Wolves of Fenris (WOLF)
WOLF is a group of friends seeking to have the utmost fun in UO doing whatever its members are interested in, to include: all forms of PvM (T-Hunting, Paragon hunting, Dungeon crawls, in both tram and fel); PvP to include champ spawns, field fights and anything else our members are interested in; RP of our characters within the parameters of the background of our guild.
WOLF is based in a warhammer 40k game army, the Space Wolves. This only serves as a background for our RP. The Wolves are making a new history in Sosaria on the Origin shard. We do NOT RP wolves, we just have a wolf theme, with cool titles and background stories. We are a "good" guild in that we do not grief other players or PK needlessly in felucca. This doesn't not mean we won't defend ourselves or our honor at times in ways that some guilds might not.
We have a castle surrounded by a growing community of keeps and houses east of Britain in trammel. Currently new members have the option of placing a house in our community until it fills up. We are openly recruiting anyone that is a Virtuous player and interested in teamwork and goal-oriented play in UO. This does not mean that you will be accepted into the guild, but anyone can apply.
WOLF was started by several friends from the pacific shard of UO, who have all played UO for many years. We come from various guilds and seek to build a new community on Origin. We already have several new friends that have joined us from other shards that came to Origin.
We maintain a website (under construction) with message boards, a TeamSpeak server, and a UOAM server for the use of our members. We will require TS for PvP but not PvM (but highly recommended). We are NOT a PvP guild but we will offer PvP as an option for our members. Our goal is to remain as cutting edge as possible while maintaining a casual RPing atmosphere for our members to enjoy. Everyone in WOLF will have the opportunity to advance according to their deeds, and no one will be turned away based on whether they play too much or too little of UO (casual players still welcome). This is not a hardcore RP guild, but we will have basic requirements of our members to maintain a modicome of RP atmosphere in the guild.
Anyone interested in such a guild should contact me via pm. I don't like posting my icq here. But I will give you my icq in pm and get back to you right away. I have years of experience in leading guilds and promise you a quality experience in WOLF if you join, and the opportunity to advance as far as you care to, and help in attaining any of your UO goals, as well as a tight-knit family of people to call friends on Origin shard. *smiles*
-Destiny
Great Wolf (GM), Wolves of Fenris
P.S.--Here is a short account of the First Founding of the Wolves in Sosaria (how we came to be here from such a distant place):
Ragnar looked worriedly at Logan Grimnar. The Great Wolf shook his head in resignation. "It's no use Ragnar, I fear that they are lost." Ragnar stared in disbelief. "Surely there is something we can do? Is there no way to locate them at all?" "No, my friend. Many Space Wolves have been lost in the Warp just like this in ages past. None of them have ever been heard from again. We can hope, and we can continue to search for a way to find them. But for now, we must say goodbye." The Great Wolf bowed his head, and everyone in the great hall followed, murmuring prayers to Russ for their battle brothers. Ragnar opened his eyes and looked around. "Someday," he said, "...someday I will find them..." Logan Grimnar shook his head again, and retired to his chambers, his head filled with his own dark thoughts, and brooded for some time over the loss of an entire Great Company, before turning his attention to more immediate matters within the Fang.
"What was that?!!" yelled Jorin. "I don't know my Lord, we seem to have been sucked into the Warp. I fear the worst." Strom Silverfist gazed at his leader with a quizzical look. "Great spear of Russ, I wonder where we will end up now!" "My Lord, I do not know. I think we are gone from our world forever. We can only hope that where we land is more hospitable than where we came from." "You have that right," said Jorin, then sighed, thinking about the hordes of Tyranids they had left behind. "I guess Russ had his plans for us. We will stick together no matter what."
Jorin Bloodfang pondered briefly over what would become of his Great Company now. Since losing contact with the Chapter's battle ships, they had taken quite a beating. The Space Woves were mostly immune to the supernatural goings on within the Warp, but that did not mean they were not extremely wary at this sudden turn of events He looked around and saw nervous marines looking expectantly at him. "No matter what," he said loudly and steadily, "we will face our fate like true Space Wolves. We will die fighting if that be our fate. If not we will face living with honor. Prepare yourselves, my battle brothers!" with that, a loud roar went up from the assembled marines, accompanied by no small amount of howls. They then stood ready as their ship emerged from the Warp amid a dazzling aura of silver light from a small sun. The ship tumbled through space and was caught up in the gravity of a planet. A world like so many and yet distinct. It appeared as so many other spheres in space had appeared before, impossible to make out its features beneath the cloud cover that surrounded it.
"Ok here we go," shouted Jorin, "today we make history yet again!" The ship began to break up and Jorin ordered his brothers to abandon ship. A thousand Space Wolves loaded themselves into their drop pods and prepared their weapons like so many times before, knowing that this time was different, and could well be their last. The looked at each other at they fell through the atmosphere, wondering what this new world of theirs would bring.
Soon they wondered no more. Jorin popped the hatch on his pod after it hit the earth. His Wolf Guard leaped out ahead of him, scattering quickly to assess the immediate surroundings. Soon Strom returned with the others. "My Lord, the world appears hospitable. We are stranded but at least we are alive." "That remains to be seen, my friend," said Jorin. "We will see what kind of life we can make here."
Suddenly a rustle in the nearby brush brought them to alert. The squad of Wolf Guard along with the rest of the Company had bolters trained on the branches as a figure emerged. A shriveled, hunched over, ancient man appeared. He appeared to be some sort of magi, his cloak embroidered with archaic runes. The Wolf Priest put his hand out to lower Jorin's chainsword. "Stay your hand my brother; he appears to mean us no harm. And I sense he has a kind spirit." "Indeed," said the stranger,"I come bringing greetings from the Council of Mages of Britannia, which is more than I can say for others who dwell here! But in all my Sosarian days, I have never ever seen the likes of you! What manner of men are you? And why are you here?" Jorin glanced at his battle brothers before speaking. "It's a long story, ancient mage. I will tell you it in its entirity. But first, may I know who I am speaking to?" The old mage paused. "Boric," he said, "Boric the Grey at your service." A thin smile crossed his lips. "And I fear you may need my service more than you think." With than he made a quick motion to follow, turned, and disappeared into the trees. Jorin and company quickly gathered up their belongings and made to follow, wondering what their fate would be, and where their freak mishap had finally brought them. "Sosaria, he said. I wonder where that is?" intoned Strom. "I don't know, but it's where we are now," said Jorin with resignation. "Russ protect us, it's where we are now."