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Ingame Link:
- The Rambling Drunks
Alignment:
- Evil
Level:
- 11
Membership Policy:
- Closed, No Multis, Good Alignment
Group Numbers:
- 15
Karma:
- 366
Leadership:
- Óðr and Conan the Caterer
Motto:
- More Rambling! Less Whining!
Stronghold Upgrades:
- Forge, Level One Ward Upgrade, Level Two Ward Upgrade, Medical Bay, Dance Floor, Wet Bar, Booze Pool, Hot Tub, Greenhouse
Goals:
- Well, mostly to get absolutely rip-roaring drunk and engage in the most glorious of glorious battle with our hated enemies. We seek to gain power for ourselves as well as the faction, so that we may have more glorious battle with more hated enemies, especially those the whine and cry too much. We also hope to fight a bear...or at least a very big horse.
Recruitment Policy:
- Must be willing to get hammered along with the rest of the team and participate in raids. Must be an active player and enjoy long walks on the beach!
Contact:
- Forums:
- or
- #TRD
Allies (Subject To Change...Frequently):
- Fight Club
- Kommando Dosenbier
- Nordic Avengers
- Serious Business
- Eternals
- The Scourge
- Pirates of R'lyeh
- Singapore
- Lawful Good!!
- Alcoholics Anonoymous
- Trinitas
- The Bermuda Club International
- The Decepticons
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- Once upon a time, in the fair city of Malton, there was an outbreak of zombies. Many died, but some fought, and some fought so well and with such class that they survived. The Rambling Drunks (or TRD for short) were such people, warriors of such class and distinction that many of the undead menace fell beneath their blows. And as they fought, they drank, and drank, and drank, until there was naught left to drink. This angered them, and their righteous anger and lust for glorious battle transported many of them to this new place. This place called the Nexus.
- At first, everything seemed so simple. They were good, they were kind, they were downright lovable. Many demons fell beneath their blows. It seemed like the good times would last forever. They did not.
- Frustrated by the arrogance of angels, and their lack of respect for the most holiest of brews, the Rambling Drunks cast off the supposed "correctness" of the angels and became an evil faction, dedicated to violence and drinking and all combinations of the two (not to mention all two of the combinations, and all of the combinations two!). Soon they had become demons, raiding and pillaging to empower their faction, seeking Glorious Battle and Booze in accordance with the Master Plan of Inebriation.
- However, it was in a night of magical drunkeness that the leaders of the faction stumbled upon a change of heart again (they stumbled upon it...like it was just lying there or something) in a flash of brilliance and sexy posing they were angels again, leaving their filthy Stygian home for a tavern in a distant land. It was not until the next morning that they realised they didn't quite want to be angels, but they would stick with it for a while, biding their time for their eventual reemergence as demons once more. During this time drunks came and went, and soon their numbers dwindled to but a handful, but they were a handful of the mightiest warriors to every grace the land. Now demons, they strike without warning, slaying their foes in glorious battle without regard to alignment, tradition, customs or the weather (unless it's raining...the drunks may be made of sugar), bringing their glorious song, dance and screaming to the holds of their enemies (and during particularily long days, their allies). HONK HONK HONK!!!
 | The Rambling Drunks
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