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  1. The charter was finally received from his Majesty's council, the Praetorian will begin looking for new members with haste. This king needs a worthy guard, after what had happened to his father, and the dangerous now facing the Alliance, we must do all that we can to assure our people that the King is safe. I must say my faith in the Alliance, after the death of his father, King Varian Wrynn, Highlord Fordragon, and the subsequent weaknesses exhibited by the Silver Hand after the assault on Light's Hope by the Ebon Blade, in concurrence with the Legion invasion, had shaken my faith to its core. I used to express only absolute faith in the Light to cope with what was happening around me... and exude confidence to those who followed my lead, and in the end it took me to a place I never wanted to go. That doesn't mean that I do not believe in the Light, or have any less drive to achieve its goals, but I think I had so much self doubt after all that had happened that I forced myself outwardly to act a certain way... so that nobody else could see the doubts that I was in fact facing. I am not sure I even make sense now... but I just know I need to return to the teachings of the Light. It's true teachings, that which I was fortunate enough to learn from some of the greatest Knight's of the Silver Hand. When I was younger, I lost my family as many who are from Lordearon did, and was beset by conflict. A mere squire in the Silver Hand, necessity forced my martial training to accelerate, and I was fortunate enough to end up under the command of the Grand Crusader, before the events of Stratholme that saw his unfortunate demise... the fervor the original Scarlet Crusade fought for is what I remember, and I remember it through a prism that I am certain is lost upon many and that many do not understand. They know only what it became, the bastardized version of it that the Legion created. But before that, it was my only symbol of hope... my only true crutch, it kept me upright in so many ways. Oh certainly the Light was there, but I was young and the teachings of wiser men then me, now dead, seemed of little consequence... the Light was always there, but the Crusade was -MY- hope at the time. That is what I truly was unable to convey when I sought to revive the banner. A long forgotten hope, that during desperate times, gave me the personal strength to carry on. When I combined that with the faith that came later in life... after seeing the Naaru in Shattrath, the perseverance of Highlord Fordring against the Lich King... I tried to meld them into what I thought the Crusade could become, and I thought that I could overcome its perception, that righteousness could win the day. However, as I got more and more desperate, as the times grew more and more perilous, the evil that I sought to combat, and the image I sought to repair... overcame me. This was my weakness and my failure. The Light and its true teachings are what I need to lean on, and not some glorious image of what was, or what could be. I need to follow MY path and Light willing, I shall work to correct the errors I have made.
  2. *considering the question of the Goblin reporter, the Paladin maintains his composure but his eyes narrow a bit* "You know, for years I had fought against the Grim, even this particular elf...", he took a deep breath, shaking his head a bit, "and I had always considered them misguided, short sighted, perhaps foolish... many things, and knew their goals were the eradication of the Alliance. I understood that... and have bled many times to help prevent them from achieving this goal, their mandate." Looking down at the ground for a moment, gritting his teeth, "I always had a modicum of respect for them however as a worthy fighting force... even perhaps with members who had some honor fighting alongside the deranged, because in their eyes perhaps the ends justified the means, no longer. The actions that took place at the Stormwind Orphanage by this blight on the landscape has drained all possible respect that any could possess for this organization and its members. Killing an innocent matron who looked after children, and had it not been for the grace of the Light, the children themselves... there is nothing more that needs to be said. Light have mercy on him." Dismisses the Goblin with a wave of his hand and heads toward the entrance to Stormwind Keep.
  3. Assisting in the purification of Sigryn was a great honor and I do believe the Light will triumph over all this evil. It was also necessary for me to show that my personal mission against the Mage would not take precedent over my duty to the Alliance and to Azeroth. It was a challenge, and quite taxing, but worthwhile to purify a being who has been possessed by the fel, and turn her back to the Light, however, it shows that there is hope... perhaps this lesson was one that I needed now more than ever. I must look at myself, some introspection here is certainly required... perhaps I was too harsh with Trysteza... perhaps there was hope for her, for any who have fallen from grace, to be returned to it. Perhaps even the Blood Elf can be purified of corruption... the Light wills it, we shall see. For now I must take some time to recover my strength, and return to Stormwind to assist in the formation of the group we have begun... some paperwork and personnel decisions will be a welcome reprieve... for a moment.
