Looking for a place to escape the pumpkins? Has your Halloween event been a little TOO spooktakular? Come share your weariness with us.....then we can get ready for the Christmas Event!! YAY!!
Looking for a place to escape the pumpkins? Has your Halloween event been a little TOO spooktakular? Come share your weariness with us.....then we can get ready for the Christmas Event!! YAY!!
We still have spaces for regular, friendly players who are looking for an active guild. We aren't pushy about GQ, are liberal with gifts and loot spots and very occasionally express an inappropriate sense of humour. Send me a mail to introduce yourself if you are interested in joining us!
We are still recruiting new members! We'd love to hear from you if you are looking for a relaxed, no pressure guild. We don't stress over guild quests- do them if you can but don't worry if you can't. Send me a mail with some information about yourself if you are interested!
hey im active. Care to let me join?
Aratatarae- I have mailed you.
Alsh I logged in from hubby's phone to ibform you that I ran out off data. I will have data again hopefully by tomorrow evening. Mrs_Smith
A big INTEL welcome to Bolek! We still have some spaces for relaxed folk. We have our own FB page, website where we have a list of "dodgy" players we recommend that you do not trade with, and are happy to help with free trades and loot spots. Send me a mail with an introduction if you are interested in joining!
‘Twas the night before Guild Quest, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
All the Marble were gathered in the store with care,
In hopes that 'Miss GuildieLocks' soon would be there;
The guildies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of MMA's danced in their heads;
And Jipples in his ’kerchief, and Jase in his cap,
Had just settled their troops for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Boggy sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Fras flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to those wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Guildie reindeer,
With a funny looking old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be that Wolfie.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and Howled, and called them by name;
“Now, Katila! now, JimBob! now, TV and Beakey!
On Meggy! on, Bolek! on, Pipreilly and Vickaz!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Granite, and grinning Wolfie too.
And then, in a twinkling, Shaqqq heard on the roof
The grumbling and moaning of each Fancy-dressed Guildie.
As Ati drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Wolfie came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his paws,
And his eyes were both tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Logs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Sheep just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they glowed! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose running a stream!
His droll little snout was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Wolf,
And everyone laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Calebois to know he had nothing to dread;
Wolfie spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
Wolfie sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
But Mrs_S heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Guild-Day to all, and to all a 'Howl-Fright'.”
Wolfie (with thanks to 'Twas The Night Before Christmas')
We still have a few spaces for relaxed, friendly players. We don't hassle about your GQ though we'd like you to do them if possible (we still get a pretty good completion rate), we are happy to help with resources, loot spots and advice if needed. If you are looking for a TSO home, INTEL could be just the place you are looking for!
If you are interested, just send me a mail with an introduction and any questions you may have.
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