Supplicium
Order of Supplicium
OoS

• Realm: Destruction / No racial restrictions
• Server Type: RP
• Guild Website, Forums, and Charter: http://www.supplicium.org/
• Recruitment status: Open
• Description: We are an RP-Lite and PvP/PvE guild. We intend to Roleplay in-game but it's not going to be forced in any way. We have NA and EU branches with members from all over, including Australia, so we do not have a preferred timezone. We aim for a mature, friendly, and an almost sort of in a kind of way mentally sane community, that likes cookies. Our recruitment status is currently open, so head over to Supplicium and fill out an application...
• If You Dare   "Credit goes to Robin, Elder of Supplicium"

Supplicii: Shattering the Chains of Sanity

As far as a warlock is concerned, mortals walk in a soothing haze that obscures the Abyss yawning at their feet. The infernalist refuses to remain blind, and he opens his eyes to Creation’s Great and Secret Truth. The insight drives him insane by human standards, but it frees him from petty considerations like “mortality” or “remorse.” Whenever he invokes the adversary within, a diabolist enters a Supplicium and plunges himself into the Void. In an ecstasy of torment, he reaffirms his Path and sheds another level of that trifle called “humanity.”

Roughly translated, Supplicium means “a sacrifice to the gods,” “punishment” and “torment.” It’s all these things and more. During this self-inflicted torture, an Infernalist voluntarily cuts away a portion of his consciousness and sacrifices it to Hell in exchange for insight and power. It’s a dangerous thing, this demented Seeking; some Infernalists snap completely and become gibbering Marauds. Others focus on their inner hells and learn disturbing secrets from the folds of madness; returning to a semblance of sanity, they unlock a Pandora’s Boxes full of powers from the Underworld within. If and when an Infernalist recovers from the Supplicium, he commands a greater understanding of the darker Mysteries and leaves another part of his old life behind.

The call of that Abyss has a way of shattering one’s mind. Confronted with the horrors behind Creation’s comforting illusion, human consciousness fades and deeper instincts take over. During Supplicium, an Infernalist becomes a screaming lunatic or withdraws into catatonia. Locked within her own nightmares, she suffers exquisite agonies for the sake of enlightenment. Even after she “returns” to sanity, a noticeable part of her old self remains behind the Void. The specter of Hell forever dances in her eyes.

Definitely worth a look if you are searching for quality people.

Well Supplicium is still here and we now have an Oceanic Regiment as well.

So we now have the Coercitio(OC), Cruciamus(NA), and Sacrificium(EU) regiments.

Even with regular pruning of inactives we have around eighty members between the three regiments with about a third of us in the Closed Beta. This number will jump a bit once Guild Beta begins.

One of our members, Barbadian, even created our first promo video.

WAR Is Coming

Supplicium Is Ready

My apologies for not catching this thread sooner and thank you to Triggers for updating our thread here.

A few posters I created.

Great group of guys and we are always looking for deticated players to join us.

outstanding pics

Yes i have some my self that i cannot share.

Originally posted by jybgess

outstanding pics

Thank you

Here are a few more.

Love those posters SirRobin

Thank you.

I really should make some more but nothing has tickled my funny bone lately.

Update: Supplicium has switched back to referral only for applications except for Oceanic players.

Supplicium is up on the following servers.

European:
Burlok

North American:
Phoenix Throne

Oceanic:
Darklands

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Deep within the battlefields of WAR three menacing figures stand upon a pile of the recently deceased and address a murderous mixture of Chaos, Dark Elf, and Greenskin warriors.

“Oi! Dis fing on? Tiz? Gud!”
Hello. Is this thing on? It is? Good, nice to hear that.

“Roight den, heah iz da fing. Dagorc iz now da biggest boss o’ Sup… er Supik… Supliki Kar…”
All right then, here is the thing. Dagorc is now the leader of Supplicium’s Carnificina (NA) Regiment.

Chorus: “SUPPLICIUM!”

“Shaddap ya gits!”
Please be quiet, the question and answer part of this announcement will take place afterwards.

“Da kaos boss got sum stuff ‘appen ‘n da out der dat he gotz ta bash.”
Vitreol has some real-life stuff going on that he needs to handle.

