I have a terrible memory first off, regardless.
Started playing in late 2010, decided that a clan would be more fun than playing na2 and 1 than solo.
Started looking for a team oriented clan.
Looked at fallen, and hoc at the time.
Decided not to go with fallen, instead joined hoc.
I have no recollection of joining hoc.
I've been with HoC, pretty much since the dawn of my c-rpg career and don't intend on playing with anyone else. Fuck you guys. HoC is where the fun is at. Although I have played with a tremendous amount of fun characters through HoC, and HoC alliances. The people in HoC and the people I've met through them have been an exceedingly fun time, and I appreciate all of it. (Pretty much every clan we've interacted with I have a group of favorite people from that clan)
As for my rise in HoC, I was pretty systematically recruited (if memory serves) into the clan. I was treated as a filthy sub-human, peasant scum, for slave labor. The kings swine, and filthy farm animals had more rights and better treatment than I. (I would steal scraps, and fragments, of half eaten cabbage and filth from the swine in order to try to complete my daily nourishment.) I was barked at, and lashed daily as I couldn't complete my daily tasks within the HoC gulags. I was systematically tortured and threatened of being executed daily for the supreme leader's amusement. Shoveling manure into broken wooden wheel barrows, and hobbling down the feces and disease infested gulags was almost too much for my petite and frail 11 year old girl physique. Despite all of this I was determined that something of value must come from this because I at least wasn't the king's royal tongue*. Eventually through many countless years of slave labor I started to become robust, regardless of the lack of nutrition from the terrible, and inferior work environments.
One day within the gulags some other poor fool thought even less of me than he thought of his comrades. He was determined to have the best of me. I figure that this was to increase his order within the pecking ranks of the gulags, and perhaps maybe one day hold a blade as Clulainn fodder. This particular man seemed of great intelligence within the gulags. He had compressed and sun dried/hardened cow dung and fashion some sort of blunt weapon out of it by fusing it onto a stick. That was his weapon of choice which he foolishly thought he could end my daily lashings on the field with. He was waiting for me to begin unloading the broken wheel barrow, which I had diligently dragged through thousands of yards of Odin's must unholy land, to strike me. He had raised the carefully crafted shit paste cudgel above and beyond his head and struck with might, as such that even the god's may have trembled from.
My frail uncultured shit shoveling body immediately collapsed to the ground, being struck from such a mighty blow. Unfortunately for this poor fool this single blow didn't match what an HoC King's Guard can do with a mere knobbed mace. It did however annihilate my tender and elegant skull. Fortunately for me, his piss poor feeble and emaciated body couldn't end my life, and the hardened shit cudgel broke over my head. Wracked with pain and dulled from the world, I knew I had to do something or else I was going to be ground up and fed to the King's farm animals. I quickly picked up the hardened dung, and mustered enough strength from my decrepit, sickly body to tackle this man to the ground. What happened afterwards brought me fame and honor within HoC, and propelled me into becoming the king's glorious adviser and hand. I had taken the broken shit cudgel and demolished this man's petty excuse for a life into oblivion. I had taken the hardened shit, which was quite literally stone, and slung it athwart his face. I continued this act with such assiduousness and diligence until his face and skull was simply a red creamy paste of a broken man.
One of the King's guard's saw this act of brutish might and vigor, and I was quickly extracted from the HoC gulags and quickly put to work with a blade as the aforementioned chulainn war fodder. I quickly rose from war fodder up the ranks to what I previously was as King's hand. (Prior to the HoC meltdown or whatever the fuck it was.)
*The king's royal tongue is by far the most degrading and sub human platform that HoC's gulags has to offer. If you were in the gulags, as a regular worker, you were decades if not centuries in front of this filthy demonic beast. The royal's tongue's "job" was that of toilet paper. This undomesticated and feral beast was to clean every anus of the HoC rank's with his tongue, any time one was to release his demonic bowls into the barren crater, hand dug into the ground. Also despite the fact the clan would eat the perplexing concoction that Gourmi (if I remember correctly) the HoC chef created. (That "food" would "Run through us like shit through a goose" to quote our supreme leader and mentor Bonesaw) It is rumored that this work is so degrading and inhumane that the royal tongue prays for the sweet release of death by the quick draw of a cold blade. It is also rumored that he is guarded by 2 HoC men so that he cannot find any act wish to release himself to the divine mother of death.
Other than a clan history... I started out playing as an archer, then eventually moved to horse archer (prior to HoC), then went back to archery. I eventually grinded through a lot of gens as a hoplite. I then evolved out of that and started 1h/shield. Those two builds we're my bread and butter throughout my gens.
Eventually I would do a full gen as horse archer, and really realized what I liked to do. I did a lot of agi builds after that. Light cav with an Arabian is probably one the most fun builds I've ran with. As contrast to that I eventually got into my +3 charger build with a +3 military hammer, and fucking cheesed it up for a gen 1 hitting 90% of my targets.
I've never been good at the game I've just enjoyed playing it with the diverse range of characters. After HoC had some fucking meltdown or some shit Smeg created the fabled "Rus Hunter" build and I quickly was ignorant at the time to adopt it. I followed his lead and got all the glorious heirlooms that were Rus enough to slay any man on the battle field.
As of now smeg auctioned off or sold all of his Rus gear and I hold the title of Rus Hunter.
As of now I'm some sort of fucking plebian casual that can't kill shit and still hold a 1:1.7 kd.
The rus build is the most fun I've had in the game and will grind out to 36 with it.
