Eminence is a mature and dedicated guild with a well established end-game raiding reputation and roots that go back to the early days of World of Warcraft. We consistently provide some of the best raiding the server has to offer and a very stable and healthy social environment. The age range of our members spans from 16 to 40 and as such we are appropriately serious and childish in equal parts (and at the right times). Our member base spans across the whole of Europe but as long as you can understand and speak English you will be very welcome here, where ever you are from. We are very serious about our raiding and demand and enforce excellent performance during raids. Alongside this we always try to emphasize fun, fairness and respect.

Eminence provides to its members a well organized raiding structure, supported by a dedicated set of raid leaders and officers. Our official raid times are 19:30-23:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. We use a fixed DKP system with open bids on our raids. In case the raid is full, being on the waiting list and available for the raid also awards DKP and raid attendance. The guild also makes sure to support its most dedicated raiders via supplying free mats for enchants/pots/flasks/epic gems and necessary crafted gear.

Our success and future progress is dependent on a cooperative effort and requires active, respectful and honorable participation by all members. With this in mind, we do care to attract mature, active and skilled players but we care very much too about our members attitude and ability to work as a part of a friendly community.

WHAT WE ASK OF YOU

You must be a mature, friendly, skilled player who would like to be part of a respected and effective community.

You are loyal and want to work hard for the benefit of your guild.

You have a good attitude and a sense of humour. You should be able to wipe without complaining or losing focus, but instead trying to make the next attempt better.

You are able to attend our raids. In order to pass trial, 50% raid attendance is required (this means attending at least two raids per week on the average). Higher attendance is of course even better, as we rely on a good amount of our members achieving 75-100% attendance to make our raiding viable. It is set this low to allow a little short-term flexibility.

You know how your class works and are willing to learn new things. Some ability to theorycraft is encouraged. Wrath of the Lich King raid experience is a requirement.

You must have a steady, reliable internet connection.

Your gear should show dedication and insight. It should be suitable for your class and not missing any "easy" upgrades. Your gear should be ready for our current raiding level. Badge rewards, Arena gear and similar high level non-raid gear is an acceptable alternative if you are not fully raid geared. Your gear also needs to be properly enchanted and gemmed. Gear requirements can vary according to class and the current numbers.

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO BRING TO EMINENCE?

Please don't waste your time and ours, if you haven't even been to the current Lich King raid content.

Although gearing up is not an issue at the moment with content being so easy, understanding of raid instances and experience is vital.

Your gear should be enchanted and gemmed suited to your class role, we want you to be the best that you can be so that we can thrive as a group.

You must have excellent knowledge of your own class and other classes in a raid environment, if theorycrafting interests you then we would love to hear from you.

Great motivation is key, that means you need to bounce back after every wipe and every hard encounter ready for more!

Raiding is a team effort, if you can't work as part of a team then maybe this game isn't for you.

A sense of humour goes a long way, since we are a mature guild it's not for the fainthearted.

We use Ventrilo so having a MIC, and using it goes a long way and is a very important factor for consideration in an application.

Taking an active interest in tactics, bringing ideas and always being prepared for raids.

Note: No, we don't know everything better than you for your own class or character. But since we believe no one is perfect, we are looking for members who think the same and are always willing to become better.

If you can answer 'yes' to all these things, we can offer you a friendly, stable and enjoyable raiding platform to get those hard modes, achievements and fun.

OUR CURRENT RECRUITMENT NEEDS

In general, our current roster is nicely balanced but we are looking to increase its size by recruiting one from each section below.

We are currently recruiting members from every class.
Applications from unlisted classes will be considered if they sport a healthy gear set.

DON'T BOTHER APPLYING IF YOU...

Are 14 years old.

Like to stand in shiny purple void zones.

Have a dodgy connection, even if you say you can do 7000 dps it's irrelevant if you can't stay online.

Are not able to take constructive criticism and learn from it.

Are going to quit the game anytime soon!

HOW TO APPLY

We are accepting private applications through our website at http://www.eminenceguild.co.uk

Note: Remember, your application is probably the ONLY thing we know about you. Spend some time on it, answer the questions fully. Present to us a player who understands their class and has invested time into maximizing their contribution to the raid via theorycrafting, UI mods and investment in gear/gems/enchants. Show us you have a brain. Do this and you are very likely to get a Trial.

You can also contact an officer in-game for further information, or one of our many helpful members if you have a question that they might be able to answer.

Greetings fellow citizens of Khadgar, it has been a while since our last news post. I write here today to announce that Eminence has graciously accepted Tirion Fordring's invitation to take part in the Argent Tournament contest held in Icecrown. Having withstood the rigors of his challenges, this valiant crew proved once more that the Horde is indeed a force to be feared and respected. Fighting with honor and determination in the Argent Coliseum, Eminence crushed both the Lich King's ghouls and the Alliance champions, dealing a severe blow to Arthas plans of global domination. The following photo was leaked to the general public by an unknown employee of Ratchet's Imprimery & Art.



