This month marks the anniversary in which the foundation of this charnel house of destruction was first laid. As of May 1st 2006 Idiot Savant has been sowing the seeds of dischord and chaos throughout these vast interwebs for two years. We have grown quite a bit from our very humble beginnings to the unrestrained amounts of testosterone fueled excellence that we exude today. Since creation we have sent forth an eldritch call which reverberated throughout all of cyberspace and resonated with those who desire to be apart of a guild that does things a little differently. Each and every member we add to our ranks shapes the ebb and flow of the multitude of social and gaming nuances that define this guild, and thus, are vitally important. For every month that has past, for every Savant we have inducted, for every milestone we have hit the foundation that we laid down so long ago in our infancy has continued to expand and grow into a profane edifice. Through a gargantuan display of dedication and fanaticism we have built ourselves a grim bastion of brutality and martial prowess whose herculean weight bears down full bore on a cornerstone of respecting few and fearing none.

Bad, but there is worse

Once an orphaned slave put to work within a dwarf mine close to Karak Eight Peaks border, far beneath where the eyes of any humane man could see, the name Ben stuck with this deserted human boy. He spent a childhood deep within the humid earth scavenging for the most elusive of metals, mythril. The most ingenious of all the human captives, Ben led the escape from the igneous mine, losing his only life-long human companian in the attempt. Blaiming himself for the death of his friend, Ben still scars himself to remind him of his mal-attempt at leadership, being the only one surviving the escape. Alone and cold on the ice-capped slopes of Altdorf, Ben convened with an orc party charged with the privilege of eliminating dwarf deserters of the Fortress at Karak Eight Peaks. Ben befriends a young, ambitious orc named Smash. Inspired by Smash's talks of commanding a Chaos Guild and their perpetual hatred of Dwarfs, Ben defects with Smash along with all those loyal to a Idiot Savant rule. Now, with the freedom to avenge his mistreated past, Ben, so named, vows to defeat any dwarf, as well as those races faithful to, in his travels.

grats, I suppose.

HELLLLLLLLL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

MOAR TITS!

John jerks off to the word "eldritch." This is proven by viking science.

Not my fault you had shitty standards for applications at the time.

The fact you linked your characters makes it less fail.

It's your fault for not going up and beyond the call of duty. Up and beyond, Dante. Up and beyond.

This is true.

My app was so... Placeholder, haha.

But, fucking awesome guys, 2 years!