History

Sons of Ares

The Sons of Ares operate in a grey area. Currently we are not worried about faction reputation and play every game loop, whenever reputation has an effect in game and on organizations we will revisit it. The general vibe you will find is a dislike for Hurston and ArcCorp in Stanton. Leadership opportunities are available for players that deeply learn any game loop and are willing to help teach others. Members receive protection and any PvP training they want from Howlers but without the requirements and supporting casual play.

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What we do

Racing
Salvage
Mining
Trading
Medical Rescues
PvE Bounties, bunkers, and beacons
Casual PvP including piracy and player bounties
Join Howlers PU PvP shenanigans like Pico Police

Joining

To join you can apply here on the org page, join the discord and let a council member or role manager know.

Howlers

The Howler unit is structured as a different organization to make clear the requirements and onboarding process are very different.

Howlers are not casual players and have fun improving, helping others improve, and winning. We are a young PvP organization, and the dangerous new kids, so it is great if you are new to PvP. We are open to training anyone with the drive to get good. That said, to be a Howler you must have the time and desire to learn and put in the effort to reach and maintain a competitive level of play. There are also additional rules that you will see if accepted.

Check out the org page to learn more: The Howlers organization.

Manifesto

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The Reaping Song

Listen, listen
Remember the wane
Of son’s Fury and waving grain
We fell and fell
And danced along
To croon a knell
Of rights and wrongs

And
My son, my son
Remember the burn
When leaves with fire and seasons turned
We fell and fell
And sang a song
To weave a Cell
All autumn long

And
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper swing, the reaper swing
The reaper swing
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper sing
A tale of winter long

My girl, my girl
Remember the chill
When rains froze and snows did kill
We fell and fell
And danced along
Through icy hell
To their winter song

My love, my love
Remember the cries
When winter died for spring skies
They roared and roared
But we grabbed our seed
And sowed a song
Against their greed

My son, my son
Remember the chains
When gold ruled with iron reins
We roared and roared
And twisted and screamed
For ours, a vale
Of better dreams

And
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper swing, the reaper swing
The reaper swing
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper sing
A tale of winter done

Charter

OPERATIONAL POLICIES MISSING ETA: TBD

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