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Grey Swords.
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Recruiting
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| Leadership:
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Grey Ferelden
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| Goals:
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Looking for some.
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| Recruitment Policy:
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Recruiting
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| Contact:
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Word of Mouth
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The Grey Swords
A re-organised, stubborn survivor dedicated to the defence and maintenance of Reganbank. Reganbank as many know, is pretty much a TRP wasteland, with few resource building of any worth, such as the few Fire Stations and one Hospital. This is one of the reasons for being here in the first place. This "lack" of resources means that survivors in general have to be of a stronger stock to make a home out of this suburb, how it should be in a zombie apocalypse.
Building by Building, Street by Street
Everyone knows that Reganbank is sparse on the side of TRP's, while not a death sentence, it is a very tough place to defend when the only resources on offer are Axes, FAKS and Fuel, to name a scant few.Although these are incredibly useful, sometimes a Shotgun is needed instead of an Axe. Also it should be known that there are no NT's within the suburb, nor Police Depts. But there are a few within easy distance from Reganbank, and they are as follows:
1: Farewell Place Police Department at [20,51] just 1E of Lewer Place in the North East of Reganbank, within easy reaching distance of Nunn Row Fire Station [16,52].
2: Some believe that there is one NT in the Rose district, but instead of this, you will find the Curme Building in Molebank at [11,49]. 1 block north of Buckett Way in the North West of Reganbank. Not helpful if you live far away, but those in Reganbank should be able to reach it easily.
With these both within easy reach, and if maintained, Reganbank is not such a tough place to live. This should allow the better organised defence of Reganbank against an inevitable pounding that the suburb always gets.
Recruitment:
Leave a message on the discussion page here. Then you just change your Group Affiliation to the Grey Swords, hook up and join the fight.
We are looking for Survivors from level 1 to 41, with any skill and any (or no) equipment. The Grey Swords will support, protect and work towards your goals as we would expect you to forward ours. As the group is based around the principles of MMORPG, and RPG's in general, it is your decisions which will make the character you want, not someone else.
As there is just one of us active, this group is built on co-operation and communication, meaning that even with limited numbers but combined with force and communication, we can and will overcome larger numbers.
So if this group sounds like something you want to be apart of, let me know and let's fight for a small place of Malton to call home.
News and Reports
- 01/09/2018: Met up with an old friend, settling down in Roftwood for the foreseeable to help with the RCC.
- 29/08/2018: Wiki pages are being cleaned up and edited. Been a very long time since I was last here. - Grey Ferelden 29/08/2018
What we do
Steel slammed on bone and flesh as the Grey Sword forced the Zombie back one step, and then another. Sweat stung his eyes, and blood covered his armour but even so he could still tell that the creature wanted him as its next meal. Its kin lay dead on the ground around them, their black, congealed blood already cooling in the midnight air. The other Swords were already wrapping up the last Zombies that remained; he could hear their ghastly moans as they struggled to grab hold of thier enemy. It was a futile effort. The tide of the battle had turned.
The Grey Sword redoubled his efforts, gritting his teeth as he dealt blow after blow against the Zombie's rotting flesh. It was unheeding of the blows it was being dealt, and its legs bowed beneath the onslaught. It hissed in anger, its dead white eyes widening as its rotting hands were finally sliced from its grasping arms. They flopped to the ground like boned fish, and still the Zombie tried to get at him, this time attacking with its slackened jaw.
“Join the rest of your kind, undead fiend!”
With one powerful swipe of his longsword, the Zombie’s head severed cleanly from its shoulders. Ichor fountained into the air, splattering on the Grey Sword’s armor. The creature’s body jerked and spasmed, then finally teetered back to collapse and be still.
The head kept rolling, he noted, picking up speed as it made its way down the hill and into the streets below. A hush had descended on the area, and with it he allowed himself a grim smile.
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Roleplaying Notice
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| Notice: This User or Group enjoys the RPG aspect of MMORPGs, the category of games that Urban Dead falls into. As such, there is probably quite a bit of roleplaying and/or creative writing on this page and in said User/Group's in-game actions. In other words, if you think the difference between IC and OOC is "One has an 'I' and the other has two 'O's," buzz off.
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The Grey Swords support the following ideals:
--Grey Ferelden (talk) 07:00, 31 August 2018 (UTC)
