#house stygian

The long journey through Desolace with House Stygian, and the refugees they saved from Teldrassil, was tiring. They had encountered Horde along the way towards Feathermoon, but nothing that would stop Stygian from getting the refugees to safety, and no Horde were going to stop Dardillien from getting to Feathermoon, not after receiving a letter from his sister via one of her imps saying she was going to Lordaeron to lay siege to Undercity. He needed to get back to Stormwind as soon as possible. 

Stygian eventually made it to Feathermoon, unfortunately not unscathed, Dardillien being among the ones injured having taken a bullet to the leg.  However, the worgen was not going to let that hinder him, as with any Gilnean he was proud and stubborn bordering on reckless, and he kept his injury to himself. It had been explained to him those in Stygian who needed to return to Stormwind could via a portal.

 I can just take a portal back to Stormwind, have father remove this bullet in my leg, and tell him about Alyssa.. What is she thinking going to Lordaeron..  Dardillien thought to himself as he approached Lady Illayia Caliat, one of Stygian’s arcanists.

“Where may I find one of the portals to Stormwind?” He asked.

“From me.” She answered.

“Oh, of course. Whenever you plan to open a portal to Stormwind, please let me know. I need to get there as soon as possible.” The worgen stated, hiding the pain he was in.

“I may do such now. I am not limited to one portal an evening.”

“That would be much appreciated, Lady Illayia.”

“Very well, let us find an appropriate place to do such.” She led Dardillien out of the building where Stygian was currently going to hold in Feathermoon. The Ren’dorei then began channeling her arcane power in her hands until finally ripping open a portal in front of her.

“Thank you.” Dardillien said giving her a nod as walked by and entered through the portal.

Ayaidus sat atop the pig and whistle peering over the dark city, with nothing but torches lighting the distant rooftops. His hands twirled as he was watching the steeple of the Cathedral towering high above the city. His eyes flickered the usual purple hint seen in his worgen form as he spotted one of his members hanging high above. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as her heart beat at a steady pace, he closed his eyes.

Come find me

His thoughts immediately broadcast-ed to the adrenaline junkie, her heart started to beat faster at the sound of his voice in her head. He watched as she slid down the towering heights and made her way towards him.

His silence soon came to an end as he heard the soft pad of leather boots across the rooftop behind him. He felt her heart racing.

She stood behind him. “Aya…”

He continued to sit and watch the rooftops listening as she stood behind him seeming frustrated and scared.

“How many people have rings like these, Aya?” “About five.” “And how many were in Stormsong Valley last night?” 

Aya paused a moment thinking about past members still on contracts.

“About 5 are out there.”

There was a pause in the conversation before Aya stood and looked the woman up and down, he knew she was gonna make a move. Her feet braced and so did he as she lunged forward and grabbed his collar, their height was noticeably different as her head came to his chin. Her eyes filled with anger and rage.

“I could have died, Aya. How could you make a rookie mistake like that?”

Aya let her hold him as he stayed calm understanding her anger, she was new to the society she’ll learn. Aya talked softly as he explained his test to see if she would keep her mouth shut and stay loyal on this mission.

“You feckin’ rat bastard Aya! A test? They coulda shishkabobed me and you wouldn’t have been there in time. They coulda cuffed me up and ‘napped me. I didn’t sell a part of my soul for shit like this.” Her hands would jerk at his collar and the thought of pushing him off the roof grew more tantalizing each second.

Ayaidus’ eyes grew in anger as she didn’t understand the test. His eyes flickered purple but remained that color through his rage. He took a step forward and her grip lessened, he continued to walk forward pushing her with each stride as his bones stretched and he grew a foot in height. He was now covered in fur exposing his worgen form.

“I would never have let you die, I was watching every move. No one in my Society shall fall in vain and I would give my life rather than seeing one of you die on my contract. I Take care of those who show trust and loyalty to me” his voice was a deep growl as his titanium like teeth showed in a snarl and his serrated claws stretched out.

Her anger seemed to subside as he noticed her heart calming and her stance becoming weaker. He slowly reverted to his human form as he readjusted himself and sat back down with his back towards her.

“What did you Lose?”

“Food and drink taste like ash, and I can’t feel love.”

“What did you have to gain?” “Unlocked potential.” “That sucks.” “Yeah… maybe if I knew how to read I coulda read the fine print.”

The pair would spend the rest of the evening conversing, getting to know each other and their new found relationship. Hhe learned that, the two of them were not so different after all, both in how they started, and how they got to where they were now. They laid near each other on the roof: sharing stories, laughing, even feeling sad, pointing out the stars. His faith stayed with her as he learned more about her and she passed his test.

