Huh, I've been here for a bit... in the shadows after my initial burst of fun in the sun.  I'm not one for words, but I've been rooting for this the entire time, and still am.  I'm just not quite active on displaying this, which I'm sorry for!  I don't think one user makes much of a difference, but I'm sure there's plenty of us who, like me, have just been faces in the background and silently cheering on. 

So, I guess it's time for a proactive approach (and hopefully others follow suit). I may be up to my ears with college studies, but that doesn't stop me from sending out word to some people who could possibly help. 

Not sure what a "mapper" entails, but I know a guy who I've used in the past to make little d&d encounter maps... plus he's in college for video game coding and stuff to boot!  Would that be of any help?

*hug~* Hurr, nah it's cool.  I don't want to make anyone leave their guild to join mine.

But from what I see I just have to be patient and let the name of my guild get out there for others to see.   Okay, time to make a snazzy signature and all that so that my posts advertise for me. Then whenever I'm able to be more active I'll try and be active in things so that everyone is able to see the guild without having to have it shoved down their throats.  Danke all!

Hahahah, it seems so far that anyone who would want to join Sol is already a knight!  I guess that knights and paladins are much the same....

Also, I think I might have to edit the name... I just realized the anagram for the clan is very... undesirable.  Sol Paladins will have to do, though the image will take a bit to edit...

  Our doors are open to all, though we have a love for Psychic, Fire, Flying, and Electric Pokemon.   You do not have to have these types to join, but those who join our ranks must follow a strict regimin!  We are defined by a code of three rules which we must hold in our hearts always!  It is what guides our guild, and is our main goal for being here. 

1: Shed light upon all so that the world may grow.
Our main reason for being formed is to teach and nurture the world so that the whole community may be rich.  One does not have to be a braniac to help out, even the humblest of men has something they can teach.

2: Show comradery to all.
We do not hold our friendliness to only our brothers, we treat everyone equal.  We are friendly and curteous to everyone and put our best foot forward.  Hatred is not welcome within our halls.

3: Purge the world of darkness.
No, we are not out to get Dark Types.  We actually love all Pokemon!  The darkness we are referring to is  the darkness within the community (trolling and things of that sort).  The Paladins of Sol hold no place in their hearts for ne'er-do-wells, and we make sure those that deserve it are punished so that the darkness may be cleansed.

All members have to follow this code, from the newest recruet to the leader.  And speaking of new recruits, for those who wish to join our ranks all you have to do is ask a Head Paladin or higher and then they can let you in. 




1. GoldenBurr
2. To be determined



Seeing as PU isn't quite out yet, we can't really live up to our duties.  Also being new to the scene, we are in a recruiting state.  For now we will follow our code and keep to the forums, helping out in what way we can while also trying to bolster our numbers.  But once the game is out we'll be patrolling the game and following our code to the best of our ability.

As our code says, we are mainly a community oriented guild, but we strongly promote competitive spirits.  We also have a ranking system in play to help members know how they stack up against their brothers and sisters.   We'll also be aiming to host many events later on for ourselves and all of PU.

Like most other guilds, until the game comes out this thread will also be a place of discussion for the members.  But after the game is brought out the thread will be limited to guild related topics.

Urs was low to the ground, ears perked and eyes staring at figures a good distance away.  His nose had lead him to a settlement.  From here Urs could not guess the size of the group of buildings, but he knew that humanoids would dwell within.  Most humans didn't like wild animals coming in their settlements, and seeing as Urs seemed so beastly he doubted he'd be received well.  He needed water though, and doubted that he'd find any source for miles other than with these humans.  The monster growled low as instinct drove him to move ever closer to water.  He had to survive... water was a necessity.  He'd be risking his neck to get some, but no matter what he'd be in trouble.  Die from dehydration or death from a mad mob?  The mob had it, at least there was a slim chance of not getting killed by a group of people. 

Urs continued his march, his movements having slowly grown more sluggish from lack of water.  He could go a while without any hydration, but it had already been quite some time since a nice long drink.  Hopefully he wouldn't be attacked the second he got close...  he hadn't tried entering a city for a long time so he didn't know if people were still as frightened of his appearances as they usually were.  He could only try and find out...