  4. Light give me strength. A great servant of the Alliance was laid to rest today. Light lead her home. One of the Matrons of the Stormwind Orphanage was slain by a foe that I know all to well, and I presided over a service for her. Such a senseless killing... but The Grim are notable for that, their total disregard for the lives of innocents. They are at the very least, consistent. I cannot personally fathom the reason for taking the life of someone who has dedicated their live to helping the less fortunate. A kind soul who cares for the children who have already lost so much. There must be retribution for this atrocity... this mage cannot escape justice this time, not for this.
  5. I was mistaken... and while I truly do wish redemption for my former brothers in arms, the reaction and wave that it received was not only unintentional, but unwelcome and really did not get at the heart of what I was trying to accomplish. It was necessary to disband the Crimson Legion... I wanted to create an organization that truly followed the tenants of the Light, and that sent a message to its enemies and struck fear within those who supported the chaos that its enemies bring. In doing so, it spun out of control... and I regret some of the direction that we took. My goal was to lead a symbol that the Legion corrupted down its throat, while following the TRUE tenants of the Light and dealing with the treacherous Banshee Queen... In doing so I may have gotten so caught up with our cause, that I forgot some of the teachings that are instrumental in following the Light. Although I do not regret the execution of Lady Trysteza, her part in the assault on Light's Hope, and the end goal of the Ebon Blade needed a reprisal... however, it was shortsighted of me to lump all of the former servants of the Lich King into the same mold expel them all from the Legion. It is necessary to allow for redemption of those that truly seek it... no matter their current state. It would seem that this for a time, was lost on me. Justice is important, but we must also strive to make sure the justice we seek is not based on retribution or emotion, that it is based on righteousness and balance. When I look back and consider my actions, I understand them, but I am ashamed of the fact that I lost hope... that I thought only a radical adherence to the Light would save us. The King had fallen, the Highlord... how many times must I see such things? I have now seen the fall of two great Kings... more great Paladins then I can count... and to think that by creating a divide I could stop it, the naiveté is stunning. Hope, however, can be rekindled, and I believe the boy that would be King has now the heart to lead us. His recent show of faith and leadership is the most encouraging thing that I have seen since the most invasion of the Burning Legion, and I will follow his banner and leadership with the same fervor that I did his father. I will do ALL that I can to ensure no other king of the Alliance falls, this I promise and I will dedicate myself to it with the entirety of my being. I once ran an organization, for a time... that was dedicated to protecting the Alliance. It was ages ago, or so it seems... I must reinstate that commission... that order is needed now more than ever. The High King will have the protection of a Praetorian once again, and Light willing, we will ensure that no harm comes to another leader of the Alliance. There must be NO MORE Terenes Menethil II's or Varian Wrynn's, no more deaths of our great leaders. There is something however that I must first deal with... there was apparently a rumor that while I was in Stormwind, I had fallen by the hand of a Blood Knight. These rumors are obviously exaggerated, and apparently the belongings that I left in Light's Hope when I renounced that Order were pillaged and shown as proof of my demise and some tall tales in regards to my defeat were told amongst the most deplorable within the Horde, I shall deal with this personal matter only briefly, I must not let it cloud my duty, but it also must be dealt with. Tiandron Bloodstrider... justice shall be met. Before I undertake such a task I must also repent and make amends with the Highlord of the Silver Hand. While I will be dedicated to the protection of the King, I need to make that right... I do not need to be reinstated within that Order, but I would certainly seek a common ground so that we can work together. Finally, the Horde... this is my most intriguing dilemma. Certainly we will do what we can to protect the King, but though my travels and battles I have found many of the Horde to be quite honorable... not all are as vile as the Forsaken and their kin... and while it baffles me that the Banshee Queen can lead, desperate times... I doubt she will sit long on the throne... as long as she does however, we will continue to approach with caution and resolve. Their are certainly some old foes that are beyond redemption, but a frivolous or reckless stance against the entire Horde for the actions of small radical organizations is foolish, and while it drove me to the edge of madness before, I must never allow myself such a rush to judgment. May I always remember that any experience, good or bad, is always worth it, so long as you learn something from it. I have to atone for some of my actions, but I will not let that deter me from my duty to the Light and to the Alliance.
