It's been nigh on a year since a blade has rested rightfully in my hands and it saddens me to think back on the two years I spent fighting, only to know how challenging it would be to get back into it. My former group has moved, changed, and grown, all without me and it would seem as though Dimma Ulfur needs Pardusdyr no longer.
So my weary journey will continue, until I've found a rightful place within another group or on my nomadic lonesome.
As though adding insult to injury as well...my faithful Headhunter is broken and weeping in the corner of my room. I only wish I knew what to do to heal her and bring her back to the life of the field. In my hands, where she belongs.
The banners are wavering in the wind and the drums are calling, many have come, most I know from my travels and adventures. The rebirth of the order is drawing them here, word passes on the breeze quickly. My Generals no strangers to battle have titled me Lord Of the Order of The Rose. This a title I can only hope to fulfill, my effort is in full evolution.
Truth being told I feel short ofthis title, I feel my only gift to offer is a warriors death and a place in the hall of heroes. My father would have been proud. and perhaps when I meet my sweet death as warriors often do I will face him with honour and shameless for my endeavours.
All is as it should be at this time the days grow long and soon the grass and ground shall soak up the blood of the dead, and may the gods have there tribute, may the reaper have his fee and all souls pass to the white shores beyond.
The Days are Lengthening, The banners are gathering, more warriors come to the call of the Order. We are becoming strong in numbers, now we have need for armour and weapons, the forges burn and the crafters are in full production. Soon we will be outfitted and then we will begin training.
We will be ready, ready to stand and fight, the drums call to us and the march will begin and with thismovement will come a new Order, The Order of the Rose. Thunder-Guard will find the order is a force of reconing.
Alas, after many forte nights I have finally aquired a troll as my squire! While partaking many pints of grog at ye old Lefty's tavern I brandished my pike and captured the troll Todd of Park. I found that he is a master sword swallower and painter. I trust he will be a worthy minion.
I was pursuing the fair maiden Cyborgius this afternoon, betwixted by her lanky 2 metre frame and flowing blonde dread-lockes. Alas, she ignored my galante advances and promises of plentiful goat-herds, and off over the drawbridge she went. I hope to see her again at the Avalon-Gerliffe Master of the Realm Cage Battle (the one in the mall parking lot next to the pawn shop).
I ran into Blackwolf the Wizard in the library today. We had an epic battle in the science fiction section! Luckily I had new foam on my sword, so I killed him quietly. Or so I thought... that old bag librarian Mrs Fisk threw us out anyway.
Has been long this winter, the days short and the nights bitter cold. Supply lines and connections have been made to replenish the armouries and such in this lax season of the snow witch, Soldiers are hovelled by their fire places and hearths, growing fat and lazy. Hahaha!!! But soon we of the Order of the Rose, will walk upon the battle field again and triumphantly proclaim for Strength and Honour.
Our Ranks are growing even now while we sit idle, more and more come to the call of the rose, we will be a force to recon with when comes the time of battle.
Soon another war Tent on the 22nd of this month, there is still a lot to be worked out in Thunder-Guard. This beaten realm now being rebuilt and formed, moulded to perfection, defences planed and achieved. New order in this once chaotic place, the Order of the Rose.
Twas in the darkness that I awoke, the chilled hand of winter gripping my body and stiffening my bones. A nightmare, twas only a dream of my mind and memory. Waking was welcome even to the bitter coldness that surrounded me.
I dreamt of beasts and man, all which I had fought. They each left their mark upon my mind and body in some way. Horrors and honour; tis strange how they mingle and rolloff the tongue as though they were brothers or related in blood. I knew many a good man and being that had long since fallen either for honour or to these horrors. I saw good friends stand and die in the defence of honour, valiant were their deeds to save a life by giving their own. Death was their reward, true heroes never return from battle. I wish only that they were here now. Then I would have a truly heroic army; veterans seasoned and organized. I plan on declaring my new Governors during the next war tent. I believe these men are and can be true heroes, I only hope that the heroes reward does not come to them too soon.
For Honour, may they say to those they lead, and may they live long and win many battles. Gods bless them with your might.
Here in this time, I sit the cold of frozen winter chills me, watching the snow devils whorl round and up as though the snow is trying to recapture its place in the clouds, the Order begins again. Memory serves me a delightful recalling of the past, long ago, I was but a child while my father told of the history of his Order and my forefathers long dead. He tells of the testimony, the beginningof the Order of the Rose.
Ages ago one warrior stood against many evil demonic soldiers and their lords of destruction and domination. This warrior was magical and had powers almost gods like. And at the advance of the evil army, he raised his hands, and from the ground sprouted vines with thorns and atop these vines there grew beautiful flowers. These vines and thorns tore at the evil armies' advance causing them great pain and suffering as they tried to push forward. All along the vines and thorns grew thicker and sharper and the flowers so wondrous and fragrant blossomed and bloomed in all the colours of love, compassion, life, death, pain and happiness and of the one who created them; silver. Finally, unable to move forward the armies began to retreat, as they did the warrior called to them and their evil Lords, "Take to mind and memory the consist of this simple herb, for balance it will stand and let it be called a rose and let it be the symbol of your downfall."
So began the Order of the Rose. How great was my fathers telling that as a young man I became a soldier in the Order, my head filled with such tales of honour and greatness, these I sought.
Many of the Order were as I, and came from the lines of the Numenoreans, long lives, but such powerful magics were watered down by the time of my generation that they were almost nonexistent. Now we are few and farther between. I served the Order for many years this being my 160th season of winter.
Now the Order of the Rose but legend in the minds and stories of historians and such, but inside me it still survives, it breathes. It has slept for a whole of 30 years now. Now is the time for the Order to again rise and stand for honour in the faces of tyranny. Here in this place called Thunder Guard shall the symbol of the rose stand for balance and the downfall of evil. Tis my word as Lucifron of the Order of the Rose.
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