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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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Five years of Holy Order of Lordain, insane. We’re knee deep in some legendary RP-PVP at the moment, and it’s a great time to get involved. If numbers keep up, recruitment may be closed in the coming weeks, so purchase your tickets whilst you can!
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Uther's Tomb. A bastion of the Light, though small it was definitely strong in it's hallowed nature and it was in this great resting place that the Order made temporary camp for the night. Though the area would otherwise be calm, the tension was palpable. With a large Horde garrison across the bridge and the opposite factions constantly making their skirmishes into the large graveyard, it was a restless night to say the least.Uriel was no less the busy bee during a good part of the night and morning. For good part of the night he took advantage of his empowered self within the tomb, suturing a vicious wound he had sustained earlier that day that had dug deeper into his abdomen, injuring his left lung. It took a great fight out of him, leaving him almost unable to participate in the night's late skirmishes as the pangs of burnt flesh hurt him deeply. To his fortune and thanks to the tomb's consecrated grounds he and his holy charger had recovered well enough to fight at their fullest potential.Come the break of dawn, after flesh had stitched and prayers had gone through the Order returned to Chillwind Camp, where Uriel began distributing a few notices he had written in the night;"CAUTION;Three individuals identified as Scarlet infiltrators have been targetting a few Alliance groups around the area where Dalaran once stood. While no names have been provided, one of the assaulted parties has given a description of the assailants.A man blonde of hair with a milky white eye, bearing crimson armour but with the facet of a Kirin Tor tabard.A woman with long, straight black hair wearing a grey dress and casting a description of shadow magic.Lastly, a man in brown leathers, carrying two axes. No facial description given.If accosted by these individuals assume instant hostility towards you and yours, they are armed and most definitely dangerous."
The RP-PVP campaign trucks ahead, with action at pretty much all hours of the day! From the early afternoon, to the big campaign battles during the evening and even some late night post-hour skirmishes. So far it’s been a blast and a thank you to all the combatants the Order has faced in combat so far!
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Battle of Andorhal last night and it was amazing! Interesting fights between the different Orders, communication between them and fights that pushed characters to their limits. It’s been amazing so far so cannot wait to see what is in store as the days pass.
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It wasn't long ago that the Order was stationed at the Tomb of the Lightbringer, barely a week had passed in truth. After a heavy battle the in which the Order and the Third were the victors of, a holy barrier that had been erected to protect the sacred monument had been brought low by the same demon cultists they had repelled. Victory may have come to the righteous but it hadn't been entirely free, as to be expected.
The Tomb was less peaceful and more a mess of men spending their night jumping at shadows, sleeping little and making preperations for another long march after the exit from Andorhal. Uriel was no exception, taking to mending his armour with whatever limited expertise he may have had in smithing, leaving the more complex job of a full repair for someone who knew their craft, but it'd do for now.Andorhal had been an interesting venture, to say the least. Aside from the Horde besieging and attacking the town plus surrounding encampments, it wasn't all of it. Snakes were in the grass, lurking and waiting for their moment to strike at the slightest scent of weakness. A welcoming hand betrayed a dagger in the back, thought Uriel in his incessant paranoia.At the Tomb he experimented with the reclaimed Lightkeeper, almost obsessively at times. Away from prying eyes, infusing the item with the Light and it's more aggressive fire, there was little to show for it. He couldn't crack it; the how of the artifact; how it held that eternal flame; how was it ignited in the first place? It ate at him, a mystery he could not crack with his usual methods of brute force and sadism, no, the Lightkeeper was more important than this and he knew it. He made sure some pieces of furniture knew of his frustration too unfortunately for them.There would be more chances to crack this code and with the aid of minds sharper than his own. For now all he could do is pray and restore his vigor at the Tomb for another long march, another battle was waiting just across the dawn.
The campaign’s finale is rapidly approaching and it has been a ride! Lots of fun has been had in these eight or so days that’ve passed us ( at the time of writing ) and it’s going to be a shame to see the fellas we’ve been fighting with and against go their own ways come wednesday ( though not for long, I suspect…).
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Faster and faster Theodore rode, the sounds of battle rapidly approaching, the ring of steel and the cries of men echoing through the trees and over the hills.
He tugged at the reins of his horse as Sorrow Hill came into view, the source of the noise revealed. At the foot of Uther’s Tomb a battle waged, abomonations of undeath and men of great faith clashed upon the hallowed ground, Felfire and Light illuminate every inch of the graveyard and the voices of man are muddied with the shrieks of demons and eldritch spells.
Theodore drove his horse onwards, into the fray he went to join his brothers in arms, shield at his fore and voice booming prayer and hymn.
