Introduction


You have entered into Rhydin's City of the Damned, and excuse the cliche ` but "Its were Evil is so Good." My name is Mhoried Deismaar, and I am the high lord (GC) of Rhydin's City of the Damned, I founded this guild on September 29th 1999 In hopes that it would go on long after my time in Rhydin is through. If you would like to find out more about me you will find a link at the bottom of the page that will take you to my Personal Page.

The City's History


A large town by the name of Snuggle Dale, where the inhabitants worship Rabbits, and kindness is a Law. Though they know not what fate awaits them in the very near future.
A mist begins to come down out of the mountains blocking out the always sunny hills of Snuggle Dale. Within the Mist lies Mhoried Deismaar and a small band of Undead warriors. They begin marching through the city like a great plague, slaughtering every rabbit and human that is unfortunate enough to get in there way. After making sure that all of the adults in the city are vanquished they snag all of the children of the city and lock them in the town hall, burning it to the ground.
Even after all this time the screams of the children can still be heard echoing throughout the city, and there tiny specters roam the alleys in an eternity of sadness; A fitting fate for the little do-gooders.
After destroying the city, Mhoried and his deciples started the remodeling of the city, making it a fit place for undead and other villainous creature. Once finished he sent out an invitation to all who repulse kindness and to those who lack in decent manners. The Climate of the City alwayse foggy a perfect setting for those who hate sunlight, and its bright rays of warmth. All of the Buildings were constructed from the flesh of those slain in the comming of the Myst, and Lord Mhoried's throne was constructed from the bones of the many who were slaughtered. In the center of the city is a well, that keeps the blood of the previous inhabitants set for the Ghouls, Vampires, and other creatures who crave the taste of Mortal Blood. After a few years of the city sitting in darkness the hills turned to stone and all of the surrounding fields turned to Swampland with various deadly creatures roaming around them. All through out the Swamp are polls with the impaled body's of aroggant heros who came to try and overrun the city, they now stand as a warning to all who threaten The City of the Damned.


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