Comeback!

Last year the guild leader Exilednight and the officer Zombzilla went into a long Hiatus. During that time there was another leader, Lukshad, who was left in their stead and kept Moroi alive. Despite his efforts, the guild's activity and interest slowly dwindled. Members of the guild either lost interest in Mabinogi or went on to other guilds and other activities.

Recently the former Leader and Officer returned, and feeling reinvigorated, decided to pick up where the guild left off and continue striving for the guild they wanted to build. We are undergoing some changes at the moment but we're back and recruiting once again. The blog has added a page with information for people looking to join. If you're interested, feel free to contact us, or follow the blog a bit to get to know us better. c:

Peaca Basic, As Told by Fearasaur

In Sen Mag Plateau, in the north west region there is a dungeon known to most as Peaca, but to the souls who've gone venturing in through its walls, it is known as Hell.

Maybe it's the five floors very reminiscing of the five circles of damnation, or maybe it's the fact that each room ventured brings forth terribly strong, ghoulish creatures, bent only on torturing, and bringing destruction to each and every one in your party.

The tale begins on this evening, 3rd of March, 2011, seven brave souls, took it upon themselves to enter into this rightfully called Hell dungeon. With spirits high, but expectations on the ground, Exilednight, Zombzilla, Milt, Fearasaur, JUNIOI2, HIIDZAILOT, and Kiphio went into Peaca (Basic) as a mission of adventuring, and practical suicide. Though most of them had ventured the dungeon before, those previous experiences were tales of woe and failure, and in their minds, this would be no different.

The seven heroes swept through the first floor with minor injuries, and deaths, and as the the letters on the screen read "You're currently on Floor 2 of Peaca Basic Fomor Dungeon, their initial optimism had spiked from, "We're all gonna get fireballed and die" to "Whoa, we made it through to the next floor." The second floor was a bit more of a challenge to the party of seven, with slightly more difficult waves of cloakers, ghouls, wights, and ghosts hell bent on destroying them all. Though there were slightly more deaths, and deadly injuries, the heroes pushed through to the next floor with their leader still in tact.

Their optimism was as high as palala.

As the letters atop everyone's screen stated they had made it down to the third floor, everyone rejoiced, and congratulated each other for making it so far. Though their expectations were still wary, a sudden surge of "Yesican-ism" was present in everyone's mind. A surge that soon fizzled as they were assaulted by three Giant Fireflies that basically surprised buttsecksed them all. But even suprise buttsecks was not enough to stop the party from pushing through. Though they worked hard as a team, and prevailed clearing room after room (Or bailing when necessary.)on the third floor, half way through Kiphio, a member of the brave party had fallen victim to the death best known as RL. Though his body was gone, his spirit was with them, as they climbed the stairs down to the next floor.

The fourth floor was full of unexpected, and unwanted surprises that consisted of rooms with waves after waves of Wights, Hallow Knights, and all other sorts of other ghoulish things, that would spawn at the least inopportune time for the brave party members. AI: When they all had low HP, or when half the party members were dead on the floor, twitching, and seeing floating firey feathers floating over their motionless bodies, awaiting rescue. Though it was quite the difficult journey, the six remaining adventures had made it down to the next floor... AKA, the 5th circle of Hell.

The words "You're currently on Floor 5 of Peaca Basic Fomor Dungeon" scrolled across the top of the screen, they had done it, they had fought hard to get to the fifth, and final floor of the Peaca dungeon, and though that was accomplishment enough to be able to call it a great attempt, they wouldn't stop, with victory so close, they fought harder then ever, attempting to stay alive and help each other out. A couple of rooms in to the 5th floor, when everything seemed like they stood a decent chance, JUNIOI2 and HIIDZAILOT, two more party members fell victim to the real world. Crueler than any monster in Erinn, cursed is the faulty internet connection, cursed indeed.

At last, the final four had pushed through and, "survived" an onslaught of everything from vampire bats, and mimics, to Hallow Knights, and wretched ghosts, oh how we hate those red and blue spirits so. Exilednight, Zombzilla, Milt, and Fearasaur, now stood before the whiny Banshee, and her mini army of hell cats. Though they didn't seem like much, they were enough to make them all twitch with discontent. But with victory a screeching hag away, they mustered up, everything they had and achieved something that many people too scared to venture into Peaca, and even some that do never get to taste, success and glory.

Take that Banshee, suck on that Ghosts, you shouldn't underestimate the

members of Moroi.

Addition By ExiledNight:
tl;dr version here. We went into Peaca Basic and kicked ass. Got some souvenirs out of it. Went a lot better than we expected with only like 5 people by the boss room.

Milt's version of the story can be seen here.

ExiledVader