Really good to come back to RP with these folk as always, straight into some sick battles.
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A few weeks of hardship had gone by indeed, the Order had faced demons in Outland, Scourge and the Horde in Andorhal plus not to forget the final skirmish in Hillsbrad and Alterac against all these enemies, beset on all sides. Yet they have triumphed, emerging with their lives and glory to the Light upon their backs.It was a proud time for them too as the Order's newest nascent Paladins have been finally made into fully fledged warriors of the Light, the divine spark inside them has been nurtured and emerged a fully fledged blaze at the ceremony of ascension that took place at the Lightbringer's Tomb, a place of great privilege.The Order took to marching down back to Aerie Peak for their deserved rest, the clean air of the Hinterlands a much deserved reward for the long battles they had fought. However the world's darkness does not wait for the righteous to recover, evidenced by a little raven comes down to the Peak's mailbox and carrying a small bundle of letters for Sir Uriel...
Well well! The main campaign in the Western Plaguelands has finally reached it’s conclusion with a bang and the Order is back on the move! We’re currently at Aerie Peak taking a rest from the non-stop action of the past weeks but it won’t last long as we set out to new tasks come monday!
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Both John and Salenne stood in front of Uther’s Tomb, she looked past Daniel Brocks, the Cleric of the Stormwind Sentries towards the stained-glass windows with the light luminating the room. The white marbled statue of the first paladin, Uther the Lightbringer with letters of adornment, tokens and flowers upon the steps.
Her gaze lingered upon the tomb while she was given her shroud, shoulder guards and her blessed blade.
Memories of a past ceremony came flooding back, vows, the faces of those who were present. Salenne dipped her head slightly as her attention turned to the ground, closing her eyes as she remembered how proud her mother looked, her father and even her brother.
“I wonder if my parents would be proud now…”
Her thoughts wondered until she remembered what John had told her. It was the right path for her, the Light chose her for a reason.
Salenne was nervous for the ritual to become a Paladin, she had little knowledge of how or what would happen. But she was prepared, she was ready. All the paladins of the Order infused her with a percentage of their own – she felt a sudden, bright spark as she was blessed by those Knights around her.
The Light would surged through her and around her as the ritual took its course, tears stream down her cheeks as she felt an overwhelmed feeling of Hope and Conviction. In that moment, she became the Light’s sword and teacher.
“Stand to be recognised by those present as a Paladin, Salenne Wheeler.”
She stood slowly as she held her weapon and wore her black and gold shroud and shoulder guards, not as an Aspirant but a Paladin. Her attention turned to each of the Knights of the Order and the Sentries as they applauded, beaming with pride.
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The fires of war were tempered, for now. For a little over a week since the Order had made landfall on Azeroth, they had been embroiled in conflict beyond the Thondroril River. The Horde, spearheaded by the famous Saurfang Legion. The Loyalist forces of the Banshee Queen, chief among them the insidious Rotgarde and the even more blasphemous Grim Gest. Scarlets. Cultists. All had converged upon Andorhal during the week and stepped forth to impede the battle for the city, which the Banner of the Order had marched into first, and left last.
While righteous conflict was wrought, the sanctity of Sorrow Hill upheld and the brave soldiers of the Alliance safeguarded from the fury of beast and heretic alike, it had served to distract the Order from the reason they had marched northwards in the first place. Indeed, the Order of the Blood of Martyrs had shown their faces and done battle with them at last, dispensing of the plots and plans they had fashioned with the aid of Calistan Enright to assail the knights of the Order amidst the chaos of battle, but still they evaded true justice.
Now the Order turned their full and undivided attention to the task at hand: the death and damnation of Calistan Enright, of Diathonix. Yet the vanquishing of their enemy's plot to lay waste to the Holy Order on Outland had not left the dreadlord idle. From the writhing, blighted soil of the Plaguelands, Diathonix's next scheme emerged on the fourth night of the month...
The Order’s second campaign begins properly on Monday - join TODAY (right now) to experience the awesome power of EXPOSITION. I personally cannot wait to share this story with the guild (including you, the excited reader that will join after reading this 
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For those interested in joining, the Order will be in and around the Plaguelands for the next couple of weeks. As ever, we are recruiting all manner of pious knights, paladins and clerics! If you have an itch to play something a little more specific, why not join as an artisan blacksmith and take advantage of our immersive Dicemaster item crafting system, or as a fiery inquisitor to unravel the secrets of our enemies? There’s no better time to join!
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Pretty cool guild, can I join
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What a grand and intoxicating innocence!
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