#tideguard

Hello, hello folks! Elstine here, and we want YOU to sign up for a part-time Sales Associate role today!

What is a Sales Associate one might ask? I’ll tell you! - A Sales Associate (SA) is an individual working for a store or business that circulates around the wonderful and fun world of SALES! You’ll learn the product, learn selling techniques that can be applied to Real Life scenarios, and of course SELL, SELL, SELL!

Currently we’re really searching for folks that’d be eager to fill various time-frames in manning various storefronts (You can choose which store!) during business hours on the Server.

Important info!

You do not have to join a guild; only add myself, Quiinn, and Sonnilyn to your friends list for communication and add us on Discord.

Just about any time frame is currently open to choose from.

An IC Interview will be required, IC training can and will be provided as well.

You will have an IC pay-check! Yay, motivation!

You can quit at any time!

Yes, there is a chance for a permanent position in-guild!

Yes, you can be promoted ICly even without joining a guild! It does take time and of course, dedication.

What should you expect in return? 

Fantastic random roleplay encounters with random individuals you may have not otherwise roleplayed with!

Learn real-life sales techniques, from sociology and psychology to marketing and management!

Get deeply immersed in the world of Azeroth with our detailed and fun methods of running the shops!

You get to meet fantastic people and make new friends!

You get to expand your IC contacts! If you’re looking to start a business, there is no better place to get involved! You’ll meet suppliers, sales-masters, managers, and so forth!

Any questions, comments, or concerns - or if you’re interested, please message me on Tumblr or contact Elstine, Quiinn, or Sonnilyn in-game!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIDE <3 

So I was doing a stream where I am sketching freeby for my guild to practice emotion with that meme thing.   And since it’s the birthday of Tide, I decide to do a full color of it :3 

((IC excerpt shortened a lottttt.))

“Row ya bastar’s, row!” Below deck Greghon’s voice boomed forward in command as his burly figure heaved arms forward and backward. The long oars of the crew stretching down to the waves, dipping up then down as they propelled the ship forward. Relying solely off of the strength and willpower of the men aboard now, the ship cut through waves kicking the salty sea back at those within the bowels of the ship, showering them through the portholes. Pained grunts were the only noise made now, a rhythm all it’s own as muscles burned to not only keep the pace but to accelerate it.

Tideguard stood on the top deck, unable to fully concentrate, her head continuously swiveled to watch the encroaching enemy ships. Four total took a broad pursuit as they came upon the convoy moving in it’s triangle pattern. Her mind was everywhere; were the other ships doing their jobs? How long until the firing begins? How many shots can we take? The rest of the ship moved in unison, perfect harmony to one another but she was utter chaos as she stood, foot tapping furiously on the planks of wood.

Jack however held the opposite reaction. Content, calm, despite the odds being out of favor he couldn’t be more in his element. Then the first volley sounded off. The crack of gunpowder echoed from the distant barrels, igniting within the cylinders an untraceable amount of iron balls shot forward. Overhead, into the water, they all missed serving no other purpose than to gauge distance. As the first wave exploded outwards, Tideguard hunched, hands covering her head as if it would be of any use- yet Jack still stood tall.

They were getting closer. Weren’t they? Were we getting closer? The triangle formation held together, easing to the right as it pulled to the first ship. It originally held faceless men with the distance, mere dots moving above deck to adjust sails and prepare- but as the convoy moved perilously into firing range Tide could see each and every one of the men ready to murder her. 

Calm as could be Jack stepped forward, parallel to the young woman as he started to point along the frame of the opposing ship. “See this here’s what’s wrong with y’ kids t’day.” Hands waving wildly about, Jack shook his head with distaste. “Right, see now, yer’ all thinkin’, right, that- Oh bigger’s better, an’- m’ pretty guns an’ big ship’s gon’ ta be unstoppable, right.” His voice getting high-pitched as he mocked the new generation of naval novices. “See here now, bigger, right, means slower- an’ yer fancy guns are all nice, right, but they can’t beat the ‘ol razzle dazzle.” With a furious shake of jazz hands a whistling shot bounded from the allied ship on their starboard side.

A harpoon jutting into the back of the opposing ship connected the two now, a long reinforced cable traced back to the Seeker, Tideguards eyes finding the large ballista-resembling weapon which fired it. Caught like a fish, the crew of the Seeker began reeling in it’s quarry, slowing and dragging the ship backwards to allow the Paramount and Imperial to gain the lead.

“An now their fooked. Should sit down, we’re goin’ ta give ‘m a little kiss.” Gaining speed, faster and faster their ship, the Imperial, took the lead moving parallel to the second ship, the one formerly ahead of the now tethered galley. As they moved closer and closer, the opposing ship took the free distance to fire- a barrage of cannonballs burst through wood, splintering and sweeping away carts, barrels, and pieces of the ship in a cloud of debris. Now clinging to one of the railings, Tide felt her heart beat through her chest as she stared to Jack, awaiting his next plan of attack.

