger and made an incision on each palm. Gripping our palms together, I circulated both our blood through my body, absorbed his blood and transferred life. Green eventually recovered. We had eradicated the disease that had caused the death of our family.

Firstly I'll introduce myself... I'm an old sadida. In fact I'm so old that I've forgotten my real name. People call me Kannibal-Shaman because I come from the island of Kanniballs, Moon Island.

This is the the story of one guild, Paradox.

It was a normal day at Moon Island. I was sleeping in shade of big coconut palm, kanniballs and other little monsters are usually able to keep all troublemakers away. But when I woke up in the evening, someone had sneaked to my forest and even set up her camp next to me.

There were four ladies and a knight. The oldest lady was cooking something while others were having fun. Then that happened! The old lady shouted something. That noise was too much for me. I decided to deport those intruders from my forest. Lady with a bow seemed to be their leader so I went to talk to her. She really was their leader, in fact she was the leader of a little group. I still don't understand how it happened but I ended up eating with them. They told me about their group's plans and a huge world outside Moon Island. The knight told us stories about great warriors and their enemies. I was sure they were fairy tales but everyone else was convinced that those stories were true. I was still a bit suspicious, I had to see that land with my own eyes. With guidance of my new friends I explored the big World of Twelve. First, I was thinking how that knight was able to protect all those girls. But as I got to know girls I realised that only one of them, a little drunkard, needed protection. The leader, nice cra lady, and the old lady, also known as enutrof, were really frightening sight with their big hammers. And you should've seen that feca using her magical glyphs and axe! She really is much more than just a pretty girl. But on the other hand they all have really nimble fingers. It was hard to believe that they make their clothes by themselves. How a mighty warrior can be also a good tailor?

One of these days we were sitting in Atyu Sirvi's Inn drinking beer (feca drank mimilk 'cause she hates beer) when cra told as that she'd like to establish a guild. We all liked that idea and the knight asked what should be our guild's name. Everyone had their ideas but finally old lady asked: "Can there be more paradoxical guild than us?" Everyone knew the answer so the debate was over. A guild called Paradox was founded.

Heaven Knights

A long time ago the people were split in two, the good and the bad. The leader of the good was Brutus, Zeblak was leader of the bad. There was war between them, almost everyone died. Brutus and Zeblak faced each other, head-to-head. They fought like animals for hours! Zeblak won, but only because he’d made a pact with Satan. Zeblak had sacrificed his soul to satan so if he ever died, he had to burn in Hell forever.

Moments after his defeat, Brutus awoke in Heaven. The smell of fresh sesame bread filled his nose; it was the most beautiful place he'd ever seen. Tofus played with Boowolfs, Kimbo played chess with Kanigers, Gobballs slept in the Kralove’s arms, everything seemed to be so lovely and peaceful. Brutus met some of his old friends and founded a group called “Heaven Friends”.

Brutus began planning a journey back to Earth to take revenge on Zeblak. In Heaven's office they asked God, Lichenous Maximus-San, for permission to go back to Earth. He refused because he was very stressed. “My daughter cut off my hair while I slept , I want my hair back! I miss it so badly! I searched all of Heaven for a decent hairdresser to make my hair long again, but I found nobody, I’ve got to find a hairdresser, bye!”

Brutus had a wonderful idea. He took some scissors and cut off all the hair of the Heaven Friends.
“We got a Tailor?” Brutus asked.
“Me, what do you need?” said Aloget.
“Sew together the hair!” replied Brutus.

After an hour, Aloget had done his work. It was late so they thought it was impolite to bring God his hair back now. Cin-Dlo said they should sneak into God’s bedroom. They snuck into God's bedroom and began working.

Next morning everyone woke up to a thunderous roar. "I have long hair again! I feel so young!"

Brutus and his fellows rushed to Heaven's office and told God what they’d done.

Tears were flowing down God's cheeks. He was overjoyed.
God: “Was it you? I never saw you! How did you do it?”
Brutus: “That’s not important.”
God: “Well you’re awesome, thanks so much! What’re you called?”
Cin-Lod: “We’re the Heaven Friends!”
God: “That name sounds ridiculous. I shall call you Heaven Knights." Is there anything else that you want?”
Brutus: “We would like to go back to Earth, where we belong."
"Here, take this." God threw a crescent-like fragment to Brutus. "You may find it of use to you later."

Seconds later, the Heaven Knights awoke to find themselves on the land they called home.

Brutus roamed the Earth in search of Zeblak. After several months, Brutus finally found Zeblak. They fought for hours until Brutus remembered the fragment God had given him. "Take this!" Brutus exclaimed while thrusting the fragment into Zeblak's chest. At long last, Zeblak had been defeated and Earth was finally in peace.

