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Community:Kimberlin Gypsies
| Guild Data | |
|---|---|
| Name: | Kimberlin Gypsies |
| Arms: |  |
| Established: | 2015/03/05 |
| Members: | 10 |
| PvP: | Casual |
| Playstyle: | RP |
| Roleplay: | Immersive |
| Location: | PaxLair |
“Oui, ‘uch tu do. Ey see meny horse still unbridle. Please attend tu stable un make sure everythin’ redy. This season we nee’ tu see improve ‘rom las’ stock season.” Kit says dismissively with a wave of her hand. “Un make report soon. Ey nee’ stable report.”
The stableboy nervously nods in agreement, “Oui Madame. Ey will hav’ very soon.”
Kit begins to turn quickly to issue another order, but she hesitates as the sight of a rearing stallion in the pasture outside her window beckons her to remember a moment not so long ago…
“Kit! ‘ou damn blind?” The voice of a gruff old man resonates in her ear as she is quickly pulled by her shoulders. A blur of jet black speeds quickly past in front of her as she falls backwards onto a pile of straw.
Dazed, she looks up to the familiar weathered face of her father as he continues to scold her about her safety in their native tongue.
Kit places both hands on her face rubbing her eyes as she is drawn back into the present. She glances quickly around the room and realizes the stableboy has left. Many months have gone by since she has had time to even think about her father. Much less, his abrupt passing and the burden she now carries to keep the family together.
Exhausted she sits on the chair in front of her vanity. The stress of the many long days during breeding season, and the demands on her time, is reflected in the vision she sees before her. She sighs as she begins to unravel the ribbons and the small golden adornments from her hair.
Kit brushes her long red hair meticulously as the events of the day play in her head. She closes her eyes as the events of the day. The stress… the…
The smell of jasmine brings a smile to her face. The familiar touch of her mother’s hand as she interweaves ribbon with braids envelops her in serenity.
“Ey child ‘ou ‘stand tu kno’. Dis lan’ wat dey call New Britannia. We make nu home. Papa sey meny horse un nu lan’ we com’ tu build reputashen en livehood for familee. One dey this nu lan’ ull Kimberlin for ‘ou tu keep for future. Good future.”
Kit chuckles softly then opens her eyes. With a smile on her face she re-wraps her hair and composes herself in the mirror. She bows her head for a moment to an imaginary vision and with a quick wink to the woman she clearly sees before her she departs her study.
Kit opens the double doors of the family home stepping onto the porch. The radiant beams of the morning sun wash across her face as she notices a member of her family approach.
“Bonjour Madame Kimberlin.” The lady says in greeting as she approaches.
“Bonjour Adrienne.” Kit says with a smile.
Kit motions to the woman with an excited anticipation, “Adrienne, tudey we need tu make notice. Ey need ‘ou tu take note across New Britannia. We look for expanshen tu work for familee. Make quick un repor’ tu me intrest ‘ou find. Mus’ make mark en this lan’ if we prosper.”
Adrienne curtseys to Kit, “Oui Madame. Ey do tudey as request!”
Kit smiles in return and nods as she takes her leave.
With a sharp whistle Kit commands the attention of the men gathered by the stables, “En wen is this dey tu keep hands in pockets? Dey mares no feeds themselves!”
The startled men turn quickly to return to work. One of the stablehands awkwardly rushes forward without looking. In his haste he does not notice the two mares rushing by in direct collision to his departure. At the last moment he is grasped by his shoulders and falls flat backwards onto a pile of soft soil behind him.
“Marcus! ‘ou damn blind ?” The stern voice of the woman who has now found a new determination scolds him as he falls.
“Madame? Ey…Ey..So soree Madame…” The young man pants as he trys to regain himself.
Kit takes a moment remembering then returns to her duty ahead of her.
Guild Type:[edit]
Immersive RP / PVE / PVP
Recruitment:[edit]
Actively Recruiting
Time Zone:[edit]
Eastern US
Synopsis:[edit]
Looking for members interested in Gypsy RP. The “primary” focus is RP. PVE and PVP will also play a normal part of the guild activities. The guild is hierarchical with a Queen. Most guild members will be family and part of the Kimberlin family tree. Being a family member is optional. The guild will also contain members who will RP as associates and employees.
The "rating" of the guild is mature. There are themes and topics not suitable for children.
The RP of the guild will have others view them as good citizens on the surface, but Gypsy life will be one of guile and intrigue. The "family focus" is to prosper at all costs especially at the cost to other's wealth and status.
The much reviled Cheval Fantome is the secretive sect within the guild that engages in thievery, smuggling, extortion, and kidnapping. Also known to others through tales and whispers as the Ghost Horse. This group functions as the right hand of the Queen carrying out her orders and commands.
The guild’s lore is of Gypsy heritage with Kit Kimberlin being the leader / Queen of the guild / family. The family’s RP focus is around their horse farm / ranch, upscale hotel, and their future business associated with it.
The guild is currently based in PaxLair. The guild may obtain a village POT. This is still very open for ideas.
Conclusion:[edit]
If you are interested in becoming part of the Kimberlin Gypsies please leave a message Kit Kimberlin (talk) in the SotA forums or in game.