The Onslaught has yet to meet this group. It will be very interesting to see how the Order of Knights and the Death knights interact.
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They told him he was paranoid… They made him believe that there was no honour left in the Alliance. These men he would one day hope to call brothers MOCKED him!
As Sir Uriel revealed his discovery from the scrolls, these were the thoughts circling through the halflings mind. That day on the bridge when he tried to excise some nefarious presence from Tatton brought him only derision from the other members of the Order. And now, here was cast iron proof that his suspicions were correct! That demons had indeed infiltrated the highest levels of Alliance command and spread these evil lies and superstitions!
The news of Callistan’s apparent death wasn’t new to him… Even then as he stood in Honor Hold, pleading with Sir Ortellus that something was amiss while holding the record that claimed the Justicar to be missing in action, yet all he received was scepticism. Then, he saw it… The name. The cursed name that had plagued him all these weeks as they trudged through Outland on this seemingly endless vendetta… DIATHONIX
His mind was thrown back to that first week in Wildhammer Stronghold, spending hours pouring through demonic summoning scrolls and translating all that he knew to only end up with a name… A name that dared to not reveal it’s keeper until now.
Anger blazed in the half blood, his fists clenching and his jaw hardened while he listened on in stoic silence as Sir Uriel announced his apparent ‘new’ findings. Anger not just against this mysterious dreadlord that now puppeteer’d Sir Enright… But also the pain of how his new brothers in arms had doubted him… How they had cast off his suspicions as paranoid ramblings.
This wasn’t about duty in the Light anymore.
This was personal.
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Seven weeks of DMing insanity from the boy Ortellus! How does he do it?
Also what a fantastic, awesome and original layout he’s used for the OP.
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Just find this really cringe now. Stop copying people Lordain bullies. 
If I didn’t think you were all evil I would say how epic your campaign looks and that any and all interested parties should get involved with such a great group of RPers.
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This is so hot.
Edit: care to post on your main now?
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Vindictus 1:8
Diathonix.
Years ago, on some forgotten and blasted hillside overlooking the Devouring Sea, on the shores of what later became Netherstorm, Calistan Enright did battle. Sword in hand, he met the dreadlord Diathonix, alongside twenty-one of his compatriots, and sword in hand he died. The sorceror-lieutenant of Kirin'var Village, Morran, penned these details on the now-dusty scroll that the Order had reclaimed from the clutches of the Reliquary, and with it sent the Order upon a path of vengeance.
Marching upon Honour Hold, they turned aside the keep's defenders, and their commander, with the news that the provost marshal whom had instructed them to hunt down the Order in Zangarmarsh had long since died - despite records at Honour Hold claiming that he returned, dark-eyed and dishevelled. The paladins among them knew better; they knew what the Nathrezim could do, and here before them were all the hallmarks of manipulation.
Whether Diathonix and Calistan Enright were one and the same or not, the provost marshal's adjutant - Torvan Redbank - gave credence to the conspiracy. In his possession were letters: instructions to take a hands-on approach in finishing off the Holy Order of Lordain in Outland. Yet these instructions were carried out too late, and Adjutant Redbank was ruthless interrogated.
In one sharp turn, the Order's revelation had ended the confusing and bloody conflict that had driven a wedge between the Alliance's 13th Legion on Outland. They had proven, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the trial which their knights had faced was nothing more than a plot, wrought at the hands of those loyal to the Scarlet Flame, if not at the hands of a demon...
Now, that plot unravelled. Anger, righteous fury filled the hearts of the Order's sworn crusaders, their knights, and their followers. Vengeance was to come - not bloodthirsty revenge, born out of personal grievance, but true retribution in the name of the Holy Light. They turned their sights upon Stormwind, the heart of the Alliance, and to the rot within...
Today marked the end of the Order’s main quest in Outland! Seven weeks ago, the knights of the Order faced a courts martial, and tonight - a world away - they discovered the ugly, enraging truth of it all. The Order has come out of the ordeal stronger in both faiths, arms and brotherhood, and now prepares for its return to Stormwind City - the very place that they were forbidden to return to almost two months ago…
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Great time to get involved as the Order hopes to move back north, towards their usual stomping grounds! Who knows what awaits them in Stormwind, however.