Returning to the guild hall after a dangerous adventure was always cause for celebration, but tonight promised to be particularly eventful. News had spread that our chief Eniripsa was at long last going to reveal his latest masterpiece. The odd warbling sounds emanating from his room had been a source of endless speculation amongst the guild. Anticipation was running high... tonight would be the largest gathering that Superlative Exemplar's guild house had seen in quite some time.

As I entered our presentation hall it was comforting to see familiar faces lining the seats. I called out a greeting to our dragoturkey breeder who was still dusty from a day spent at the paddocks. She waved back absentmindedly, but her attention was focused on her treasured ledger that recorded the mating habits of her herd in intricate detail. Close by was her faithful Enutrof companion with his nose buried in notes of his own which tracked the current market value of various dragoturkey breeds. Attempting to sit next to him I was surprised to discover a sneakily invisible Sram with a penchant for playing tricks already occupying the space... at the sight of her wicked smile and flashing daggers I quickly moved to the end of the row.

Taking my seat I couldn't help but smile when I overheard two friends continuing their ongoing competition to see who was shorter. You would think that a shriveled old Xelor would have an unfair advantage against a tall and slender Feca when it comes to shortness, but somehow the clever Feca was always able to find some creative loophole that kept the contest alive. Today she had spent the day soaking in magical hot springs which had transformed her appearance and shrunken her down to the size of a common bow meow! Even the wizened Xelor who was used to her tricks by now was impressed by this latest move. Those gathered closest to the unusually small and furry Feca were jokingly trying to per her, but the crowd soon quieted down once twinkling fairyworks announced that the show was about to begin.

Large maroon curtains slowly parted to reveal our eccentric Eniripsa surrounded by a quintet of coneys. At the prompting of his wand the coneys broke out into song, their high pitched voices distinguished by oddly mispronounced words. Laughter filled the hall, but as the show progressed it was hard to deny that they put on an entertaining performance. Apparently ample training and a large supply of cawwots will work wonders on wabbits.

As the music picked up tempo a few audience members were tapping their toes, but the entire hall quickly jumped to their feet once a mischievous Feca conjured up a well placed burning glyph. The party was in full swing now with the Feca leading the dance with his enthusiastic gyrations. Bwork beer flowed freely that night and those of us with our wits still intact the following morning would cherish the memory.

They were sitting in the inn, a red-haired Iop in green garments, a sleepy Sadida, and a Cra in a frivolous outfit.

"Let's create a crafters guild", Cra said. This idea wasn't new at all. Actually, it was the only idea she ever had.
"Whatever, just don't expect me to work the whole day. Sadida should sleep 23 hours and eat three times a day to be healthy and happy," - uttered half-asleep Sadi.
"Well, we could use collectors to help us with the resources" - mumbled Iop. Unlike other Iops he was cursed by Gods with vivid imagination and quick wits, or more likely one of his grandfathers was in close relationship with a Xelor peach.
"But then we'll have to protect them," - argued Sadida, - "and Cra isn't capable of doing anything but chopping, and you think so much you can't make two hits without a minute between them, and I..."
"And you are always busy with your "short nap", - finished for him Cra.
"It's not a problem, we just need to hire mercenaries to do the fighting" - suggested Iop.
"Sure, and give them all my money. It will NEVER happen!" - declared Cra. Perhaps her grandfather was in love with Enutrof - this Cra was so greedy, she could be easily confused with one of old ladies, especially with her love to grumble.
"Maybe free bread and beer will do?" - he tried again.
"But we'll still have to pay for these..." - argued Cra.
"I have a better idea," - an old voice interrupted her, - "Instead of kamas or beer, we're going to offer tremendous knocking career opportunities: soldier can become sergeant, who can become lieutenant, and so on ... up to Governor-General".
Old lady came to the table, put her massive chest onto, and made herself comfortable. "This way our money will be safe" - she glanced meaningfully at her precious chest, - "and soldiers will be happy, too. And we'll do even more! We'll create a separate division for them."
"Why don't you just give them a job? And make other people to pay for it?" - Sadida had awaked.
"I like the second part, I definitely like it!" - exclaimed Enu.
"So be it. We'll make a Protection Division and you, Mr. Genius, will be responsible for recruiting our warriors" - Cra challenged Sadida. He had nothing to do but to bow and accept his new position - Recruiting Officer.
"By the way, have you decided on the name, the banner, and the leader?" - asked Enu suspiciously.
"Red and green for the banner, to suit our garments", - decided Cra.
"Nice idea," - nodded Iop and Sadida.
"How paradoxical is it! You talk about the guild, but choose banner to fit your outfit", - Enu grumbled.
"Paradox is a good name, by the way, we'll take it," - finished the discussion Cra.