Vokundein Announces New Huscarls and a Happy Holidays Surprise!
These people have shown true dedication on and off the battlefield, have shown leadership capabilities and have striven to play well and always help educate and assist others. They are true role models to the community and we are very fortunate to have them. The excellence that these people have shown has earned them their much deserved promotions to Huscarl. The people Vokundein would like to recognize are Vada, Varen and Oniric. Recently two people have also stepped up to fill the rolls of Vice Officers of Recruitment for Vokundein and they are Tambora and DreadDraco. Vokundein has also promoted several thralls this month to the rank of Oathsworn and the members that have now become full members of the community worked very diligently and hard to earn this. These new members are Ra’Gix, Jean Snow, Ninefive and Iosheka. Everyone has earned their place and their new ranks and Vokundein is glad to have have them be a part of its community. Stay Focused and Keep Vokundein on the top.
We have a very special Vokundein Holiday Surprise! A glorious poem from our very own Varen:
The Night of a Yolo Siege
'Twas the night of Vokundein's event, when all throughout Cyrodiil
not a faction was stirring, no action at even a lumbermill.
The keeps' walls and doors were defended with great care,
in hopes that a winning campaign soon would be theirs.
The AD were nestled at Alessia all snug in their beds,
while visions of scrolls and emperors danced in their heads.
And Moonlight in their 'kerchief, and Alacrity in their cap,
had just settled their brains for a short evening' s nap.
When out on Alessia's front lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the gate they flew like a flash,
tore open the door, to the sounds of a great crash
The lights on the gate door, all were aglow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to their terrified eyes should appear,
but a miniature zerg of nine tiny EP'ers.
With a little templar driver, so lively and fair,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Zintair.
With rapid maneuvers, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Frozn! Now Vada!
Now, Oni and Moe!
On, Tal! On, Shaeva!
On, Blaise and Jean Snow!
To the top of the keep!
To the top of the wall!
Now blast away! Blast away!
Blast away all!
As a group ballista destroyed the front door,
through the freshly made breach the group tore
so up to the keep-top the coursers they flew,
with the group full of AOE, and St. Zintair too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
the stomping and trolloping of each little foot.
As they drew in their head and were turning around,
down the stairway to the flag room St. Zintair came with a bound.
He was dressed all in voidcloth, from his head to his toe,
and his clothes were all legendary, covered in gold.
A bundle of heals he had coming from his staff,
and he looked like a general leading his pack.
His breath of life, how it sparkled! His stuns made them kneel!
One hand had a sword, the other a shield!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
His eyes full of something the enemy didn't know.
The second bar of a staff he held tight in his hand,
Revealed this assault was verily quite planned.
He had a broad face adorned with a mask,
To hide his frowning as directing his team was quite the task.
He was elegant and saucy, a right jolly young templar,
and they stopped when they saw him, his skills were exemplar.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave them to know they had plenty to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Guards fell to their deaths, then Vokundein turned with a jerk.
His team captured the flags and AD they did maim,
and giving a nod, the keep they did claim.
He glanced at his map, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But no one heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Yolo Siege to all, and to all a good night!
— Varen Veleth