Guild Wars 2

We are a small guild, intend to stay that way, that looks for RPérs that is above 18 and is looking for a relaxed enviroment to do casual or more longterm RP in.

We expect you to be mature and behave no matter if others are annoying you in your rp and simply act as an adult.

We play, currently, mostly Norns but that is no limit or will be the long term goal. We accept any race, gender, proffession as long as they got a plausible background for being there.

Thunderhorn is a family of Norn´s and you can choose to play friends, guards, or relatives to the family. You can, if you want, choose to go your own way and still be part of the guild. OOC or IC dosnt matter as long as you like hanging around.

We will not spoon feed you RP and assume that you can handle yourself out there. We RP when and if we can.

The family has ties to the Vigil and the order of whispers ICly so that could be one way you get in contact with them.

The key is immersion in our rp. Feel it, breath it, and act it.

We do PVE, PVP and most things that the game offers but RP always comes first in our view.

If your intressted in this contact Derfel Thunderhorn or Krissania ingame.

(A glimpse of the past)

The snow fell heavy, her hands shaking, as she crawled inside the opening. She had been running for days, her clothes was torn, and she was starving for water and something to eat. The cold didnt bother her as much and once she got inside the cave it smelled horribly. Something stired inside the darkness and she cursed silently. She wasnt alone. Holding the bloodied spear in her hands she aimed it inside the cave waiting. It was total silence appart from her own breathing and then suddenly she heard the growling. Low and slowly coming closer. She trembled from exhaustion and as the big animal came towards her she put the back end into the ground for support and waited. The beast, an animal she never seen before, charged her straight on. There was a moment she feared for her life but the fight was over almost the moment it started. The big beast speared itself on the tip and roared out in pain and whimpered as it pulled away. She watched it fall down and soon it didnt move, nor breathed, and she sat there gazing at it baffled. She didnt dare test if it was alive and simply let the spear stay lodged in its chest and leaned on the wall sighing deeply. The snow storm raged on outside and not before long she drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.

She woke again, in the middle of the night, and it was pitch dark. She could smell the animal still and frowned some as she adjusted her position some. She looked out at what she thought was the entrance but it was to dark to see it. She sighed, trembling, and felt the cold starting to get to her. She wouldnt survive long she thought. A lone girl on her own in the middle of the wild. She had her tenth birtday only a few weeks before the attack. In the complete darkness around her she could see the images of them cheering and having a good time celebrating. Yet she noticed her uncle frown at her from a distance. She was an outsider he had told her. You will never be one of us. She didnt understand those words but she noticed at times the others too. Gazing at her differently and not playing with her as they did with others. Yet she looked like them. Sure she was a bit larger but who cared? Apparently they did she replied to herself. It didnt matter anymore. They were all dead now. She couldnt see anyone able to escape except for herself. Not even her mother got away. At this thought she started crying and sobbed for a long time before she fell asleep again.