Anime is kinda already like that...  *cough cough* Team rocket is never recognized in their many horrible disguises *cough cough*

But on subject I think that Kyurem is just molding it's shape to reflect the appearance of the two legendary dragons.  Its powers aren't really explained in game if I'm right, and I haven't seen it in any movies, so I'm pretty sure he can do some crazy things that haven't been revealed yet. Either that or Kyurem molds to the shape of the counter for the color of the game to where there is always a balance in Yin and Yang.  The possibilities are endless, and right now we're left to let our minds wonder of what the game holds in store for us all.

Also... I like the forms.  They look pretty cool in my opinion.  They have this look of corruption about them that just appeals to me.

Communication is a vital part of any work force, and game.  I'd hate to play the game and not be able to say "ty" to the person who just saved me from a wild Gyrados attack.  Or for that matter I would hate to be unable to tell my rival "great battle" after a climatic struggle from both our teams.  The ability to communicate is far under-appreciated, but a necessity in anything that will have people interacting with each other.  Having a precise chat system is a high priority in my eyes, otherwise we'd be like the men at the Tower of Babel.

I hope I am not out of line in saying all this, I apologize ahead of time if that is the case.

Urs had stopped moving after the scent when he felt he was close enough.  It was getting stronger even while he was standing still, so he knew it was coming to him.  The large bear got down low and waited, eyes and ears on a sharp watch for the sign of his prey.  It took a moment but he identified his mark as a growing gleam from the distance.  It was moving rather fast, but not fast enough.  The bear-man just laid in wait as his target got ever closer, and he was able to make out what exactly his prey was this time.

A large floating machine was trekking along the wastes of the land with it's burden of food.  Four men were on this machine as well, of course they were guards or something.  All Urs cared to notice about them with the little time he had to analyze was that they were armed.  This didn't frighten the bear at all, they depended on machines for their survival.  Urs was a body of pure unadulterated talent and power.  His weapons would crush any of these humans that dared to defend the load. 

The floating machine zoomed by at a running speed, to which Urs had charged off after.  Given how he was lying in wait for this exact moment he put on a burst of speed and made the leap.  The large mound of muscle and fur landed on the device, which gave a huge wobble from the sudden addition of weight.  The men were taken by surprise, and the shaking had even worsened their shock at the ambush.  This gave Urs all the time he needed.  With a swing of one of those arms he slapped a man off the side of the vehicle which lowered the numbers of the men.   With the initial shock gone the remaining two guards were quick to draw their weapons.  One had a nasty looking dagger while the other a gun.  Urs made a charge for the nearest one, which happened to be gun boy.  As a loud bang sounded Urs slammed into the male.  He was pressed into the large container and the gun sent rattling out of his hands.  That was a second man disarmed, but Urs had taken a bullet to his side.  Urs could feel the foreign metal within him, but there was no pain from the intrusion.

The third man came charging in with a yell, bringing his dagger down with as much force he could muster.   Urs was wise to pull away, the metal had sliced clean through small amount of flesh it could touch.  Was the blade lead?  It must be, to have dealt so much damage.  The bear instinctively backed away from this mighty threat, eying that dagger and the man wielding it to look for an opening.  This man whore himself rather well, against another human an opening in his stance would have been difficult to spot.  But Urs wasn't fully human, and as such he didn't have as much worry.  He recklessly charged in only to find the man duck out of harm's way.  A portion of the container had opened up, a door, which Urs stumbled in seeing as he had too much momentum behind the lunge.  He crashed into a pile of crates with the smell of food all around him.  The container was dark other than the little light coming from the door that had been opened.  But as Urs got up and went to charge through the opening and escape the door shut.  He rammed right into the door which was made well enough to take the force. 

It took a moment for what just happened to register, but once it did Urs was not at all pleased.  He had been trapped, he was a caged animal in this container.  He let out an infuriated roar and then slammed into the wall again, having no light to be able to see what he was hitting.  He pulled back and charged again, slashing at the metal which only hurt his claws.  After a few more rams into the wall did Urs stop, having worn himself ragged with the attempt at escape.  He ears perked as he then realized exactly where he was sealed.  He was with all the food.  The hungry bear-man was famished, and here he was surrounded by food.  With an almost childish manner he tore into a nearby box, sniffing around and biting at the contents to test what it was before digging in.   Urs had no clue what would happen to him, but at least he had food.  His goal was met, he would survive for a while longer.