I invite all the kindred leaders to write an advertisement for their kindred. The ad must be no longer than 1500 characters, or it could be a picture no wider than 400 pixels, no taller than 600 pixels.

PM me with your advertisements and I shall place them here. You may edit your ad at anytime.

Wind Rider Kindred

Soaring high, on eagle's back, hawks and sometimes even dragons, the Wind Riders are the most daring of the kindreds. Daring enough to climb on the back of a moving bird or reptile and fly through the air, shooting and stabbing their foes.

So what do you get in the Wind Rider kindred? You get a community of those like you; the daring, the brave (or perhaps even the insane). You also get the experience of myself (Foxtale) as your kindred leader.

Active members are always accepted, as long as they are friendly and willing to contribute. So come join us at the Wind Rider kindred, and head off to the Aeries to meet your avian friend.

Wild Rider Kindred

Unspeaking and unmoving the wild riders wait protecting their king from harms way until winter rolls into spring. When the time comes Orion is awoken and the wild riders become stronger and more ferocious than ever, riding the most swiftest of steeds in his wake. Anyone foolish enough to be espied by the wild riders are ridden down without mercy and their death treated as a mere sacrifice to the wild hunt and to the glory of Orion, king of the woods.

The wild rider kindred is a community of members who wish to represent the wild riders on these forums. This includes participitating in forum discussions, competitions and other such activities that take place at The Lost Glade. The wild rider kindred is lead by me, Lindsay who is here to assist you if you feel the need and to be your representitive on these forums.

So what are you waiting for? Take this spear and set of light armour, to join the wild rider kindred today!

~ Lindsay ~

Alter Kindred

The leaves rustle quietly in the gentle breeze, along with a silent almost imperceptible figure within the hazey autumn leaves. Their ears are pricked as their heart beat attunes to the living nature around them. Their ornatley carved armour glints faintly in the waning evening sun, then as suddenly as a snapping twig they leap from the tree their elegant blade and deadly arrows unleashing natures full fury killing all those who would dare to enter Athel Lorens sacred glades.

If that sounds like you, a lone hunter stalking the forest attuned with nature and always ready to defend and perhaps with a bit of a noble heart then join the Alter kindred, pick up your gear and apply, i promise the initiation is not to hard :blink:

And don't worry when it comes to team games lone hunters really work well together :lol:

Wardancer Kindred

Viewed with a mix of fear and respect by their fellow elves the wardancers rove the full length and breadth of Athal Loren. They are the followers of Loec and moves with an unnatural speed and grace. In combat they perform their war-dances moving trough enemy troops like a whirlwind of destruction, dodging incoming arrows, every slash or stab brings a fatal wound to their enemies. They are also the feast masters leading their fellow elves in dancing and music.

If you like the sound of this or just simply like feasting then join in too our ever growing troupe. The troupe is led by me Darkblade and Marcus, we will be more then happy for new people in our kindred. Oh and you only have to kill ten beastmen to join. :O

So join us in our shadow dance and feast with us in the hall of Loec!

Darkblade the Bladesinger. B)


Spellsinger Kindred

Into the forest they rode hoping for a shortcut to their destination. Icy chills ran up their spines as something felt terribly wrong. The small incursion party from Bretonnia slowed their horses so they could better evaluate their situation. A feeling of claustrophobia washed over the men as the trees closed in on them.

The Bretonnians so caught up in the sight of trees moving failed to notice a small unit of Dryad closing in on them. Suddenly a huge Treeman charged out of the moving trees. Terror filled the eyes of the Bretonnians who became very disorganized, fleeing directly into the Dryads who cut down any who came their way... ...No Bretonnians survived that day.

The Strength of the Spellsinger is to disrupt and confuse all the while increasing friendly troops combat capability. They have the ability to call upon the forest spirits to help the Asrai in times of need. The Purpose of the Spellsinger Kindred on this forum is to excel and exceed. We wish to remain competitive and have a great time doing it. It isn't worth it if we aren't having fun.

The spellsinger kindred are a group of active and fun loving people who enjoy joking around. We have a unique organization and a strong group of artists, veterans as well as the cute nooblets. If you wish to join us, it would be our pleasure as much as yours

Waywatcher Kindred

There are those who dwell within Athel Loren that are shrouded in shadow and myth. Dark warders who unsleepingly watch the borders and hidden paths of the vast, ancient forest. Invaders who attempt to enter this woodland realm soon learn their folly nigh the first tree is ever sighted. Silent and unseen, these guardians of the way release their black-shafted arrows with uncanny accuracy, blessing their chosen target with the 'eternal sleep'. As their comrades fall or lay strewn about them, the invaders grimly realize that the way ahead will only be paved upon their souless corpses.

We of the Nymraif Kindred welcome all free spirits into our brotherhood. Through each of our members unique skills and talents we are steadily building a community that exemplifies the diversity of the Watchers of the Way. With a strong presence in all forums, participation in friendly contests and lending a helping hand when required, our aim is to create a relaxed yet active environment.


Eternal Kindred

The bitter cold of the howling winds and blizzards converge, dragging and buffeting both tree and elf alike. The dark shadows that follow in the dimmed sun's wake lengthen and blacken. No trees stir, and all life has come to a halt. Only evil and corruption remains awake in the dormant forest of Athel Loren. Cold, dark and devoid of life; these days are the evil days of Athel Loren. When winter is come again, to who do the Asrai look for protection?

We are Athel Loren's embodiment of undying vigilance, and those that encroach its lands invite the unbridled wrath of the Selathoi.

"If a foe takes a single step upon such sacred soil, they shall not take another."