If I was to pick one of them, would they be the one I have to use for everything this club takes part in? If not, let me know, I am going to post my intro anyway.

Cordienne walked through the morning field, dew drops showering his legs with a pleasant, almost refreshing, feeling. He was not used to a feeling of such happiness, normally anything to 'splash' against his skin was the blood of another creature. If it was just a year prior to this moment this feeling of happiness would have disgusted him, but since he had met up with his brother, his life had changed a lot. He had acquired the feeling of compassion, and had been cured of the mental anguish that plagued his sanity.
He was unsure as to how and why he had found this place, but it was nice, it helped him feel relaxed.
A butterfly of assorted colours flew up to him and levetated peacefully in front of his face, which held an expression of love and inspiration.

"Cordienne!"

'WOAH!' he thought surprisedly, his expression soon turning to a confused one. '...Butterflies definately don't talk.'

"Cordienne!"

'AH, and definately not like my brother! Hang on a minute? Why the hell is this butterfly scaring me?

"Cordienne!"

UGH!

Cordienne sat up straight in the middle of a war torn battlefield.

"Christ, Cordienne, I thought you were done for!" screamed Waarne, his older brother. "Let's go! We're losing troops by the second!"

"Jesus, I was having a good dream..... I don't get those very often you know!"

"Get your ass in gear and cut the lip!"

"<inatimate mumbling>"

Cordienne and Waarne stand back to back in the center of the battlefield and break out into half sprints swiftly moving their weapons through the bodies of those who defy them. As Cordienne finally clears the area of any source of obvious danger he is hit from behind, by a large axe, and falls off of a cliff several stories high. As he looks up he sees his father standing there axe-in-hand. He hits bottom, HARD, knocking himself, once again, unconcious.

He opens his eyes to be greeted by a strange figure. He slowly stands and shakes hands with the being before him and he begins to talk of a group called The Masters.......

"Hey, hold on!" Cordienne angrily interrupts. "Am I dreaming again? Not cool."

Hope that was good enough. I didn't feel the need to include what the being who spoke of the Masters said because I wished to leave that open for my review. ("I have come to recruit you into a group of highly skilled warriors called the Masters." or "You really suck, go die." you know....)


BTW, Lhandria: Apocalypse can be found Here.

I forgot to mention that it is still a Discussion and recruitment thread, as anyone is yet to sign up . I have a feeling that the amount of reading involved frightens them. Anyway, check it out!