In other news, Blizzard announced today a nerf to chat bubbles, to be hotfixed in game immediately.

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The following article has been spreading server wide panic amongst the citizens of Khadgar since the announcement of Blizzard's next expansion "World of Warcraft: Catalcysm". We have managed to track down several individuals rumored to have inside information and pieced together this excerpt.

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Thrall shifted in his throne, his unease apparent to those near to him. The Warchief looked on as his Kork'ron Elite made their way out of Grommash Hold and to the city gates. He knew what they went for, or rather, who they went for. His thoughts went to their last meeting, and the events that meeting had led to, his emotions combating each other inside of him. One minute, swelling with pride that after all things, victory had been won in Icecrown. Victory that was only possible through the power of the Horde, his Horde. But that victory demanded so heavy a price be paid to secure the peace that comes with it. Orc, Tauren, Troll, Elf, all with so many differences in life, but in death, so much more in common, all had made the ultimate sacrifice, all had fought for the glory of the Horde, and fought well.

And Thrall still felt the weight of each of their deaths, as if it was his own. Worse yet, he feared the peace that comes with victory was to be more short lived than he ever imagined.

"My lord?", Eitrigg's voice snapped Thrall's attention back to the present. "They will return within moments, and while I know you and the human are friends, must we continue to treat with her, with them, here? In our own city? I cannot imagine th---"

Thrall's hand shot up, silencing Eitrigg immediately. "It is no matter, they are here."

Thrall stood up and watched the double column of Kork'ron enter the hold, parting to each side as they did until nobody stood between him, and her. "Lady Proudmoore, it is a great honor to meet with you again, and so soon since you were last here."

Jaina, already dwarfed by the towering orc, bowed deeply before him. "The honor, once again great Warchief, is mine." She straightened herself and stood before him, her long blue and ivory robe flowing behind her, looking like a jewel in the sea of dust and dirt that was Orgrimmar. "It is truly a privilege to be here again with you, I only wish it could have been during better days than the ones which approach us." She looked up and met his gaze, "I know you, and I know you know that of which I speak."

Thrall took her hand and led her to a seat on the dais of his throne. It would be seen as a gesture of respect, but he knew inside it was more for his own benefit than for hers. He himself wanted to be seated when he heard the news he feared. "I know some of what you speak, my shamans have warned me and I have felt it myself. Though, what I can do about it, of that I am still in the dark."

"Then I am sure you know that the Destroyer himself seeks to return to Azeroth, and that return grows nearer by the hour. Should we find ourselves unprepared, it will be the end of us, end of your Horde, our Alliance, all will be lost." Jaina stood and walked over to Thrall, "I am here because a new Guardian must be appointed, we need you."

Thrall's laughter echoed through the room, "I am no mage Jaina, you know this."

"No, you are not a mage. Guardians have always been mages, you are not what had been chosen in the past, but you are what is needed for the future."

Thrall's heart sank low in his chest. He knew his friend was speaking the truth, and he knew that he must go. Though, he did not want to. Who would he leave in charge of his Horde? Garrosh? His thirst for blood would undo everything Thrall had accomplished. Sylvanas? After the incident with the forsaken alchemist at the Wrathgate, nobody would trust her or her kind. Finally he answered Jaina. "Varian agrees with what you have said?"

"Varian will do what must be done, Thrall." Jaina replied.

"As will I. I have much to prepare here for my leaving, and little time to do it. My guard will escort you from the city, I will follow soon enough." The two leaders exchanged short bows and Jaina took her leave. Thrall slumped down in his throne and looked at his advisor, Eitrigg. "I know you do not understand what you have just seen and heard. Come, walk with me through the city and I will explain. Walk with me, as I fear we may not have this opportunity again."

It was late in the day and dark in the city when the two set out from Grommash Hold. They walked mostly in silence, through the Drag, then into the Valley of Strength, only then did Thrall finally speak. "I have long known a day like this would come, a day when I would leave the rule of the Horde to someone else. Though I admit I did not expect it to come like this. Nevertheless, that day has come. I have been preparing a successor in secret, I hope he is ready for what is to come."

Eitrigg stopped dead in his tracks, "A successor? You have one in mind my lord?" He had to nearly shout over the voices of the auctioneers nearby.

"Yes my friend, come, let me buy you a drink." The two hurried down the road and ducked into the doorway of the Inn, sitting at a table in the back. "For years I have known that if something were to happen to me, the Horde would need a new leader. That transition would need to go smoothly, lest it become nothing but a power struggle between various clan chieftains, that would risk fracturing everything we have built. So for the last four years I have had someone, here in the city. Someone who has lived here, someone who has watched all the happenings of the city, someone who knows the people, and knows the ideals for which we fight. To preserve the peace with the Alliance, I chose a Tauren. I have been secretly including him in all matters of state for a while now, and he has proven himself a most capable politician. For his own protection, I have asked him to remain discreet about his purpose here in Orgrimmar."

