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  1. *this blood stained book was found on the banks of the Thonordil river, no sign of the owner*
  2. 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!
  3. I am saddened by the recent news of the young woman's death. She was a predator stalking a powerful prey... and these isles have already claimed so many. Light bless you and lead you home Kat. Perhaps you will find, in death, the answers you sought in life. I have promised my aid, however it is needed, to those close with the young woman. Rest assured they will be brought to justice. I have also given orders to seek out members of the organization responsible. Enemies of the Light will get no leniency from its servants. Should they truly deserve mercy, the Light will assure that they have it in the afterlife. I do hope that her former organization begins to see the enemy for what it is, and the scope in which it operates. They are a large and powerful group and mobilizing them would be crucial to fight the Horde and all other enemies of Azeroth and the Light in whatever form they appear. Make no mistake, so long as that unnatural wretch is the leader of the Horde, the entire Horde is our enemy as much as any other force that threatens our homes. For those that do not believe it, I simply need to point to Hillsbrad and Southshore... disgusting reminders of her treachery, that gives legitimacy to her subjects when they seek to fulfill their most depraved desires for murder and conquest. "Peace through annihilation" is the known creed of one such organization... to which I say, peace through purification... the Light wills it. The purification of the Horde shall begin, forthwith.
  4. 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)
  5. The issue has been resolved. The sins of the Ebon Blade will not pollute the ranks of the Crimson Legion, and while there is a part of me that certainly did not want to see it come to this, the path was inevitable. We cannot abide the unnatural undead in any form within our ranks. It was only a matter of time before the Ebon Blade became an organization that was as vile as the Forsaken and their Banshee. It is not their fault as individuals of course... when you are in such an unnatural state driven by hate and vengeance, what other outcome could there be? While I of course over the years have developed a close relationship with Lady Trysteza, I was derelict in my duty and ignored many things I should have acted upon many years ago. She was loyal to me, and I did not return the favor... until now. It was my duty as not only a servant of the Light, but also as her friend, to release her from the curse of undeath. It finally took some rather serious transgressions from her order... but finally now, she can rest. I wish I had acted sooner so she would not have suffered for so long. Light have mercy on her soul. As another matter of protocol, we have officially expelled all Knights of the Ebon Blade from our order... and hopefully sent a rather forthright message that they are no longer welcome within the Crimson Legion. We will not sell ourselves to their service and abide by their actions simply to "help" fight the Legion. The Light, in its righteous might will see through to victory, we will not taint our cause by allowing these villains and servants of darkness to wear our banner. It amuses me how pathetically naïve the leaders of the Alliance are when it comes to the Ebon Blade. The Lich King whispers to them even now... they raise champions of both factions to fight for them... and to make it even more obvious, the Light ITSELF had to defend the soul of Highlord Tirion Fordring, because the polluted Silver Hand was too weak and passive in its response to the Ebon Blade's incursion. The Light opposes their actions... and yet... there was no retribution. If the Silver Hand is too weak to fight back when its very halls are invaded, what hope does this world have? Yet... -we- are considered by some to be "extreme" in our actions. Are we? Was the Light extreme in its rejection and slaying of Darion Morgraine? We must be the blades of the Light, if our leaders and organizations will not. When will they see... only the Light can lead us to victory... using darkness to defeat darkness cannot succeed. Now I must prepare for our planned campaign that begins this evening... I very much look forward to mobilizing the Crimson Legion and leading them in battle personally. They will see my devotion is not just in words and sermons, it is in action as well. Light, grant us your blessings and protect us with your grace.
  6. **Written by Trysteza and Cavanaugh**
  7. 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.
  8. Trysteza is concerning me... I am afraid her affliction is starting to make me question her loyalty. Her reports on the activity of the new lich king, raising heroes of the alliance, like Trollbane, attempting to raise Tirion... Death Knights are certainly behaving quite a bit like they did under the Lich King... and I find this at best unacceptable. While she did report it... and that earns her some respect... I am afraid I am no longer able to abide her presence within the Crimson Legion, nor can I simply allow her to "resign." It may be time to deal with her and finally bless her with the Light's mercy by ending her abhorrent curse. She has been a loyal soldier... she deserves as much.
  9. 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!
  10. I have attempted to make contact with Kat, I was going to follow up with her about some of our more recent discussions, she has not yet returned my correspondence. I do hope she is ok... these are perilous times... By the Light I do hope she is safe. I'll have to contact someone within her organization, the Twilight Empire I believe. On another note I must say I am becoming more and more wary of several members of the Legion... there may need to be a purification of our ranks soon... to ensure loyalty to not only the Alliance, but also the Light. There can be no questioning when it comes to loyalty, it must be absolute.
  11. The votes last night were unanimous, everything went better than I had even anticipated. Apparently my case was rather convincing and the soldiers of the Crimson Legion have Their devotion, as of now, has been proven. Now we shall see how they fight. It is time for the Light's justice to shine.