“Dis goin’ ta take time, so ‘e did finkin’ stuff and made da’ greenest da big boss. Now heah dis ya gits!”
This is going to take some time, so Vitreol thought about it and Dagorc was chosen to be the new guild leader. So, my fellow comrades, I figured I should say something.

“Excuse me oh belligerent one.”

“Wat!”
Yes?

“Would it not be wise to mention some thing about Supplicium for our allies and guests?”

“Wat?”
What do you mean?

“Well it has been some time since we have let others know about us. Our multinational and multiracial nature is intriguing. With our alliances we are a powerful and diverse force in the WAR.”

“WAAAGH!!!”
What did you say? I was ignoring you.

Sigh, “Look over there… is that an Ironbreaker? Look at the shiny armor he’s wearing.”

“Shinie Stuntie! Time fa sum bashin’! WAAAGH!!!”
I do see an armored dwarf. I must go. It will be a challenge that I enjoy as much as making my tasty gobbo cookies.

“That should keep him busy for a while… ahem. Greetings pawns to the machinations of the malevolent Malekith. Supplicium is a regiment where roleplaying is encouraged and respected but not required. We are an international organization with regiments in North America, Oceania, and Europe. We enjoy PvP immensely but PvE is not ignored. We have a mixture of members some who are new to MMORPG's and some who have been active for many years.”

"We are seeking to expand our ranks and would welcome those who seek fellow warriors to accompany them through the glories of WAR."

“Blood for the Blood God!”

Sigh, “Dear Chaos infused one. How many times must you be reminded that, even though your armor is dyed red, you are still a Chosen of Tzeentch? Not Khorne.”

“Change for the Change God?”

“Whatever spurs your mutations vanguard of Tzeentch. Now where was I?”

“Oi! Didz ya see dat stuntie flyin’? De don’ call it Roight ‘n da Jibblies fur nofing!”
Hi, did you see how far that dwarf flew after I kicked him? They don’t call it Right in the Jibblies for no reason.

“Mighty warlord… I have a session scheduled with a captured Archmage at three. Unless I double check the edges beforehand his skin may not come off as cleanly as I would like. Farewell new lord of Supplicium.”

“WAAAGH!!!”
Have fun, TTFN, see you later alligator.

“Change for the Change God!”

“WAAAGH!!!”
WTF?

“Uh, do you happen to have some spare change? I left mine in my inevitable piggy bank.”

Scratches head, “Me nevah figah out da hummies.”
I shall forever ponder the inner workings of the human psyche.

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“Oi!... Dagorc sayz Oi! Dat meanz shaddap ya gits!”
Hello, may I have your attention please.

“Me gots sumfing ta show yuz… Watch dis pullin’ da stuntie outta’ me hat! Nufing up me trousers… Ta Daa!”
I have something to show you. Watch me pull a dwarf out of my hat. Nothing up my sleeves… Presto.

Ahem, "Warlord?"

“Hehe! Dat waz a gud one. Roight skinnie?”
Haha. That was a good one, wasn’t it Elf?

Sigh, “Yes, I’m sure their Book of Grudges will have an entire chapter devoted to you, once they hear about what you did with that dwarf’s skull. However, is there an announcement you should make, warlord of Supplicium?”

“Wat?”
There is? Hold on, let me think about it… This might take a while.

Sigh, “I do find myself wondering, in this Age of Reckoning, that Khaine should be the god of patience instead.”

“Change for the Change God!”

Eyes rolling, “Kill me now, please.”

“Do you need any? I’ve got brass, teeth, and even some strange thing the demons called… nickels… Change! Change for the Change God! Get your change, right here!”

Pinching bridge of nose, “The finest torturers in the world, and they don’t even have to try.”

“Oi! Watch dis!”
Comrades, witness my next feat of wizardry.

“Whoa, do the High Elfs have a Book of Grudges?”

Sigh, “If they don’t yet, they will, after finding out what he just did to that elf’s skull.”

“Eh? Roight… Fa’got da hat. Dagorc do beddah nex’ time.”
What? Right, forgot the hat. I’ll endeavor to improve my performance.

Looking to the heavens, “An arrow, between the eyes, is the only way I will ever be able to forget that.”

“Oi! Da finkin’ werk’d! Dagorc remembah watz me ta say. Dagorc happy!”
Now I remember the announcement. I am pleased with my cognitive abilities.

