This post brought to you by idle musings and background crap you’re not aware of. And muffin tabards.
My first raiding guild was on Earthen Ring, and was called Unified. I loved Unified.
They took me in shortly after I dinged 60, mostly because my fiance was already in the guild. I’d like to think that they took me on because I was an amazing holy pally but, quite frankly, at that point in time I was not.
Unified was, in its heyday, a top 10 guild…I think. I never honestly paid any attention. I know that several of us had full t2, that we had BWL down to 2 hour clears, AQ 40 was clear to C’thun, and we were played around in Naxx. Good? Yes. Top guild on the server? Hardly.
What was interesting, though, was to watch people leave…come back…leave…come BACK…always stating some version of “I missed you guys” upon their return.
The community that formed was strong, lasting-in many cases-years after the guild’s death. I can still log onto Earthen Ring, poke my head in the /unitram channel, and say hello to any number of folks.
Unified broke up in BC as many former 40 man guilds did, torn apart by different sized raids, the sudden discovery that so and so sucked when not backed up by 5 others of their class, and the fact that our GM was-quite frankly-losing it.
Nostalgia was strong enough that after we wandered to our seperate guilds and found them lacking, some of us started raiding together again. I ran Kara once a week with my hunter in my raiding guild, and then again on my paladin with this…former-guildie not-a-pug.
Eventually someone contacted our former GM, who actually handed over the old guild to us, and Unified was reborn.
It was not the same. It never could be the same. We had some of the same people, yes, but…there was no reviving Unified as it had once been. Eventually one of the GMs-Josh-and one of the officers-myself-transferred off server to play with friends. These friends-Brotherhood of Oblivion.
Corpses are corpses. They need to be buried, not restlessly prodded with sticks. They make good fertilizer, though-good things can come from what’s left, if you let them.
But you cannot ever expect them to be the same.
The Brotherhood is not what it once was. I joined at the end of BC…and yes, it is different now. Wrath changed it. People leaving changed it. The mere passage of time changed it. My method of recruiting? Changed it. My blogging? Changed it. Now that I’m GM it certainly is-and shall become-something different yet again.
The Brotherhood of Oblivion is dead.
The Brotherhood of Oblivion lives.
This upsets some people, of course. They look back at what once was and pine.
Cut it the fuck out. It gets you nowhere.
Why don’t you come check out the flowers I’m growing here, instead? The ride to wherever we’re going should be fun-especially as I have no idea how the fuck to navigate. Quick, give Ky the map!
Oh, and eat a fucking muffin.