The night was soothing, funny, and just a moment of vulnerability. His mind wandered at the thought of her selling her soul for something so important. After he left her laying on that roof he kept thinking.

I knew something so perfect was too good too be true

House Stygian is recruiting!

<House Stygian>

 is opening its doors to the RP community for recruitment. Join and experience some of the most active, long-running, and involving plots on the server, as well as a wonderful group of friends to attend them with.

House Stygian is a community active, heavy RP guild with a lawful neutral alignment. We are a naval and expeditionary themed organization focusing on the action/adventure side of DM storylines. We do transporting of supplies, storyline events, combat training nights, scientific/lore events, and other social events; such as drinking games, brawl nights, and community events.

As of now, we are actively engaged in story through Legion, into BfA, in terms of lore-following events. We have at least 2-3 social events a week. As well as normally 1-2 plot events for our ongoing story. Not only that, we actively engage in PvE, doing raids weekly, as well as Mythic+ runs regularly to help our members gear, and experience end-game content. Let us know if you have any further questions!

Inquire if you wish to join, or fill out an application!

Guild Links:

Sigil/Tabard (Seen above)

Officer Pin (Seen below)

House Description

Guild Combat System - Note: Looks hard, but is very simple.

Last, but not least, for the Tumblr community.

                                                                        Our House in a Nutshell

Gaining a good reputation as an RP guild can be hard. As such, House Stygian strives to adhere to global standard of a drama-free environment. We cater to every type of schedule, and form events that will match anyone who seeks to join. We are particular of who we allow to enter our ranks, as we pursue a literate, and maturity standard for our members. This may seem restrictive, but if you can type coherently, and act like a logical adult (when you need to), you will fit in perfectly.

From oath nights every fortnight, where our members bind their honor to an allegiance with their house, to brawl nights, where members can lay out feuds for all to see, as well as test their meddle in varied combat. We cover most of the spectrum, when it comes to events. We also allow our members the opportunity to build their own events, and plot out their own storylines, for their fellow wolves to follow.

The Stygian family carries on a rich, dark theme. Building a dynasty from the pieces of a previous defeated, and fractured family, our legacy continues, tenfold in strength. With great leadership, we bear the banner of gold and crimson with pride.

The Banner: A golden, howling wolf upon a foundation of crimson. The crimson represents the blood that stains the field as a foundation for a pristine golden entity to arise. As such, the dark history of Stygian is accursed through years of bloodshed, only to formulate a house with pure desires, and a wealthy tariff of trade, and other reputable forms of business between other guilds and noble houses.

Our Mission: To better the great kingdom of Stormwind, and the Alliance as a whole. To do that, we raise our banner to humanitarian, liberation, and philanthropic efforts across Azeroth. We carry out military expeditions to combat, and defeat antagonistic groups that threaten those less fortunate.

You, or your character, will fit in House Stygian if...

Your character is attentive, and willing to be loyal to a cause.

You OOCly are a logical RPer, and do not mind the occasional roll-based fighting event.

You OOCly are mature enough to have a conversation without being offended, and having people walk on eggshells around you.

You OOCly are pleasant to be around, and do not cause drama on a regular basis.

You OOCly do not demand attention to be placed on your character as a hero for every situation, and do not attempt to take the spotlight from other RPers. Everyone has their moment to shine.

The Ranks of House Stygian

Every recruit requires an In-Character interview in order to gain an In-Character rank. The ranks are as follows:

The Countess (GM): Lady Natalie Brooke, heir-presumptive to House Stygian, and direct heiress of House Brooke.

Liege-Commanders (Co-GMs): Commanders, and hosts of the High Council. Above the divisions’ direct councilors, they act as direct delegates of the countess, using the combined strength of the divisions to assure they are all utilized to their full potential.

High Council (Senior Officers): Division Leaders, and primary commanders of operations within the house.

Roseguard (Junior Officers, and commanders in the field):  Stygian’s most trusted. Tried and tested through the Trial of the Rose to be promoted from the general divisions into the officer core. They are pulled from those that excel in any of the four primary divisions listed below.

Physician (Medical Division):  For characters with healing capabilities; divided into combat medicine, and clinical medicine. For combat and non-combat individuals.

The Lady's Fang (Specialist Division): Operations; intel of House Stygian, led by the Operative Captain. They are the task force that detaches to complete reconnaissance and detailed operations. The tip of the spear.

Rose Battalion (Ground Forces Division): Specialized in ground tactics, the battalion operates as a well-oiled machine to lay siege upon enemy forces, and to out-maneuver their opponents in the field.

Vale Scholar (Scholar/Caster Division): The researchers, skilled incanters, and general highbrows of the organization. These gifted individuals are the lifeblood of House Stygian’s research and development core. Between offering lore lessons, studying artifacts and items of interest recovered from operations, and managing supernatural affairs as a contact between the house and the Kirin Tor, they often are the most busied of our order.