  6. Well we are actually organizing "sermons" that I am beginning to write and intend to invite any alliance who want to attend and maybe hear a little radical / zealous Pro - Alliance propaganda. :-) ... The first will be held at Tyr's Hand, the second will be in the Cathedral of Light in Gilneas... followed by some good old fashioned purification of some Undead Targets :-) of course this is a Horde heavy server so that prob doesn't appeal to THAT many people on the TnG. We were also thinking of hosting a PvP type of tourney, similar to how Dusk Watch used to run the ARMS tourney... but again, our RP being so anti Horde atm, precludes us extending any invites to the other side, altho perhaps a challenge or something can come of that! I am always open to ideas!
  7. Lawful Good- A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (34) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (26) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (24) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (29) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (21) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (19) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (17) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXX (9) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXXX (7) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Neutral - XXXXXXXX (8) Chaos --- XXXXXX (6) Good & Evil: Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Evil ---- X (1)
  8. **Written by Trysteza and Cavanaugh**
  9. Sitting at his desk he mulled over reports of the Death Knight, carefully looking into the deeds that the Ebon Blade had been involved in since the conflict at the Broken Islands had begun. His brow furrowed as he delved deeper and deeper into the report. 'Trollbane, Whitemane... an attempt to raise Tirion...' he thought, a disgusted look appeared on the Paladins face and the paper slowly crumpled a bit as his grip on it tightened, looking up at the squire at the entrance to his office he uttered just a few words, "Trysteza... -now-" The squire quickly absconded, making haste to summon the Death Knight, Lady Trysteza. He wasn't sure what it was for but he knew she was down in the basement of the same building, in her laboratory, like she always was. She spent hours there, locking herself away for long periods of time, none were allowed there... and none bothered to question what occurred in the dimly lit chamber. although whenever the door was opened the smell of death and decay permeated the air. --- Cavanaugh paced back and forth, looking for guidance... awaiting her arrival, his thoughts swirled around the reports. Knowing full well what the Ebon Blade was involved in was a travesty against everything that he stood for, everything that he railed against when he gave his speeches, when he was whipping his soldiers into a frenzy, while he was reviling the Banshee Queen... this behavior was at least as dastardly, and perhaps... worse. The Lich King, far had he fallen, how much influence did he have over the Blade? For Darione himself to attempt to penetrate Light's Hope... in an attempt to raise the former Highlord... the Light itself rose against the Ebon Blade... the Light made itself known... this could not be tolerated. Yet... part of the Paladin's thoughts were almost leaning towards... satisfaction. The Silver Hand had fallen so far from its roots. Polluting itself with the mongrels who had not -earned- the and privilege to be called a Paladin, a soldier and warrior of the Light... there was a certain training and mindset one should have to go through to become a Paladin, and the Blood Knights and Sun Druids... did not deserve to fly the same banner as those who had dedicated their entire lives to the service, teachings, and martial combat that was required to -truly- be a Paladin of the Holy Light... heretics. For all their proclamations of how it would make the Silver Hand "stronger" ... what had it gotten them... the Ebon Blade were simply able to walk into the depths of their stronghold...and had the Light itself not intervened... Tirion Fordring would be raised into undeath, and serve the new Lich King. That's what he was now... the Lich King. He must exert some influence if he can drive some of the worlds greatest and most powerful Death Knights towards that path. "Vile... creatures..." he said quietly to himself, his mind made up. "Light show them mercy..." -- The squire stood at the top of the steps leading down into the basement. He fidgeted nervously, wringing his hands together. His heart felt like it had lept into his throat, a sick feeling in his stomach as he prepared to descend into the Lady Trysteza's dungeon. The smell of blood and death wafted up at him, he steadied himself and made his way down the stairs. Trysteza stood over a large metal table, her back to the door. In her hand she held what looked like a very large saw. The squire clapped a hand over his mouth quickly when he saw what she was doing. He could not tell what sex or species had once had the misfortune of crossing her path but now whatever it was lay in numerous pieces. She hummed to herself as she sawed the body into small chunks. "Don't just stand there gawking, what do you want? Who told you to come down here?", she barked at him without turning around. The squire