Well, its been some time since I last…lets say “graced the pages” of this guild blog, and I felt that since my exams are over and im more or less supposed to come back to maple, why the hell not? So yeah, im gonna do it, hell, im doing it right now

1.

Well, as a lot of people *a lot of people being only froobies* know, Im leaving the guild when I reach level 70 as the reason im playing is so that I can join that guild, Crusades. And though I feel it to be heart wrenching to leave crisis, Im gonna do it, but because of crisis, I created another character, Eqinox to join Crisis after my main (OmoiHatenaku) leaves

2.

I went on a break to study for my exams, after I came back well, the guild changed a lot, it lost some of the friendliness it used to have, frooby became more serious, less fun( in my opinion) and well, my friend Ariel not being there just leaves me somewhere in between, somehow, Crisis isn’t Crisis anymore, from being a cool *yeah, we have an emo black rose for our emblem but we’re nice and friendly* to just being *WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! Oh btw, we ARE emo* and I don’t really like the changes but well, give and take I guess.

3.

The new people in the guild *least some of the ones I didn’t see last time* aren’t that friendly and I don’t really like them, im not gonna name anyone in particular and I hope you don’t get offended cause all im doing right now is just trying to be honest

4.

My interest in Maple is seriously fading, and I might quit altogether, I don’t know, might just be a spur of the moment thing but yeah….

5.

And the story I wrote, well, im till writing, I have a couple of parts but I need to check with some people whether they want their names in it first

Oh yeah, and I created this big ass tear jerking speech of me leaving when I hit 70 xD

Crisis

Part 1
The Shadower

The sun shone in the distance, the rays gently reflected the peace and the calmness of the timid slow flowing river, only to be disturbed by several foot steps by the gentle breeze. He lay in wake, stalking his unsuspecting prey as he crept along, completely covered in dark sight.

His green eyes reflected back the rays of light onto his armor, now worn and beaten, after many trials and battles, what was a liquid black had rusted and been dented, to what seemed like a greenish gold sheen.

Just as quietly as he had been in stalking, he lentando with a swift motion, sliced the windpipe of the deer he had been hunting, leaving it to squirm as air entered the open wound, feeling the major vein with air and killing it instantly, he wiped his curs layer on a tree. “Not even a challenge,” he thought to himself.

Just another day of his life, in the mountain in an old cabin, just another day.

The door creaked open with ease, he flicked the lights on in the beaten cabin of which he had been living in for the past 20 years since he was 14. Though the condition of the house was already beyond saving, he had managed in making it seem like a mini-wonderland in the inside; a huge comfy leather chair rested in the corner, facing a television, a rug of a yeti covered the entire flooring for the living room, the kitchen held utensils and plates from the most exotic of places; places he had adventured to when he was much younger.

He had survived in the wilderness, hunting his food and finding fresh water, occasionally selling the pelts of the monsters which he had slain to merchants who had dared to enter the treacherous peaks of the mountains, deep in the wilderness.

He would often get a good fire going in the fire place and just sit in his leather chair, and for hours at a time, reminiscence of the things he had done when he still had friends; days long past.

He awoke the next morning to his own timing, ate his breakfast and was on his way to spend his time outdoors as he usually did, when something out of the ordinary happened. what he had thought to be long dead, reawakened, his old guild amulet, encrusted with the guild emblem; a single black rose, long faded and cracked, had suddenly tightened around his neck, a small nagging on the rope, and it glowed black again, as though a powerful spell had been cast on it, the amulet was restored to its formal glory, a gleaming necklace, shining with the power and the strength of its former members.

He knew all this too well, it used to happen all the time many years ago, once again, he;Eqinox,was being called, the only time the amulet would respond like this was because of a meeting, once again, the members were being called back.

It was time, for a reunion.

By Duane!