“Pucker up ya mingy whore!” Jack shouted outwards to the opposing ship before grabbing hold of the nearest heavy object. With his body wrapped tightly around a loose barrel of all things he looked to the crewman awaiting the order and finally barked, “Cut!” only for the word to be echoed off after him, voice after voice carrying the order down below decks. With that, the oars along the right side of the Imperial and Paramount raised, causing the ships to abruptly turn inward, collapsing the broadhead of their bronze, athlit rams to punch into the opposing ships.

The impact shifted everything and everyone on board the four ships. Throwing some men overboard, others slammed into walls and fellow crewmen after being caught unaware. As both ships struck closely to the stern of their targets they remained jutted into them before the next order was given.

Jack had not been saved from the wild tossing either, grip holding firm to the barrel as it went bounding off rails he went rolling with it. Left lying on the floor as the boats stood still, slammed into one another, a single finger pointed skyward with little view other than his boots sticking upwards from where he’d landed. “Draw!” Again the word bounced between every voice aboard the Imperial and Paramount, oars being produced immediately after and pulling them free. With gaping holes now resting in the enemy they quickly began to sink. Rather than staying to continue the fight, Jack knew they’d taken heavy damages themselves and the two remaining enemy ships would gather it’s drowning comrades before pursuing them. For now, they’d bought time, and a minor victory.

Deep within the final pages of Tideguard’s journal, separated by a page stained dark as if held within ink until turning a solid black a list of names, pictures, and locations are listed off including the following:

Greghon Ironmoss

A.k.a: The Builder

Greghon Ironmoss, a well known individual for joining, leaving, working against, then rejoining the Organization. Following the death of his clan and the ensuing imprisonment by the Crown during the Northrend Campaign, Greghon positioned himself as an active disruption to organization supply lines and contracts. It took some years for him to be brought back into the fold after new revelations could be proven that the Organization held no involvement in his families deaths. Originally his clan found their way into the Organization as a whole strangely, not as the individuals as is most cases. Their natural resourcefulness and specialty in flanking defense operations proved to be one of the best assemblies in the former Warband. Notable acts and traits stand as:

1.) Minimalist-defense strategist. Using clan techniques, dwarven ingenuity, and no small measure of force Greghon’s people learned ways to turn insurmountable odds in their favor. Able to establish footholds in hostile lands behind enemy lines, or within narrow passes, Greghon has been able to train and establish an opposition to stave off assault with numbers pressing 10 to 1 for months at a time.

2.) Throughout his service in both the Alliance army, as well as the Organizations forward line Greghon has been a valuable asset in many regions. Distinct maps made by himself and his people have conveniently listed everything from; water sources, trails, native hostile and friendly collectives, food sources, and many other items between. All lists stored within the Clan’s Ledger of course.

3.) Keeper of the Ironmoss Clan Ledger. One of only two remaining clan members, Greghon still holds the clan’s secrets. From formations, techniques, building schematics and underground bunkers this book is a wealth of knowledge. Everything his clan’s elders have come to know over the entirety of their existence is stored within these pages and have been used with some reluctance at times to turn battles or provide safe passage for our allies.

Although a short-tempered man, as most dwarves seem to be, Greghon has been a useful ally, and an even more disruptive enemy. With his knowledge of tackling larger opposition he may hold the key to not only enduring this war, but ending it as well. Being decommissioned until only recently, many years are unaccounted for- and with becoming an adversary many files have been removed pertaining to him but some information is still known by individuals present, some notable engagements being: The Gnoll Uprising, the former Blackthorn Warband, Defense of Coldpass, and The Montgomery War.

Date: September 17th 127th Equinox, under the Ordered Scales Freezing temperatures, concentrated winds on the coast causing even more issue. Provisions standing at: Two-thirds. What was lost or destroyed in the previous engagements has been staggering, heavy losses in particular areas more than others. Location: Frozen Wastes, the Eastern coast, thirty miles South of desired landing.

Destination:  Temporary encampment to begin working. From the log of J.Tideguard ‘The Librarian’.

It never ceases to both startle, and amaze those that look on it for the first time- the Frozen Wastes. As far North as North goes so they call it, the blank, lifeless sheet of ice beyond Northrend that stretches on to the horizon with nothing but a landscape of clear, unblemished white snow. Many of those here are arriving for the first time, some only for the second or third and it’s already proving difficult for them- my only consolation in this matter is it will prove just as unpleasant for the opposition, only they’ve no one to help guide them through it.

So long as my men follow the rules of the Wastes, they should be fine, I’ve been very clear on this matter if they wish to survive to even see a battle. The cold, the distance, creatures in the dark the list just goes on and on...our hardest task will simply be surviving let alone fighting, but that’s why we chose here. Dawes is returning to Stormwind, hopefully he will retrieve more provisions to ferry further North to my Father by the time he reinforces us. With the previous evening’s confrontation our current tally is staggering. Their concentration of fire destroyed one of our carts, killed two rams, and many crates were lost either overboard or destroyed by the barrage, most notably; our medical supplies. Funny, isn’t it? The entire business dealings I did were medical, and now we’re reduced to a few sparse bandages.

