With the impending server merges SFA is opening it’s doors to new applicants. This is of course an enormous opportunity for our many fans, bestest troll friends, and of course serious RPers to join our ranks. Our class demands and requirements can be found here however we’re always willing to make exceptions for potential ‘pro natural’ transfer applicants. Please contact Voldeth, Ikusa, or Mens in game for more information.
Before I get to the principal part of this update some recruitment information:
SFA is currently looking for quality role playing applicants who are capable of Roleplaying at an elite level. I think it’s safe to say that we are the premiere Roleplaying Legion of Israphel (and quite possibly MMO history?). We take our shit seriously so do not waste our time. For instance, some applicants have come to us unable to sing the Power Rangers theme song. Such a travesty is unacceptable – we’re serious. Consequently, If you believe yourself capable of channeling the Blue Power Ranger please whisper Ikusa in game for a try out. It would be extra nice if you also happened to be a cleric, chanter, assassin, or gladiator.
Finally, congratulations to our S rank group on an impressive FIRST TIME ATTEMPT (as described by Meyers). This was done in spite of our cleric not realizing the hotbar lock feature, our chanter using betoni’s, and our rangers hugging each in spite of the giant fire balls being flung at them. We’re a unique S rank group.
He was dressed all in fenris, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with misery to boot.
A bundle of hate he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a kill stealer, just opening Lance’s loot.
His eyes – how they taunted! His dimples how hack!
His cheeks were like greed, his legs lacking no bloods.
He had a broad face and a lot of cippo jelly,
That shook when he laughed inciting poor Lance.
He spoke not a word, but went straight for his kills,
And filled all his backpacks, then ran for the hills.
And laying his trader aside for the night,
He knew he had become Lanceloot’s blight.
He sprang to his vent, to his team in laughter,
sending screenshots and logs of all the banter.
But I heard him exclaim, without any signs of remorse,
“A cleric kill stealed them all! And I’m sure it’ll end up on Aion Source.”