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I do, I know.
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7 weeks of uninterrupted, fully DMed d20 RP with the same level of intrigue, passion and well-written storytelling all throughout is the kind of RP most people can only hope and wish for. Character progression like no other. From (the greatest living) cabbage farmer to Paladin Aspirant with more to go. This was only one adventure, I can’t wait to see what the lifetime of the Order will bring rise to. Big ups to the main man Ortellus/Oboe and his dysfunctional pancreas.
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Come Ortellus, come friend or traitor come. And bring Averdale, I have need of him.
Based boys in blue 10/10
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reject blue
return to gold
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I see you are a man of culture as well.
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The Order of Lordain returns to the city of Stormwind tomorrow, seeking vengeance upon the conspirators that sent them to Outland. They won’t be there for long, however, as they will soon be venturing north to address (or contribute to) the tension along the borders of the Alliance’s lands. Those interested in finding out more about the Order IC should pay a visit to the Cathedral of Light tomorrow!
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Quite the hectic day with a very adventurous event. I’m happy to rejoin the guild alongside the three other recruits we had tonight. There’s much to look forward to now!
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In a dusty corner of Deadwind Pass, a brilliant rift tore open. From it strode the knights and aspirants of the Holy Order of Lordain, freshly gilded. Each of them bore the red symbol of the Light upon a white field, the sign of their faith in the colours of their Order. For the first time in two months - and even longer for some of their newest followers - the Order had returned to Azeroth.
There was no time to rest, though, arriving at night, they were forced to stop in Lakeshire to rearm. The next day, they marched for Stormwind with two names burning in their minds: Enright and Granath, two of the conspirators that had sent them to Outland in the first place.
Arriving before the gates of the city, the Order was halted by the City Sentries. Enright had been aware of their coming and had sent them to stop the Order's return, though the plausible evidence of Enright and Granath's involvement in their exile to Shadowmoon Valley was enough to turn the Sentries to their side. Thus they marched to the Keep, forcing aside those who had been sent by Enright to take a more heavy-handed approach to the Order's return, and in a whirlwind they searched the keep for the Justicar.
Calistan Enright was nowhere to be found, having left earlier that day, along with the priest known as Granath. The Sentries had suffered a loss, the Marshal had been wounded by a crossbow bolt, and the next day it was seen to that the punishments placed upon the knights of the Order were reversed in full.
The scheme to destroy the Order had failed. Now they turned their sights northwards, to those who had wronged them, and to those that had fled their wrath. War was on the horizon.
The Order has returned to Stormwind and to normality, stronger and more determined than ever before! A massive shoutout to the Blood of Martyrs and the Stormwind City Sentries for all their help and cooperation in both the Order’s court martial and their return to Stormwind, and here’s to all the great things to come 
Now, the Order has a little over a week of high-octane RPPVP to look forward to, as a little break from 7 weeks of DM events, before we launch straight back into our next chapter, with plenty of knightly quests in between!
Also, you can find screenshots from our events on our Argent Archives page (check out those swag sets bros). https://www.argentarchives.org/node/254994?