Contingent (Enlisted):  Unproven combatants, or skilled workers; handmaidens, blacksmiths, chefs of House Stygian. Those who enlist in Stygian begin as a Contingent, until they’ve proven themselves in the field to be placed among the proven Stygians in their aspired division.

Ancillary (OOC rank): Alternate characters, characters awaiting interviews, friends of the guild, or characters ICly dismissed from House Stygian pending return (for story, or otherwise).

The Stygian Sorcery Shoppe

Featuring a rotating stock of reagents, draughts, and other mystical goods curated by House Stygian. Come on down and visit for all your sorcerous needs!

When: February 23rd @ 5 PM PDT (server time)

Where: Mage District of Stormwind City, OOCly in the Essential Components building.

(Thank you to the awesome DM of our event Dilleana Escalon she wrote out this description for the start of the event and played all the NPCs in this event.  She is awesome.)

Those of House Stygian who were assigned to the mission had gathered at the consulate where Lady Illayia Caliat Stygian’s arcanist opened a portal to their destination..

 The mist rested softly on the mountain peaks like a cloth draped over a pillow. The moonlight tried to break through the clouds, spilling onto the tall, green grass wet with dew. The vast valleys and glens that surrounded the landscape seemed endless. This is the lands of the ancients, and you can feel their presence in the very earth beneath your feet. The expanse of the lush greenery was breathtaking. The mountain peaked were topped with ivory snow at the very top, with cascades of green that clung to the rocky sides. Splashes of purple were scattered around from the thistle and heather that sprouted from the fertile soils. Along the valley under Stygian’s feet, yellow daffodils brushed along their ankles and spread in thick clusters as far as the eye could see. Sheep, freshly wooled, were grazing along their pasture. A small creek ran by, pouring out of the nearby woodland and filled the air with a bubbling melody of running water.

 Up the road, there was a slate roofed farmhouse. The farm grew up out of the pale green hills as if it had always been part of the scenery. The house itself was a beautiful brick, the colors being the hues of the land herself, rustic brown striations on grey rock. Upon the rolling fields grew potatoes, turnips and other root related vegetables. Beyond the farm, several leagues off rested a quaint village. At the center of it all towered what appeared to be a church. It’s height towered over the rest of the buildings that circled it, and it’s brick had darkened with age, giving it’s Gothic steeples an eerie appearance. On top of it all, at the very top where the clouds parted...the moon hung low and large, and blood red in color.

The Heartsong Festival 2017

Thank you, everyone, for such an amazing turnout. We had loads of fun hanging out with you all, and we’re happy we were able to share one of our favorite WoW holidays with the WrA community. I’m sad we weren’t able to snag more screenshots as the night went on, and more people showed up. We started with our dancing and open bar, as well as the return of the Cards of Fate, a game of chance that received lots of love last year. Then we moved on to a wonderful, and funny skit and play performed by @caterinaprimrose and her fledging theater troupe! As promised, here are the tallies for our Date Auction, which wrapped up our series of events.

Aneokame: 32k Venezio: 20k Zevaron: 14,020 Mozelle: 70k (Highest Buyout!) Desmond: 18.1k Cory Shannon: 13k Variali: 11k Silver: 25k Mystogan: 5,001 Dilleana: 4k Tiberiaus Winterscar: 10k Anndraea: 12k Rhio: 12k Doc: 3k Neytiri: 13k Eve Daniels: 26k Dalevord: 1k Cade: 25k (Latilda) Athena: 5k Thalash: 22k Carrie: 1,006 Total Earned: 342,127 gold

After we tallied our final amount, and we were able to distinguish the means of inflation between IC/OOC gold margins, we forwarded the full amount of 170,000 gold to <The Stormwind City Guard> as both an IC and OOC thanks for the hard work they put into carrying out the fun, yet unforgiving/strenuous RP that is our resident law enforcement of Stormwind. They also helped us in keeping the event organized both IC and OOCly, with the pertinent help of Percy Aldenhardt! The rest will be going to paying those who assisted in carrying out the event, for both vendors and entertainers alike! Again, thank you all for your help, as well as your support! <3 @mozelledeliond @kimiriahisair @sigridnaraan @the-royal-courier @braxtonhudson @fyzahazarov @wiedaashcroft @householt @thecyanbladesman @lamentofmoons @jossetta @moriayamina @thesnoreashan (Wont let me tag Ane or Vulpes) @ravenhollowg @thestormwindguard @alranon-purdue @the-news-nerd @valeriemalos @emily-r-oswan (AND MANY MORE, WHOM I DO NOT KNOW THEIR TUMBLR!)