“Da big boss iz back! ‘E bash watz need bashin’ an’ ‘ez ready ta chop sum Ordah!”
Vitreol has returned. The issues are resolved so he is now the guild leader of Supplicium Carnificina once more.

“There is more news, oh green one of girth and magical... talent.”

“WAAAGH!!!”
Are you sure? I didn’t see anything in the minutes from last week’s meeting.

“Yes Dagorc the Black Orc. Due to your, shall we say, interesting social skills; you have been chosen to be Supplicium’s new ambassador. I believe only Tzeentch could have imagined such a change.”

“Change?”

“Oi! Gobbo! Dagorc need ta werk on dip… dipolo…”
Come here goblin, I want to work on my diplomatic skills.

Chorus, “Diplomacy!”

“Roight! Noah den, where’z me choppa?”
Right, now to practice my negotiating techniques.

Well we had a vote and Dagorc has a new surname!

Deep in Dragonwake, within the besieged Covenant of Flame...
Bashing "WAAAGH!!! Dagorc'z da greenest 'n meanest!"
Stabbing "Change for the Change God!"
Hiding "Change fa da Change Git!"
Dodging "Ha! This is quite the battle Dagorc! I never realized what I was missing by not facing off against a warrior as mighty as this Keep Lord."
"Dat 'Urt! Roight propa bashin' skinnie, Dagorc still 'ave moah fun bashin' Ordah 'n da open dough!"
"And why you Dark Elves have not fired that captain yet is almost beyond Tzeentch! He is constantly running into that same damn island!"
"Yuz might wan' ta move skinnie! Dats not ah gud spot ta be 'n!"
"Very well green one! I think we have him now! Victor-" "Not 'n da fa-" CRASH
"By Khaine! What was that?"
Shaking head "Dagorc waz likin' dat gobbo tu. Me'z tell 'im dats jus' not ah gud spot ta be."
"Poor brave shaman, he shall be missed... Alrighty then, let's see what they were hiding in here this time."
"So golden chests falling from the ceiling is a common event around here?"
"Me finks itz ah boobie trap. Dough why dey puts da gud stuff 'n der an' hangz it ovah der 'eadz?" Shrug
"Blast!"
"Wot yuz get dis time hummie?"
Frowning "Idiots Guide to Zone Control again. In Tzeentch's name, shouldn't these Keep Lord's already know this stuff?"
"Wot abouts yu skinnie?"
Quickly closes bag "It's not important. Dagorc, Ambassador of Supplicium Carnificina, I bring news from the Vaulkhar Vitreol. He is undertaking a long journey and has placed Supplicium under your command. He calls upon you to become the Warlord once more."
"Gud, time fa moah bashin den!... Dough me still wants ta know wot yuz got 'n da bag skinnie."
"Warlord, are not there more important things to concern yourself with?"
Grinning "Don' make me'z pull rank on yuz."
Sigh "Very well... Bedwetting: Beating It Through Self Hypnosis."
"Hahaha! Noah dats funnie roight der!"
"Blood for the Blood God!"
"Warlord, who is that? He does not appear to be a follower of Tzeentch."
"Nah, 'ez been followin' da boyz fa ah bit noah. 'E sayz 'ez a... wot waz it?"
"Travel Agent"
"Roight, dat was it."
"Plenty of blood for the Blood God at Bastion Stair! Yes my friends, for a bargain price, you can spend your days and nights engaged in splendid slaughter. Newly renovated, Bastion Stair offers the latest amenities for the discriminating homicidal maniac."
"I don't know Black Orc. He makes a convincing argument. I am getting a little tired of getting the same thing from these Keep Lords."
"It jus' don' sound propa. Goin' tu ah reezort ta bash stuff. Bashin' shud 'appen wherevah Dagorc feelz it shud."
"Well I am not due back in the guild hall for a few days. A change of pace might do you good."
"Alroight ladz, quit yer belly achin'! Dagorc will give dis reezort ah try. You can go make da planz wit dat git. Jus' remembah, 'e beddah book a window seat on da wyvern for Dagorc or der be blood fa da blood git befoah wez get der!"
Will Dagorc enjoy his vacation? Will the resort have enough towels for a Black Orc? Will the Blackguard be able to give up adult undergarments? Did the travel agent overbook the wyvern? Can the airline survive it if he did?
Tune in for answers to these questions, and more, in the next episode of: Daspork.