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THE PURITANS:
The air was thick with the smell of burnt plasma and over-used gun barrels. Blood was spattered upon partially destroyed buildings and structures, and the dead lay sprawled upon the crimson stained ground; it was the testament of fiery fighting. War had sung its deadly song, and it would continue to do so.
The rising dawn awakened both the intertwining demons of war and the guardians of faith. The Sacroélire for ages past had defended their land of Vertrauen, and now they watched the sun rise upon their last stronghold. Their land lay at the mercy of their enemies as they stood upon the brink of defeat. Yet they would not put down their weapons. They would not lose hope. They would fight, or they would die trying.
The massing horde had united their clans, and mustered an overwhelming force. They had conquered the Sacroélire’s land, killed numerous of their brethren, and now they laid siege to their last city.
“Arise my brothers; for we fight anew this morning,” Spartan spoke, the Commander and Master Chief of the Sacroélire Army. “We stare at death and we hear its tune, so brothers, let us once again show death that we also can sing its song!”
A mighty cheer trumpeted.
The foundations trembled and the winds themselves shook with fear at the sound, the Sacroélire would not be forgotten.
And with that The Sacroélire arose – An army of fearless souls - The Sacroélire took their last stand. With weapons in hand and might in their hearts, they charged against the horde. Arrowing bullets rained and plasma fire spoke. Fiery swords or light exploded into life, leaving a path of destruction in their wake.
With only a hundred men the Sacroélire fought viciously against their adversary of more than ten thousand. That day the horde emerged victorious, though four thousand of their own would never again draw a breath.
And so the days of The Sacroélire ended, or so it seemed. For their blood-line still lives on…
The wives and sons of many of the Sacroélire were not present the day of their defeat, and with good reason; for they had laid secure another land. And though over the years the thread of this memory had almost been lost, one truth remains... The Heart of a Sacroélire can never be lost, and so for hundreds of years they have been in waiting… Now they wait no longer.
This new age heralds the coming of a new Sacroélire, the age of “THE PURITANS”, and their sons and daughters must arise and join. They know who they are, for the bloodline of their forefathers burns within their veins, and so the call to arms is taken... PURITANS! Let us be restored to our former glory!
Now with that dramatic intro aside, lets get down to the fun stuff!
We are a clan based in Halo 2, and we welcome any who would like to join our ranks! We are especially looking for team players who love this great game, and have a mature approach to online gaming, which basically means we don't want trash-talkers or cheaters. We're an Australian based clan, which means if you play our peak times it would be a definite plus, but don't let that exclude you if you like our philosophy of play! We welcome players from the four corners of the world!
So join us... We have, of course, our “bloodline” to restore!!! =)
Our Gamertags are these:
Incubus Man
Kiphazrd
Bigm4n
So either leave your gamertag here or contact "Incubus Man", "Kiphazrd" or "Bigm4n" in game.
[Edited on 11/28/2004 3:41:25 PM]