(Some music, but not required.)

The moon hung high in the sky above the trees of Darnassus, it was a beautiful city, one that Dardillien had not seen in five years when he left to find his father in Stormwind. The Worgen was just as awestruck by the city now as he was the first time he saw it, he actually missed Darnassus as it was like a second home to him and many other Gilneans who had fled to this city with their Kaldorei allies.

Dardillien made his way from the makeshift Stygian consulate to the courtyard just before the main gate that lead out of the city, there many Sentinels stood as they listened to orders from their captain and seemed to be preparing to depart for Darkshore.  He tried not to interfere, and avoided the Sentinels as he walked to the old training dummy he used back when he was learning how to wield a sword properly with Garrett five years ago.

“Fond memories of this old thing, I wonder where Garrett is now?” Dardillien spoke to himself as he eyed the dummy, old memories returning of Garrett teaching him how to use his anger and rage to channel it into fighting rather than let it consume him. It was something Dardillien desperately needed at the time, after the loss of all his loved ones in the Fall of Gilneas.

Dardillien took a deep breath before removing his gloves, shoulderguards, leather chestpiece, and shirt. He then shifted into his worgen form and began clawing at the training dummy. Slashing. Punching. Kicking. Even occasionally shooting it with his revolver. Every blow landed felt like a small part of his frustration leaving him, everything that had happened in the last week that was taking its toll on him mentally slowly fading with every impact. His relationship with Eralyne ending, having to come to war with Stygian and leave his sister behind, the hell Stygian fought through upon arriving at Darkshore, his fear of dying in combat, all of it fading away with every blow to the training dummy.

Hours must have gone by as Dardillien continued to wallop the dummy, letting his mind go blank and find a moments peace until eventually he grew tired and decided to head back to the consulate. He made sure walk by the Temple of the Moon.

Elune guide me, and keep me safe so that I can see my family again. I feel lost and afraid in these times.. Dardillien thought as he looked up to the Temple before continuing on his way back to Stygian’s consulate.

Feylai watched the keep from afar, keeping out of sight and watching for any sort of reaction to her crime. Even after a week, there was no sign her infiltration had even happened. The guard shifts remained the same, the patrol routes didn't change...and all the same vulnerabilities were there to exploit.

Bloody fel, she thought, why couldn't they just take the bait?

A few days later, after a hurried journey to Elwynn Forest, she observed a small camp from a tree, watching its inhabitants – all humans, as expected – mill about and prepare for their next score. It was clear from their gear that they were either brigands or mercenaries. Rudimentary breastplates, cheap swords, and pouches of gold handed out by their leader. The rough, scarlet-haired woman spent most of her time in her tent, sharpening her knives and polishing her armour.

The little elf was not without scruples, despite her rather unsavoury deeds not two weeks past. And so, she devised a test for her would-be targets. Instead of simply slaughtering them wholesale right then and there, she laid a trap. Donning her best and most colourful clothes, she walked by their camp, coinpurse jingling at her side. The perfect bait for bandits.

Then, she picked up a nearby rock and pocketed it. No need for expensive weapons with how her targets were armoured.

Like clockwork, the band accosted their mark, weapons in hand.

“Oi, moneybags! To get past us, you have to pay the toll.”  said the woman in front, oddly calmly.

Fey turned to smoke and formed behind her, hitting her in the back of the neck with her rock, hard. Then, as the woman collapsed to a heap, paralyzed, she turned and blasted the remaining bandits back with magic. She stepped again, and again, and again, striking with her stone each time. In less than five seconds, the whole band lay dead or dying by the roadside.

***

Back in her black armour, she travelled back to Stormheim, to her target. She infiltrated in much the same way she did last time, only more carefully. Instead of using a goblin glider, she used her own magical wings. Instead of climbing up normally, she shadowstepped from foothold to foothold, making not a sound. She brought with her a set of magical scrolls, tucked neatly into a satchel and padded so as to make no sound. She had already picked out her targets, so she moved with purpose, already familiar with her surroundings.

Between silence spells, efficient chokeholds, and forcible teleportation, abducting five specific guards was trivial. The difficulty for Fey came when she moved on to her second task.   She left the way she came in, then scaled the cliffs laterally, making her way to the staging area bridge in the darkness. In the time between patrols, she went to work.

Within each scroll, she had inscribed a summoning spell, bound to the corpse of a bandit. She made sure to flay them beyond recognition beforehand, so as to confuse the investigation. Each guard she took was about the same build as one of the corpses, so perhaps whoever would perform the autopsy would misidentify the remains.

When she left, five flayed and bloody corpses were strung up beneath the bridge for all to see.