  12. Those who have not given themselves entirely to the will of the Light, are mere servants of darkness. I have no need for my past writings, I read through them and found myself to be... misguided at best. Certainly lacking the conviction that is necessary to truly serve the Light and the Alliance. These are truly the worst of times, and only the purest servants of the Light can truly shepherd the innocent sheep through to the dawn. We will be meeting this evening to begin preparations for future actions against the Horde and the Legion, it is my duty to continue to promote our mission to other members of the Alliance, to bring them into our fold and offer them the clarity and conviction that the Light has granted me in these dark times. The officers within the Legion have dutifully carried out, and will continue to carry out, strikes against the Horde and Legion, and I will listen to several proposals this evening... I look forward to it. People have confused our mission with the old Scarlet mantra, and quite frankly I find it to be short sighted and foolish. We use the symbol because of their strength, and without the Dreadlord at the helm, we can move to help redeem the banner, and with it the noble men whose reputations were tarnished. Lord Dathrohan... chief among them. The old order was corrupted from within by a vile servant of the Legion with a nefarious goal. Our organization has the purity the original crusade lacked... while losing none of its conviction. We will strive to root out not only the undead, but also the Horde from Lordearon, and purify these Alliance lands... the start is dealing with this "Dread Horde". These heathens are the blade of the Banshee Queen, her will allows for vile beasts such as this... while we strive to cut the head off the snake, we must not ignore these murderous villains to continue to parade around Alliance lands. I also find the worgen woman to be a potential ally, Kat... she seems to be unsure of her direction, lost her way...and seems to regret something she has done in the past... carries a great burden. perhaps we can help her find a path...and redemption through righteous action. We shall see what the Light brings.
  13. until

    I've already made it our first mandatory event... ;-) See ya there.
  14. Standing in the middle of the Cathedral District in Stormwind, a lone woman, clad in a Crimson Robe, a tabard that mimicked the tabard of a Lordearon Soldier, but the blue replaced with a dark red. The robe was made of exquisite linen, gold lining, a matching cap on her head, her hair modestly up and tucked under the cap she began to speak to a crowd that was gathering, mostly civilians, and a few guards... behind her stood a hooded Paladin, a tabard of the Scarlet Crusade on his chest, his hammer resting beside him... "Not a month ago these streets were soaked with blood. Surely you remember...Our guards, while valiant, stood no chance in the face of an onslaught of superior numbers and armaments. Like the vermin they are, the Dread Horde coalition swarmed through these very streets, placed their vile banners before this very church, and desecrated it. Our leaders were helpless to stop it... it is no folly of theirs, they thought they were doing what is best." She pauses, observing the crowd, which listens, a few more guards gather about, some still showing signs of their injuries from the attack, glancing back at the Knight, who simply nods at her, his face covered... she gathers herself and continues... "They always do what they think is best for Azeroth... but we cannot expect their judgment to be perfect... and in this case, it has proven to be in error. The King himself was forced to retreat after the Keep of our mightiest city was penetrated by these attackers... even he was not safe. If our leaders cannot even protect themselves, what hope do you have? Our common folk, our citizens, our innocents. Those who toil and provide for all of those under the banner of the Alliance... changes must be made! Protecting -you- is the priority of the Crimson Legion!" Her confidence and sense of purpose growing with each word, her conviction growing stronger, the speaker continued and the crowed around her continued to grow a bit larger... "Some within the Horde and the Alliance seek peace. A noble goal, and yet those factions of peace, textbook philosophers, have no sense of what is happening to -you- ... to those who allow them to daydream about the time when we will all live in peace and harmony. As they do, more suffer... more die. Perhaps one day they will wake from their dream and see the nightmare that is happening to everyday citizens of Azeroth. The Crimson Legion will stand for this no longer! We offer our services to you... and we promise that we will strike -back- at the cowards who rampage through our quiet streets with the goal of causing terror and striking fear into the hearts of those who make this glorious Alliance possible! The people of Azeroth have been victims for too long and we must take further action to prevent more atrocities against you!" Pausing and taking a breath, noticing the crowd grows ever larger... "The Dread Horde will pay for their incursion, this we promise and vow! Our very leader, Sir Cavanaugh, has left the Silver Hand. This organization allows the heathens of the Horde to swell its ranks, fighting this so called "greater threat" ... what "greater threat" is there to you? When your loved ones bleed in the streets at the hands of the Horde, do our leaders not see a threat? Is this not a "Greater" threat? It is to us, your suffering... at any level, on any front, at anyones hands, is our "greater threat"! Even now we plan our counter offensive to strike at the heart of this Horde, and our soldiers also continue to battle the Burning Legion wherever they may be... we will fight on any front that is needed so that you may be safe, the citizens of the Alliance! The conviction of the Crimson Legion, the support of the innocents of the Alliance, and the unbreakable will of Azeroth will see us through to victory! Stand with us, citizens of Stormwind... and know that we will fight for -you-! Several squires bearing the mark of the Crimson Legion emerged from the Cathedral bearing food and supplies and began to distribute them to the citizens that had gathered to them, standing up several steps the Paladin looked over the assembled crowd, a smile... covered by the mask he wore... came upon his face... he nodded to the crier, and the woman followed him back within the halls of the Cathedral. "The board is set... the pieces are moving... excellent job, M'lady." The Paladin said quietly, his hushed tone barely audible to the woman a few steps behind him. She smiled and lowered her head as they withdrew.
  15. I think this is a testament to how well Blizzard, generally has handled their classes, they are all at least fun to play on some level... Now whether they are all entirely viable at end game... well that depends on what you like to do, but, if that doesn't matter much to you, and you just like the class... then I think every class has a lot more of a fun factor attached to it. Despite knowing how fun every class is, I have had no trouble selecting a main... same one since early BC heh... if he ever wasn't viable, I'd still use him... I feel like I'm married to him, and its a happy, successful marriage. ;-) haha

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