cleared his throat and replied in a small voice, "Sir Cavanaugh wishes to see you. Immediately." Trysteza stopped sawing abruptly and turned to him. He thought he saw a nervous, fearful flicker in her eyes. "Tell him I shall be up shortly." The squire bowed quickly, eager to be out of the horrid basement, "Yes, M'Lady". He turned and ran. Trysteza sat and wiped her hands slowly. Her thoughts raced and she struggled to remain calm. She had sensed something different in his attitude toward her lately. She had only herself to blame. The years of malicious whispering had finally succeeded in turning the righteous paladin nearly fanatical. She had not anticipated this turn of events, this change of character. She feared her long time comrade was turning against her, unable to see past the taint of her undeath any longer. All his talk of purging and purifying. She thought she was safe, surely she was an exception, she who had stood by his side for so long, who had followed him to the ends of Azeroth and back. She had fought by his side too many times to count, had risked her life again and again for him. Willingly and without question. In spite of all that had happened to her, she had always felt a deep love and respect for this man. No matter their differences she had always felt the same love and respect reciprocated back. Now she was no longer sure. She had tried to push these feelings away but could no longer ignore them. She knew he meant to take action against her. What action she wondered? She hoped perhaps he would just exile her, remove her from the Crimson Legion and turn his back on her forever. She knew that was a foolish thought. He would end her, once and for all. As she made her way up to his office, she wondered if letting him do so would really be so bad. -- The door of study swung open and the Death Knight appeared, Lady Trysteza bowed her head to Sir Cavanaugh, not knowing why she was summoned, but not questioning it either. She stood at the back of the room, noticing the Paladins back was to her, looking over some paperwork. His eyes fixated on the tabard of the Ebon Blade that was across her chest... The squire followed her into the room, usually he would document anything that occurred, or would fetch whatever was needed if they required reports or any other material as they met... not this time. "Lad... you are dismissed... close the door on your way out." Cavanaugh said softly, and the squire simply bowed his head, backing out of the room and the heavy wooden and metal door shut and secured with a muffled click, the paladins blade, leaning on the wall near the door vibrated. "Sit... Lady Trysteza..." Cavanaugh said, turning to face her, a serious look on his face as he watched her movement, she moved to the chair without question. Sitting down she cleaned and picked at her nails, some remnants of her "work" remained under it, looking them curiously as she picked each one carefully and deliberately. "You summoned me, M'lord?" she asked, knowing the answer, but also knowing his penchant for formality... she always found it amusing, how formal he was, how guarded, despite how close they had become over the last decade... only seeing him truly let his guard down a few times to her. The Knight paced around and then put his finger on the parchment on the desk before her, regarding her own report on the events that had occurred within the Ebon Blade, which she had played no small part aiding the new Death Lord. "This... is an abomination..."he said coldly, a serious tone in his voice that she recognized. "This Lich King seems to be perhaps as vile as the first... and yet the Ebon Blade works with him so closely... so intimately... it almost makes one wonder what level of control he truly has over you and your kin..." he quipped, noticing her reaction, which quickly became angry at the insinuation...he was circling the table... now standing behind her... "Control?! How -dare- you even suggest that... you of all people should know where my loyalties lie!" she slammed her gauntlet on the table and looked behind , attempting to rise and meet him eye to eye... he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed back into the chair... "Sit and be SILENT!" he snarled at her...hardly listening to what she had even said. His reaction caught her a bit off guard, she had seen the Paladin take a more aggressive tone lately, and certainly his tolerance for disobedience was shrinking, but he always had listened to her... he had always put value in what she had said... that seemed to be missing... "You are a member of the Crimson Legion... and have been... a close friend and confidant for many years... I have fought beside you in countless battles since your liberation from the Lich Kings grasp." He began, sitting in the chair across from her, his eyes staring into hers, never leaving them, an almost piercing stare..."These reports are... troubling, do you agree?" She nodded in agreement, looking over her own report quickly, "I do...the Ebon Blade may have made several tactical mistakes... and certainly may have... "offended" the Alliance with some of their decisions... although I do find it amusing at how deep within the crypt of the Silver Hand that we were able to get..." she smirked, satisfied with herself, almost chucking as she recalled the expedition. "Indeed" he