We travel together for now to Chilled Grasp, from there Greghon and Ygrid will lead separate parties to reinforce the Glass Ridge, and find the oppositions landfall respectively. For now we make due with what we have and hunt the rarest quarry in the Wastes to set my plans in motion.

For personal notes I’ve still been exhausted, hunger eludes me and the cold air chokes my throat, I think I’ve been gone from home too long, can’t seem to adjust to the land as well as I used to. Before arriving I awoke this morning sweating, hearing things- It sounded like crying, then all I could hear was Edgard. He’s been dormant for some time now, with the lack of medication I fear he’ll become bothersome again soon- I’ve already been shaking and nauseous without it, him being added will only make things more difficult.

Entry 004: closed, estimated 3:00 of the afternoon bell.

Deep within the final pages of Tideguard’s journal, separated by a page stained dark as if held within ink until turning a solid black a list of names, pictures, and locations are listed off including the following:

Victor Kask

A.K.A.: The Butler

Victor Kask, one of the most memorable faces of the organization has served over two and a half decades in many facets from business, intelligence, and as a field asset. As records indicate, Victor came to work beneath the Matriarch after being found a beggar and scrounger in Westfall during the first war. Since this time, Victor rose quickly through the ranks of the organization coming to rest as the second in command to the Matriarch, Evelyn Quinn, as her personal guard, confidant, and advisor. After the sudden disappearance of the Matriarch, Victor Kask had since taken temporary control of the organization until the coup leading to present events. A cold, yet calm demeanor are the face of the man with such traits and notable acts as: 1.) Serving one of the widest ranges of positions within the organization, Victor has a keen sense rivaling that of the Matriarch herself as to how things run. He has provided training and tutelage to; business, weapons training, espionage, tactics, target neutralization, and more.

2.) Proficient in many forms of combat, Victor is most known for close quarters styled engagements and his preferred weaponry- short blades, and the karambit.

3.) Victor has made many contributions to the training program made standard for members of the organization, in addition to specialized regiments and strengthening techniques. After years of study beneath the libraries of both Stormwind and Ironforge he helped to create the suitably named, ‘Kask Procedure’. The experimental manipulation using both the new age ideas of psychology, and shadow magics to strengthen the minds of intelligence operatives to heighten mental fortification in the event of outside interference, mental conditioning, or interrogation. Limited success has been found in this procedure, and constant maintenance required yet it has held surprising results.

With so many accolades spanning his career, it would take far too long to list the accomplishments of the man, his file would provide a more suitable summary should it survive this long. Without the Matriarch, it is fortunate to have someone once so close to her to continue the efforts in driving back the defectors, without him I fear we would have lost long ago. It is safe to say Victor Kask has been involved in some way in nearly every notable contract in the last decade but most notable are the; Gnoll uprising, Pridemont assassination, the former Blackthorn Warband, and the Quintus, Illeria, and Montgomery wars.

At the time of writing, Victor resides in the Frozen wastes having gone into hiding to consolidate resources and strength in the wake of the interior assassinations. Serving as the Loyalists leader, he now works to retake all the lands and name of the organization that has been stripped from beneath us until such time as the Matriarch is found, or returns.

Deep within the final pages of Tideguard’s journal, separated by a page stained dark as if held within ink until turning a solid black a list of names, pictures, and locations are listed off including the following:

For future posterity it is necessary to remember those that remained loyal even as family turned upon itself. At our greatest heights, loyalty gave way to greed yet those within these pages are the members of our family still holding true to our values.

Jacob ‘Mad Jack’ Dawes

A.k.a: Docks

Captain Jacob ‘Mad Jack’ Dawes, a memorable and loyal face for many years. Originally coming into the Family after retribution sought for his brothers during the second war, ‘Mad Jack’ has since served as a smuggler, captain, and strategist of the Great Sea. Dawes is known best for his...eccentric nature, his most notable acts and traits being: 1.) Has not set foot on land in nearing 10 years, remaining only on his boat or at sea. Even in port he has not been seen once moving beyond the gangplank, when asked why, his only statement formerly being- “Can’t feel the waves on land.”

2.) The first, and possibly only man to have ever married his ship. In an...odd ceremony, the Matriarch officially joined Jack and his ship, Tatiana, in matrimony off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale. They’ve since apparently divorced, then remarried...no plans for children I hope.

3.) Certifiably off his rocker. While he’s not been seen, treated, or tended to by any of the former medical staff or associates, it is undeniable the Captain is not quite all there in the head. From drinking sea water to questionable decisions that have resulted in intentional crashing, capsizing, or ‘wave jumping’ of ships in the past. Jack is known for speaking to himself, the sea, and his wife frequently.