Tonight there was a meeting of the leaders of the White Council. Not one of those boring political meetings that dealt with events, or recruitment. No, this one was important, this one dealt with security of its members. Harassment of its members by murderers and thieves had been on the rise lately, never a good thing, particularly for those politicians who are up for election soon. With Lord Casca recently taking the throne of Britain, the White Council Britannians had failed in their quest to install a fair and just ruler of their own through the True Britannians. While they would continue to operate, other ideas were needed. The meeting was called to order, and various ideas were presented. “We need better equipment!” one member pleaded. “How can we fight in these tired old rags when the murderers carry items more powerful than Lord British used to carry?” ”Better defenses, more combat training!” Ideas were tossed around the table. Then you could see it in the frustration of Vortex. He pounded his first on the table. You know it when he gets that look on him, he was going to say something good. “The members of the White Council are tired of sitting idly by while their kind are slaughtered in the streets,” his voiced thundered across the table as all the members sat silent. “We’re tired of being on the defense, responding to enemy attacks. Building our defenses, patrolling the streets, waiting for them to come to us when we are weak and letting them slaughter us. No, we’ve had enough. The only way to victory if we take action, the only way to victory is we stop letting the fight come to us, the only way to victory is if we take the fight to them. Hit them where they are weak, find the chinks in their armor and exploit it, hit them when they least expect it. The time for action is now, I say we strike them, strike them hard. Only that way, can we weaken the enemy, and protect our members. Let us go on the offensive.” Vortex sat down. The silence was broken with commotion. The naysayers were speaking up, “But violence only begets violence! We are not warriors, we are merely Citizens of Britannia!” But Bruin and Hoffs looked at each other, and they knew what must be done, for Vortex was right. And when the commotion settled down, everyone else realized it as well. The decision was unanimous. Notices were posted up all around the towns of Wispwood Shire and Gilfane: “The White Council is putting out a call to all able-bodied members. The formation of the White Crusaders (CRUS) has been authorized to go directly to war with its enemies.” ______________________________________________________________ The White Crusaders (CRUS) are now active and will be accepting war invites from any non-faction guild. It will take a few days for us to round up all our members, but we should be combat ready in a few days. We will plan some events around it. The rules: The only enforced rule: No pets - tamers will not be allowed to join CRUS unless they stone their taming skills and promise not to actively use them in combat. The unwritten rules (These will not be ‘enforced’ per se, but all members are always required to adhere to them): Light looting – be courteous to those that are courteous to us - loot to disarm, loot to retrieve items. To discourage the use of high end items, such as cursed artifacts, minor artifacts and the like, these may be looted. If we find our enemies are constantly drylooting us, we may reciprocate by looting all combat related items. No rez-killing - except to prevent an enemy from re-joining combat. Keep in mind these are unofficial self-imposed rules. I'm not going to require them of any guild that we war, it is up to their discretion what they do. I will enforce these rules amongst our members. But if we get a guild that wars us, and all of a sudden we're patrolling and 10 stealth tamers appear, bola us, and all kill, there is a high likely-hood we will withdraw from war with them. We are also *considering* curbing stealth, not sure if we will and how.