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loginWhat Is The IronLegion? A clan of skilled veterans from all over the world united for one greater cause. We have been playing together for a long time, we know each other pretty well and a man united all these players together: Xtinct. He has recently returned and has been crowned as the Calradian Emperor!
Our language is English by default, we mostly play on EU_Servers.
TrainingsEvery Saturday and Sunday at 8pm UTC+1 we organise some weekly trainings.
Additional trolling sessions on Fridays, and some weekends.
If you want to train, simply ask it in Teamspeak.
If you want to troll, ask Duke or TiberiusX first, they will organise it.
Past darkness and the ashes, past deeper down the earth, down where no human being has ever been brave enough to be, a deadly veteran army is organising itself for the dark ascent to the surface. Only a handful of war-ravaged soldiers know what is to come, the rest are doomed. Will you be one of them? *Cough Cough* The old man, satisfied with his frightening stories, rose from his seat, grabbed his gear from under the bench and quickly walked out through the wrenched doors in the tavern. It was late night, and he could barely see anything, everything was quiet, announcing something terryfing was about to happen. Suddenly, he spot a distinct carriage in the distance. It was black as the night itself, and the horses carrying it were exhausted from the long march. The carriage halted next to the tavern, and its doors where slowly opened. From them came a tall man, wearing a black tunic; his face showed a clearly state of desesperation. He greeted the old man and entered the establishment followed by him. "Two rounds of ale for me and my mate here", he shouted to the bartender. "So, what is the situation, Richard, any news from the North?", he asked the man. "The army is being assembled, they arrived yesterday at the North-East coast, soon they will ride towards Reyvadin, pillaging and looting everything as they pass. They will reach Swadia in matter of weeks!", cried Richard. "Shhh,", he silenced. "We don't want anyone to hear this conversation, or we will experience a massive exodus from Calradia-" "Bu.. But sir, the whole kingdom must know they are in danger, we must ensure recruitment speeds up, or the whole Calradia united together won't be able to stop the IronLegion" The old man moved uncomfortably in his stool, he knew he was facing a difficult situation, the man before him was completely terrified, as any other human being would had been. But not him, he, who had commanded the Sacred Swadian Regiment into battle and victory several times. He was a legend, a forgotten legend. "Richard, call Strodus, we ride to Praven tomorrow morning. King Harlaus must know about this" Then in a swift movement, incredible for his age, he took hold of his espadon and rised the stairs of the tavern, to prepare for what would surely be a difficult night.
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His peaceful sleep had just been disturbed; it seemed the tore-down bedtsead he was laying on was not comfortable enough. He slowly got up from his resting place and peered out of the window from where he had seen some odd flashes. Fire. The whole field sorrounding the tavern was been consumed by flames, and he realised it would not take long for the tavern to join the fields. "They are here", he thought. "Too late for us." He turned his back to the window and headed to the bedstep. Under it, there was a leather chest, in a clearly state of deterioration. He opened it with a golden key he took from his pocket, and took the documents that were inside, in addition to a strange dagger covered by jewelry in its hilt. As he made his way to the door, he heard some painful screams coming from downstairs. "No, no, nooooo... Mercy, mercy please, please... I'm just a poor..." Suddenly the swing of a blade and the splash of blood echoed across the walls of the tavern and everything went quiet. He waited at the door, as if hoping for something or someone to guide him onwards, to continue, even though he knew he would sooner or later join the rest in that nightmare. He hovered over the door handle, thinking wether to open it or not. In the middle of his vacillation, the door slowly opened itself, and the figure of Strodus appeared in the dark, urging the old man to follow him. The old man grabbed his backpack, he put his espadon inside his scabbard, which he hanged across his back, and nodded to the man standing just two metres away from him. "And Richard, where is he?", murmured the old man. "He... he didn't make it", said Strodus."Hurry up, we don't have much time". And the old man, still not believing Richard had died, quickly moved to Strodus' safe position, and into a passage he sweared he had never seen before. "Ruthuk, the tavern owner, showed me this passage when I was just a kid. I used to come often to this tavern when i was young, and Ruthuk showed me the secrets hidden inside here. Now i realise how useful those days have been...", he slided across the stone walls of the passage. "Careful here, jump, we are nearly out..." He could see nothing but the figure of the man leading the path, yet that was enough to light a flame of hope in the middle of such misfortune. Finally he saw the light, the light coming from the flames burning in the distance. Strodus and him mounted on the only two horses left in the stable and rided towards Praven. Soon they would be safe, and they, and he, would have revenge on the very bastards that had pillaged the whole village, killing his wife and children. He, Lord Tradimir of Uxhal, would have revenge on the Iron Legion. He sweared he would.
