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.

Lord Lucifron

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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.

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