Clan: The Children of Flowers

The Children of Flowers are a commune of pacifists who stand against any killing. Anyone from level 5 may join the clan regardless of alignment, religion, race or class, but once you step into the ranks of the Children of Flowers, there will be no turning back.

• The Children of Flowers have no clan skills, but they do have a territory.
• You will not be able to take part in combat against other players, directly or indirectly.
• You can leave the clan only by deletion, remort or by joining another clan.
• Limits will fall apart on you within 5-6 hours.
• You cannot be thrown out of the clan, but if your conduct does not match the clan's idea, your character will be deleted by the Gods.
• The Children of Flowers is not a clan for safe levelling. In case of remort you WILL NOT RECEIVE the usual bonuses for the life you lived, and on top of that, with remort all your quest points and bank money are ZEROED OUT.

Think very hard about what aims you are pursuing before you join.

THE LEGEND OF THE CHILDREN OF FLOWERS dedicated to the murdered pacifists

The iron age of long knives and clan feuds began almost with the making of the world, and it has dragged on ever since. The ideas were fine, the brawls too. Then the heroes would gather round one table and either spit in each other's faces or, as a poet once justly remarked, tell who killed whom and how. It was merry. But not for everyone.

From time to time some feeble but extremely peaceably-minded man or wo-man would step out onto the public channel and preach ideas of good. For which he would be accidentally trampled by a giant running past, who was gleefully kicking a dwarf up the backside. So the Movement began. The Movement's members knew nothing of the Movement itself, save that it gave them a buzz. It was a buzz to head out onto the road and wander the world, studying it, rejoicing in the fresh wind, the sun, the rain, that sweet arial there who oops... they've killed me again.

In time, though, the harsh life drew together the pacifists, the geeks, all those who would not stay surplus at life's feast, yet refused to make peace with cruelty and violence. Something constructive was needed. And so the few Children of Flowers still living gathered at a happening, chatted a little, then had a little smoke... and here is what came of it:

Each has his own way to go: To someone the way of the sword is dear -- to gut a foe in a fit of heat. But to the Children, the way of Love is dear.

Each has his own way to go: the mage lays cities low with a glance, the vampire bathes himself in blood, but to the Children, the way of the Earth is dear.

Wealth, glory, strength and flattery -- rubbish past all reckoning. A child has no need of it for free, it only stops one living bright.

With every living creature we are one, and the world is one. Listen close: and you will be able to speak with it.

Clan ranks

• 0: hippie
• 1: enlightened
• 2: enlightened