Tis a defeat and a hurdle the lose of lands from Thunder-Guard, we have suffered set back but this will not hinder our maintaining forward movement. We will attain that which we strive for ,it is not in the nature of the Order of the Rose to retreat or surrender, we will make this lose a victory and we shall over come.

For Honour and Glory!!!

Lord Lucifron

The warm air gently caressing my face, the sun now in the sky longer and the frozen earth softens . Newly acquired lands of Thunder-Guard are about to begin the birth of a great place, a place of wonder and safety as long as peace can be kept between The carians and the order, this is fragile at best at the moment, sure to lead to strife and battle, Our ranks swell and soon will know once againthe clash of sword and shield , mace and axe.

Peace is something not held long. The warrior finds it only in death, and in life it is fleeting.

Lord Lucifron

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The world around us is soon to come to life again , the new order will take its place. I feel the burning of excitment and anticipation. We have new armor, and weapons are en route, caravans of supplies and those making long pilgrammages to aid the Order arrive daily. The wind blows warmer now and the smell of war fills its breath.

There is still much to do however over this bitter seasonof winter we have made much progress, the gods bless use with that which we need and we are recieving in ample abundance.

The Order Shall Rise Now it  is For certain and as well certain be a force to contend with for all those enemies of Thunder-Guard.

FOR Glory and honor!!!!

Lord Lucifron

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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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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 22^nd 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.

Lucifron

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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.

Lucifron

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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 160^th 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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