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loginWhat is our aim? We wish to create a community of players, to share together ideas and good moments. We are now considering the chance of setting up our own servers, we are not yet sure about this, and we will speak to the cRPG moderators for support. Hopefully soon enough another cRPG server with low latency in Europe will be available for everyone to join, meet new people and have fun playing.
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loginHow are we organised? Our Old Emperor has resurrected!!! Us, his fellow men, have no pledged alliance to the supreme lord, and the council has thereby been dismissed. The Emperor will grant the following titles to the most brave men, who have sweared an oath of loyalty to the gracious xtinct:
The Emperor Xtinct:
The supreme leader of Ironlegion. The Man who successfully organised the Iron Legion army. He obeys none, all obey him.
The Chancellor:
He carefully supervises the kingdom when the Emperor is way; he has knowledge of every event happening in the Ironlegion. He is the most influencial man in the Iron Legion, of course, after the Supreme Emperor. Nothing can be approved without him saying the word yes.
The Marshall:
A war-ravaged veteran, respected by his men, and feared by his enemies. He is in control of the Iron Legion army, his men love him deeply, and he is the man expected to turn new recruits into heroes of our land.
The Diplomat:
A man of words, a man of diplomacy. He does not wield power over the army nor over the people but he wields the power of his toungue. This man can start and end wars, with just the sutile movement of a finger. The Iron Legion's highest representative.
Thou Lordships:
They command the lands and armies given to them and obey the Emperor/Councellor/Marshall's dictations to the last word. He has the ultimate command over the people and soldiers assigned to him of any lesser rank. They hold fiefs in the Emperors name, and prove to be trustworthy warriors in battle.
Knights:
Loyal vassals who served their king and commanders well in battle. They like in the Court, with the King and the rest of lords, and now have some influence over the population, but they are not worthy of a fief yet.
Men At Arms:
Nobles who proved their worth at the battlefield, and soon will be called to the Court, amongst the Emperor's loyal men.
Infranty Men:
Barely just recruited and given a weapon, this fighters can later became one of the men with most influence in the Kingdom
Emperor:
-Xtinct
Chancellor:
-Lannistark
Marshall:
-Latvian Knight
Diplomat:
-Xijena
Lords:
-TiberiusX
-Alex Dragon
-Shaneyk
Knights:
-Pilleke
-Forshais
Men At Arms:
-Shahvir
-Lukjan
-Jurus
-Rage_Guy
Infantrymen:
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loginRecruiting Policy: If you want to join our clan, contact one of the veteran members. This member will then take the petition to the rest of the main admins and the whole community in the clan. We will perhaps ask you some kind of test in warband to see your skills and a personal appeal for us to know a bit of yourself.
In General the only things we ask for if you want to join us are:
-At least utterly horrible level of skills in warband.
-A friendly and respectful attitude.
-Being commonly active. If you are away please tell us we won't rape you or anything, we have lives too.
-Play with us, download teampseak and share your experiences.
-And above all, have a good sense of humour, then you will be a loved one among us.
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The most common mods we play aside from cRPG (our favourite) are Persistant World, Assassin Hunt, The Wild Wind, and at times Mercenaries.
For cRPG, our official or most common used in battle equipment is:
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Soon we will host some dedicated servers in warband, we hope on of those includes cRPG.
Our default language is english, however between all our members we can communicate in spanish, german, russian, finnish, latvian, estonian and polak
Want to meet the community? Head over to forums! www.ironlegion.forumprofi.de (http://www.ironlegion.forumprofi.de)
Everyone has a life, we understand that. The only thing we ask is to tell us when you will be away for some time
The banner is ours and we made it, please don't use without permission, thanks.
If you want to join our clan, or not sure about it, PM me or some of the Veteran Members.
Include the following INFO:
-M&B Nick:
-Why to join clan:
-Where are you from:
-One word to define you
-Tell us something about yourself:
-Skills in warband
-Weekly Activity
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