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Seridia Irilion Trade Union have many different kinds of Players from all part of the world. Situ focus on training all skills in Eternal-lands. In SiTu everyone is family everyone look after everyone and our's alliance guilds.
Seridia Irilion Trade Union have many different kinds of Players from all part of the world. Situ focus on training all skills in Eternal-lands. In SiTu everyone is family everyone look after everyone and our's alliance guilds.
Seridia Irilion Trade Union
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About Me
- Agrilles
- Guild Master of SiTu Guild.
The Story of SiTu
How SiTu Came to Be
Our story begins, as all great stories do, in a far distant time. But as these were Eternal Lands, the story is echoed throughout the ages. This story begins with a lonely Draegoni mining silver in a dank, dark cave below the earth on the continent of Seridia. He was a formidable man in appearance only, for his heart was human, and longed, as all human hearts do, for companionship. This particular day was as unexceptional as any other had been for as long as he could remember, but perhaps that is why this ordinary day was about to become extraordinary.
Little did the draegoni know that on precisely that day, across the expanse of the seas on the continent of Irilion, a beautiful red-haired elf sat harvesting sunflowers in brilliant lush gardens and wishing the very same wish. Behind her, the tall mountains loomed, and as the sun began to sink behind them, their shadow crept over her and her desire for kinship and a place of belonging took its grip. She hoisted her sack onto her shoulder, and with the great determination that is bred from true desire, made her way up the mountains.
The draegoni, heavy with a day's labor of silver, crawled out of the mine just in time to watch the sun slip beyond the desert horizon. He began to make his way down the well worn road to unload his burden, picking his way slowly and carefully over the dusty rocks. But then he stopped. There was no conscience decision made, just a recognition that he was being draw to the western hills, and so he followed. For half the night he wandered until at last he reached the highest point of the highest hill, dropped his sack at his feet and took a deep breath...
The elf, half-crawling as she reached the pinnacle of the mountain, paused only long enough to notice the brilliance of the harvest moon. Summoning every bit of energy she had left, she cried into the night at the very same moment that the draegoni made the very same cry: "HEAR ME!"
Some say it is because of the witching hour. Some say it was magic in the wind, but all agree that it was a miracle, for the echo that both heard back, was not that of their own voice, but that of the other, calling,
"Here!" "Here!" Suddenly, with renewed energy, both began to run toward the voice, both crying "hear! hear!" and hearing in return "here! here!" until at last, at sunrise, they each could see a distant figure growing larger: the draegoni racing through a grassy marsh, and the elf on a tall ship.
And so it was that they were able to create the true essence of life in these Eternal Lands: friendship. And the Seridia Irilion Trade Union was born.
Wrote By sygon
Our story begins, as all great stories do, in a far distant time. But as these were Eternal Lands, the story is echoed throughout the ages. This story begins with a lonely Draegoni mining silver in a dank, dark cave below the earth on the continent of Seridia. He was a formidable man in appearance only, for his heart was human, and longed, as all human hearts do, for companionship. This particular day was as unexceptional as any other had been for as long as he could remember, but perhaps that is why this ordinary day was about to become extraordinary.
Little did the draegoni know that on precisely that day, across the expanse of the seas on the continent of Irilion, a beautiful red-haired elf sat harvesting sunflowers in brilliant lush gardens and wishing the very same wish. Behind her, the tall mountains loomed, and as the sun began to sink behind them, their shadow crept over her and her desire for kinship and a place of belonging took its grip. She hoisted her sack onto her shoulder, and with the great determination that is bred from true desire, made her way up the mountains.
The draegoni, heavy with a day's labor of silver, crawled out of the mine just in time to watch the sun slip beyond the desert horizon. He began to make his way down the well worn road to unload his burden, picking his way slowly and carefully over the dusty rocks. But then he stopped. There was no conscience decision made, just a recognition that he was being draw to the western hills, and so he followed. For half the night he wandered until at last he reached the highest point of the highest hill, dropped his sack at his feet and took a deep breath...
The elf, half-crawling as she reached the pinnacle of the mountain, paused only long enough to notice the brilliance of the harvest moon. Summoning every bit of energy she had left, she cried into the night at the very same moment that the draegoni made the very same cry: "HEAR ME!"
Some say it is because of the witching hour. Some say it was magic in the wind, but all agree that it was a miracle, for the echo that both heard back, was not that of their own voice, but that of the other, calling,
"Here!" "Here!" Suddenly, with renewed energy, both began to run toward the voice, both crying "hear! hear!" and hearing in return "here! here!" until at last, at sunrise, they each could see a distant figure growing larger: the draegoni racing through a grassy marsh, and the elf on a tall ship.
And so it was that they were able to create the true essence of life in these Eternal Lands: friendship. And the Seridia Irilion Trade Union was born.
Wrote By sygon