Welcome to the GuildPortal of the Elder Brethren

A horde guild on Aszune EU. The Elder Brethren is a friendly guild aimed at real-life adult or adult-minded players, where you can make friends and have a laugh while playing World of Warcraft. We currently aim to do 10 man raids, among normal and heroic 5 mans.

If you are a member of EB then please create an ID on GuildPortal (New User) and once created click Join Group on this page. Our site admins will then grant you access to the forums and calendar.

Since several people had their first Malygos kill last night...

(To the tune of Tommy Gun, by The Clash)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mh0orhvcxBY

Maly's gone - couldn't be happy till you were done
Maly's gone - we went to smash your place up, just for fun
Maybe you had to die, for the money
Maybe we want to kill, 'cos it's funny
Whatever we want, we're gonna get it!

Maly's gone - you just weren't ready for a Brethren run
Maly's gone - waiting in the EoE till we had come
And we know you started it, Wyrmrest told us the news
When you took on Dalaran, lighting the fuse
Whatever we want, we're gonna get it!

Maly's gone - now you are dead, Nexus War is won
Maly's gone - we couldn't let you wipe out everyone
We knew it was kill, or be killed
The Brethren destiny had got to be fulfilled
Whatever we want, we're gonna get it!

Maly's gone - you used to be a hero in a league of one
Maly's gone - but you went crazy, so now you're done
We took the Heart of Magic, that was always yours
When we gave our support to the Dragonflight cause
Whatever we want, we're gonna get it!

Okay, Krasus agreed about the prize
And made it one epic neck piece, to risk our lives

Wyrms and drakes and dragons, they were your game
Kings and queens and generals, now they know our name
We saved all the innocents, the mortal sacrifice
And your death was so cheap, next to that price!

Haxman: Good evening. Saviours of Azeroth, or dangerous vandals? We take a look at the actions of the Elder Brethren, a guild that is busy destroying irreplaceable Titan-forged creations. Here in the studio is Trollope, who took part in their most recent trip into Ulduar.
Trollope: Hey mon.
Haxman: I understand that last night the Brethren destroyed Kologarn and Auriaya, two priceless relics of the ancient Titan age, in an irresponsible wrecking spree.
Trollope: Ah, thanks mon. We do our best.
Haxman: Yeees. Critics of your work say that deep within Ulduar lies Yogg-Saron, the beast with a thousands maws, fiend of a Thousand Faces, the Death God. By invading his prison, you could doom us all to oblivion.
Trollope: Hehe, we not know till we try, ya? Plus dey all da same - death gods an demon kings an all dat kind of stuff - jus bosh dem till dey dead. Den stop. Dat Wuss-Saruss think he tough jus cos he an immortal avatar of death? Hah! Leave it to da Brethren boys, we show him.
Haxman: Mr Trollope, yesterday evening wasn't the first time your actions have attracted criticism. Just a few weeks ago, you were seen taking an orphan child into no less than four battlegrounds. What do you say to that?
Trollope: Hey, dat chile learn de big life lessons. Was thanks to me dat de Horde snatch victory from da jaws of defeat in Alterac Valley.
Haxman: Really? I thought you aggroed the enemy boss by accident while blundering around looking for Traepas, then the raid killed the boss while rescuing you.
Trollope: ... To tell da truth, me sometimes wonder bout me own self, mon. Is like every ting I do, I is bein control by someone... or some ting... from outside all o Azeroth. Da Brethren raid on Ulduar last night - mebbe we all under da control of dese tings. Mebbe all de wars and de fightin be just a game to dem. Dis a scary thought, ya?
Haxman: Which brings me to my last question: does the trolls' Rastafarian-style culture embrace drug use?
Trollope: Me lawyers, dey advise me to make no comment, mon.

A great evil has been released, free from it's imprisonment. Divided by disagreement and victim to unruly elements, the Horde and Alliance have ignored the threat Yogg-Saron poses to Azeroth.

Not the Elder Brethren. United by a desire for peace, new experiences and phat loots, two brave expeditions were made into Ulduar in parallel. The mighty Flame Leviathan tried to squash our heroes, but failed and was reduced to rubble. The great drake Razorscale attempted to burn the brave adventurers, but the guards who should have assisted her were too drunk to heed her call, and thus the Elder Brethren were again victorious.

Notice is hereby served on XT-002!