"Who is he? When can I meet this tauren who will be the future warchief?"

Thrall smiled, "My friend, we are here to meet him." Thrall motioned to the corner of the room, a corner where there kneeled a tauren clad in a dusty gray vest. As Eitrigg watched, a young blood elf portaled into the Inn, hit the Tauren over and over and then ran out into the street, laughing. Thrall helped his friend up and into a seat at his table. "The time I have been preparing you for has come. I must leave the defense of Orgrimmar and the future of our Horde up to you. These are the times when heroes are made and legends are born. These are the days that will shape the future of the world, these are days of Kings and Warchiefs, are you ready to do what is needed?"

The tauren stood straight, yanking on the bottom of his vest. "I am ready, my lord."

Thrall stood as well, raising his mug and his voice so all at the Inn could hear, "My brothers, today is a glorious day for us, a new beginning, today begins the rise of Gamon, Warchief of Orgrimmar! FOR THE HORDE!"

"FOR THE HORDE!" echoed the crowd as they raised their mugs, and their voices.

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Friends, Tauren, factionmates, lend me your pointy ears!

It is with a certain degree of sadness and fear that I bring you today's news report. Grosen, in a crazed act of selfishness, looted [Reins of the Twilight Drake].This is one fool who will surely be missed. Froji will see to that.

Deeper than ever before in the hostile territory of Ulduar, last of the survivors of many unsettling happenings like mysterious DCs, expired game time and never before seen lag, managed to find their way before Yogg-Saron, the Old God of death. Banished by the Titans, desperately lonely in this vast and ancient prison, he waits sleeping. Here, faded into the darkened atmosphere, and away from the mortal realm, this small band of adventurers unleashed vile magic and deadly swordplay in order to obliterate evil one last time. Shadows filled the room, weaving patterns of despair over a surreal landscape of life as we engaged the antagonist. Dark specters, wisps of gloom and frolic over the debris is all that remained after this battle for existence. Eminence was once again victorious.

We have come together wonderfully as a group and are looking forward to our journeys still to come.

Old God Yogg-Saron dead, not bad considering how little of 10 mans we do. Congratulations and good job to Bearear, Frankie, Immanitas, Adab, Androomeda, Angarot, Grovuk, Ambrusius, Niner and Twilex.

In the aftermath of Mimiron's untimely demise, piecing together all the clues that were carefully collected during our insurrection, a rag-tag group of raiders that occasionally can't dodge fire walls or void zones, ventured forth deeper than ever before into the pits of Ulduar. There, in the abysmal shattered hall, in the company of several guardians, the watchful faceless - General Vezax, lies. Sweeping his minions wave after wave, we soon found ourselves standing before him. Fearless as always, we dispatched a death squad of ninja monkeys lead by none other than Froji himself to stab the super-sized evil and sent him to the place where evil tentacle-faces go when they die (some experts believe it might be Norway). Believe it or not, this is one of the few fights where you're supposed to stand in shit, and some of our brave lads looked like they were enjoying it a bit too much. A wise man once said "so BL and nuke... gotcha!", unaware of the fact that the amount of bananas consumed during this outburst could plunge the realm's economy even deeper into recession. But Eminence doesn't care. Why? Sara is just around the corner...

Following the recent rumors and widely spread server whispers of strange things going on inside Ulduar, 25 of the bravest Eminence heroes decided to tempt faith once more and investigate the reports. Arriving at the scene, several heartbreaking attempts were needed to breach Mimiron's barrage of killer-bombs that were surrounding his complex, losing a few good men in the process. The steadfast watcher of steel and gadgets, also known as Mimiron, was surely planning a devious strategy to unleash his newest creations on the Azerothian population. With their minds set on one thing, to contain the ancient evil creeping up from the ground, Eminence applied several top-secret maneuvers in the attempt to redeem the little mechano-gnome and have him aid us on the battle against his tormentor. In the midnight hour, after listening to a bunch of terrible tactical strategies from a sleep-deprived and alcoholic raid leader and bashing our heads against a wildly flailing magic hurling robot, his two neurons finally connected and the idea struck him. Getting back in his chair and mumbling something on Vent, we systematically positioned ourselves around Mimiron and deployed the midget-brutal-choking-porn.exe VIRUS. His circuits were clearly outmatched by the virus as he soon started to overload. And to finish the job in style, we threw at him our secret weapon: The Voltron, Transformers, Robocop and Power Rangers jokes manual, flooding the bucket of bolts for good. In the end, Mimiron, last of the Watchers, was set free and all his apocalyptic creations were destroyed. The descent into madness begins...