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Stormwind was quiet, almost uncharacteristically for the capital. Though truth be told, it was already closing in on the hours where most honest workers would seek the refuge of their homes, their families and their suppers.Though this peace would be stirred as the Order arrived at the gates and from then on a great confluence of events transpired. Escorted to the keep and to the Cathedral on a wild chase after their quarry, the flesh puppet of Diathonix; the man whose name was Calistan Enright. The fiend was nowhere to be found, Ortellus had been shot by no doubt one of the demon's lackeys that tried to waylay the Order on their way to Stormwind Keep to no avail. Though this did not stop there, involvement with the remnants of the Scarlet Crusade was all but confirmed with one of the implicated suspects in this having said ties and running off north with it's master.The Order gathered at the Cathedral which in this dark hour was the brightest beacon they could search for, but even then tragedy struck as the local guard's Corporal was struck down in cold blood, murdered on hallowed ground to the screech of "Victory or Martyrdom!". It was sinister, disgusting if anything thought Uriel. His days in the Crusade had led him to do such things and more in his years of tenure, but surely nobody could still cling to the old flame this desperately after the shameful secret of it's leadership was exposed. Nobody could spit on the Ashbringer's sacrifice this brazenly and be sound of mind, he thought. The dead were demanding justice for this, loudly.After the commotion had settled down and new Knight-Aspirants had been risen into the Order, Uriel set out to town. Indeed his untimely and unfair arrest over two months ago had left something to be desired, namely his prized possessions. With the aid of Sir Renald and Sir Frederick, Uriel led them to a safehouse far away from prying eyes in the backstreet of some corner road in the dwarven district. His accompanying friends waited outside but he did not come out the same man. Everything was uncanny, different. Civilian clothes, his hair and beard styled in a manner that Uriel would never in his right mind do but there he was, assimilated into the populace.His compatriots could almost not help but laugh at him, Renald in particular, but he did not care for it and instructed them to lag behind a good while as he went out to meet with a contact. An average figure of a woman they could decipher from it, as she and Uriel exchanged words far away, they brought up hoods and went about their business to a storehouse in Old Town, belonging to the innocent town guard. Renald and Frederick couldn't see much of it and their instructions to lag behind wouldn't let them go deeper. But they didn't need to, because in the blink of an eye the disguised two slipped into the building from the roof and back out again after a considerable delay. There were no screams, no cause for alarm, nothing. Just another quiet night in Stormwind. Not what Renald and Frederick would be expecting knowing Uriel. Out of the roof they came with two bags each, carefully closing their entry point and slipping down in the same instant and returned to their watchful compatriots. The woman looked at Renald especially with her one functioning eye, he could tell she was giving him a smile, as disingenuous as it might be. Though one of the bags was indeed larger than the other and seemed to be carrying a heavier weight, it was Uriel's. He refused to go deeper into detail, telling his friends that they had done their duty and they could return to the Inn with the bag that had his lost gear in it, now finally in the Order's grasp again."So, what's in your bag?""A lead. Don't wait up."Thus did Frederick and Renald return, obviously refusing to carry Uriel's gear. The mystery woman had it delivered in the night instead to their accomodations. Last the two men saw, the man that was Uriel but barely resembled him was heading out of the city for some reason. He did not return until morning, when he remade his style into normality once more and of course pleased that his items were now back in his hands and that the sword Frederick had lent him was now in it's rightful owner's possession, laying by his bedside.
BOY, it’s been one hell of a day. Almost two months of DM build up for our grand finale and today it’s finally reached apex. As Ortellus posted just above, check out our screenshots for an idea of what that journey was.
A big thank you to the Stormwind City Sentries who lost their Corporal today (RIP) and the people who took time to NPC some of the shifty guards and other conspirators today!
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At last. Stormwind.
Despite what many people say about the Alliance Capital, Obadiah always held a fondness for the insanity and liveliness that the city often brought. Sitting alone in his Cathedral quarters, he finally had time to reflect on the perilous and mad journey that brought him here.
Just twenty years, and yet… Many centuries ago, he was little more than a carpenters boy with a desire to serve his country. Now, as he trails his fingers over the crest of Lordain emblazoned across his chest, he closes his eyes and silently thanks the Light for bringing him to this moment.
After a while, Obadiah finally rises from his bunk and lays his well worn Alliance Expedition tabard upon his desk. He dared not get rid of it. It was still and always would be a part of him. But now, it had to make room for a new crest…
A new legacy.
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First proper day of the campaign and it’s going down a treat!
Looking forward to see what is in store for the days to come.
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On this evening, five years ago, amidst the beginnings of the Burning Legion’s third invasion of Azeroth, the first four knights of the Holy Order of Lordain swore to live and die by the legacy of their namesake in the Sanctum in Stromgarde. Dozens of RPPVP and DM events later, the guild is fast approaching another all-time high!
Many, many thanks to all who have contributed to and interacted with the Order over the years, and here’s to another five years of even more glorious RP 
To celebrate, here’s a little video I threw together…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dME2TBXYCg
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Keep up the solid RP, so I can enjoy the stories!
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