responded, rising again and beginning to walk around the room... "The arrogance of the new Highlord of the Silver Hand is certainly noteworthy. I found that to be disappointing but... expected. That organization is hardly worthy of the name that it bears," he continued to move, pausing behind her... "And so is yours..." with an almost unnatural speed, his eyes suddenly ablaze with light, the Paladin grabbed a tuft of her hair, pulling her head back with one hand, looking her in the eye as his other reached to his blade standing against the wall, and with a mighty thrust, he drove it through not only the back of the chair, the Dawnbringer pierced her armor with a zealous force, emerging through the middle of her chest, impaling the Death Knight through the mid section... a searing pain shot through her, she coughed and a dribble of black blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth, and then a larger spat of it shot onto the desk... she looked at him, feeling the darkness approaching... creeping slowly to her... "W-why? M'lord," normally Trysteza would fight, she could feel she had -some- strength to reach to her blade, even now... as her undeath slowly drained away... but she could not bring herself, even now, to raise a hand to the Paladin. Feeling herself choking... finding it more difficult to breath with each passing second... time stood still and a haze began to set in. "It is my duty... I release you. May the Light have mercy on your soul, for I will not" his eyes glowing brightly, still looking down into hers, watching intently, and then turning his wrist, twisting and moving the blade, a loud crack of bone and armor echoed through the chamber, as he did leaning down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Find the peace in death, that was taken from you in life... the curse of undeath is no longer upon you, M'lady," he said softly as her lifeforce drained away quickly. Trysteza reached back and grabbed his hair, holding his head close to hers with all her remaining strength, an unnatural hold, their eyes still locked, although hers fluttered a bit..."T-thank... you..." she spat out, softly, as her lest breath escaped... her grip suddenly releasing his head and her hand fell lifeless to her side, her glowing blue eyes finally going out. The Paladin slowly stood up, looking over her, he put his foot to the back of the chair and pushed it forward, removing his blade from her body, as it slumped onto the desk. Reaching to Trysteza, he pulled her lifeless body back towards him, placed the blade on her neck, keeping the Death Knight's body steady, swiftly slicing at her throat, her body fell out of the chair... lifeless, her head in his hands. "Squire!" the Paladin bellowed, the young man came in and gasped at the scene, the second in command of the Crimson Legion lay dead, her head removed and in the hand of Sir Cavanaugh. who placed it into a box, he was quietly saying a prayer as he did. "Send this to the Ebon Blade... and advise them that the Crimson Legion will punish them for their crimes against the Light... and the Alliance. For their sins against Trollbane and Fordring, and their capitulation to the new Lich King..." and looking down at her corpse he saw a necklace that he had given her many years ago and took it, placing it on his desk, "And as for this... Burn it." The young man stood in shock for a moment, not responding... "DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID!?" he snapped at the squire. "Yes... M'lord... my apologies...." he responded, his voice shaking, as he took the box, nearly vomiting before leaving the room... Over the next few hours several squires of the new Grand Crusader of the Crimson Legion came in and out of his office, cleaning it... the package had been sent, a message certainly delivered... and quietly he finished some additional reports, staring down at the parchment before him, letting the squires tend to their tasks, as the last one left... all vestiges of the act removed the Paladin looked up... his eyes drawn to the pyre outside his window.... "Call a meeting of the officers of the Legion... we have much work to do..." he nodded and dismissed the young man, continuing with the task at hand.
  10. Tan parchment posters with a Scarlet L stamped on the top, perfectly centered appear in Goldshire, Lakeshire, Darkshire and Westfall. RETRIBUTION! FOR THE ALLIANCE! The Legion, Scourge, Forsaken and Horde have for too long sullied our lands and taken our innocents! Too many of our brothers and sisters have fallen! We call upon all who are willing and able to serve to help us take the fight to them! We understand our organization has a checkered history, with your help we seek to redeem not only our name, but the names of some of the greatest champions of the Alliance! Saiden Dathrohan, Alexandros Mograine and so many more heroes! Corrupted and led astray by agents of the Burning Legion, while losing none of the determination and drive that made the Scarlet Crusade one of the staunchest foes of not only the Scourge, but Forsaken as well! Join the Crimson Legion and let the Light see us through to ultimate victory! Come, help us cleanse Azeroth of these unnatural and vile threats to the Alliance! With the Light on our side, we cannot fail!

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