Having freed one more Watcher, Eminence swiftly proceeded to follow yet another dark hallway, only to find Thorim, a titan presiding over an arena battle between various captives. It was pretty obvious from the second we set foot into the carnage that Yogg-Saron was leeching away the sanity of Thorim as well. Without a moments rest we charged in, disposing the battlefield of any interference and boldly provoking the frightening titan. It was quickly apparent that we were hopelessly outmatched but a few clashes of thunder and sparks of lightning later, we managed to coax Thorim down of his pedestal to fight us. He did not last long, i tell you that! For today, the valiant Eminence crew marched deeper into the madness, standing strong together. For good or ill has yet to be determined!

After Hodir, it was time for a walk in the forest for some fresh air and relaxation. And so we arrived in the Conservatory of Life. Here, in the lush, oasis like garden Freya dwells undisturbed, watching over her plants and minions with the help of three Elders. This ancient daughter of the Titans was patrolling the area, rolling her shoulders and looking around somewhat nervously. It was clear that she was uncomfortable with so much attention being placed on her. We were unimpressed by her attitude but before we could say anything, driven by the madness induced by Yogg-Saron, she attacked us. Simply because Eminence is not Eco-Friendly, we pulled out our customized greenhouse gas emitters and proved to be a thorn in her side, braking the powers that were bending her will.

The hunt continues. If not for the loot, then to just shut Sara up, because she's getting on our nerves. And the neighbors think I'm torturing a girl in my cellar...

I hate Mondays. Back to work, getting up early, tons of things left unsolved blah blah... Oh, wait! What am i saying!? This is not the place nor the time.

Chasing the cool breeze that followed the unfortunate demise of Auriaya, the crew of brave raiders were stuck in silent awe after finding Hodir under the influence of old Yoggy, imprisoning innocent adventurers. Absorbing all the motivation and inspiration they could find, this mere mortals ventured deeper into the frozen lair for yet another battle. In the end, his icy touch wasn't enough to stop the raging flame that is Eminence. Hodir fell like a sack of spuds; the troops and their new friends looted the ancient chest and, swallowed by night, left this dreadful place jubilating the triumph.

Kologarn kindly letting us pass once again, it was not long before Auriaya, a once noble defender of the Titans and her entourage of kitties stood before us. We gazed at her and sent our hunter in to present out greetings but she became crazy, unleashing her cats and raising her big hammer menacingly. Infuriated to say the least, our brave ally, the Cookie Monster, recently developed a taste for kitties. So he ate the kitties. And the lady. Which apparently didn't taste so good, as he was seriously unhappy with it. Morale of the story? God kills kittens, and so does Eminence.

P.S.: No real kittens were harmed during the fight. P.E.T.A. rest assured. Don't sue us. Please!

Venturing into Ulduar once again as the content that we know nothing about keeps calling us back, the brave adventurers of Eminence were lured by the hot furnaces and the scent of freshly melted iron only to discover a Giant and his army of golems. For a while then we were afraid that our beloved druids might catch a spark or two so we armed ourselves with fire extinguishers and TicTacs® (Only 2 calories!) and cooled the guy off. In the end he's pretty much a sack of loot with tasty hot pockets.

All this fighting and looting made us hungry and we decided it was time for a snack. Searching hallway after hallway, room after room, we finally managed to get ourselves a three-course meal: The Iron Council, a veritable Three's Company of dudes made of metal. Except Three's Company really had one dude in it regularly, and the other two were women. And none of the Iron Councilmen are Councilwomen. Clearly Iron society is not as progressive as ours.

Marching forward into the immense and mysterious Ulduar, fighting our way through mad dwarfs and stone keepers, Eminence stumbled upon Kologarn and his Monty Python quotes ("It's just a flesh wound!"). Drawing out our swords and enchanting magic once more, we chopped off the mans most trusty lover, The Right Hand, and then it wasn't long before he suffered a tad more than just a flesh wound. We walked all over him.

In an act of revenge for all toys picked up, played with, and tossed aside when broken the valiant Eminence raid members ventured forth to put XT-002 out of commission. The cries of XT-002 promised that she would change and be more careful, but these “toys” knew it to be a lie! Soon enough armies of bomb bots, pummellers, and scrap bots surged forth to aid XT-002. As each wave was quickly dispatched XT-002 lost her temper and blasted the raid with the force of a toddler’s temper tantrum. In then end neither bots nor bombs nor tantrums could save her.

Basking in our easy victory over Flame Leviathan we headed forth to Razorscale’s domain. With the assistance of an industrious dwarf army Eminence held back the waves of Dark Iron Dwarves and shot harpoons high in to the air toward Razorscale. Because harpoons do in fact hurt, Razorscale descended to the ground where the brave raiders could finish him off! We managed to compose ourselves enough to take this wonderful screenie. Grats everyone!