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Marcus The Cube · Jul 06, 2010, 10:27 AM // 10:27

Which sword I hear you ask.
Who is the sword?
We are!

Sword of Justice is a home for enthusiastic Guild Wars player, no matter where they come from.

+ Primary objective is fun and doing stuff together
+ we want to play together at a high but relaxed level
+ we have members from all over the English speaking world
+ we are looking for nice people willing to help each other and having fun playing the game

- we are not looking for:
- arrogant or selfish people & all those that think no end of themselves
- sociopaths that machinate or cause dramas for no sensible reason
- those with a tendency to beg and complain all the time

+ guild activities are scheduled on European evenings (UTC+1 time zone)
that's what it´s all about

After 4 years of playing GW together we feel that it's now time to play this fantastic game in a more laid back way.
Giving all members the chance to join activities organised over the forum when they feel like playing GW is what we want to achieve. We look therefore for guilds that will organise and invite us from time to time to their serious or weird, hard & easy... in other words fun guild events.
We and our ally [SK] will do that as well, so the work will be shared and we all will have more fun and less work to do.

We are looking for old established guilds that are not very active anymore but where a few member still would like to participate in activities, are not afraid to join our TS and that would like to be part of a nice community that looks forward to play GW2 together.

If you feel thats exactly the way how you want to play Guild Wars, we would like to invite you to contact us

Some facts for those who want to know it all:

Territory: Europe Faction: Kurzick Type: Social, PvE & PvP Founded: January 2006
Number of members: 60 (5 active daily as we keep our friends on the roster unless we really need the space)
Our guildwiki page: link Guild Hall: Isle of Meditation (fully equipped) VoIP: Teamspeak3

Guild history

We started in January 2006 as a guild regrouping real life friends and people we met before in the game - just a couple of people that liked to play & discover the game together. Fortunately step by step a lot of nice people joined us. On Alliance level the German guild "Die Schwarze Kralle" who was the first "guild of the month" at the end of 2006 and later the "Ancient Circle" joined our alliance. The aim of the guild and the alliance is and always was to have fun playing without getting into serious competition inside or outside the guild or the alliance. Of course we went through some ups and downs and stand now as a group of people enjoying to play the game in a friendship-like atmosphere. Our members come from all over the English speaking world, from Sweden to South Africa. Currently we seek for some more people willing to play with us, participate in the guilds or the alliances activities, join us on TS, chat and discuss things with us on our forum and wait together for GW2.

To celebrate our 3rd anniversary we put up something different here.

Listen carefully to this story one of our member (Bestian Trueflight) wrote:

Not even the warmth of the blazing hearth could keep back the chill of the Shiverpeak winds as the warriors huddled together, passing around a cup of mead and joking of past exploits. Slowly, however, the chatter slowed to a halt as a wizened old man cleared his throat. Despite his small stature, he appeared to command great respect from the muscly giants surrounding him.

"Friends," He said quietly, "tonight, I have a special tale to tell you."

"Tell us about Magni again!" Roared one norn, swilling ale mid-sentence and dousing his foot-long red beard.

"Nah, Magni's an oaf," Replied another. "Tell us the story of Olaf, son of Olaf, son of Olaf. I like that one."

"Which Olaf?" came a voice from the back, and the conversation once again returned to laughter and brawling. Slowly, however, the voices quietened again, waiting on the seer's words.

"No, friends," he replied. "Tonight, I will tell you a tale of the future. I speak of the fall of Gunnar's hold; the searing of Olafstead, and the near end of our people.

Outrage swept across the crowd like a storm of voices, all loud and aggressive, shouting down the seer. One norn even went for his weapon, but was quickly subdued by three others. to level a weapon against the seer meant death.
One Norn at the front of the group growled "there'd better be some purpose to this folly, seer. The Norn are unchanging, unafraid, unbeatable."

"Indeed you are, my friend, indeed you are. But even the mighty oak cannot survive the storm. Not unless something stands between it and the gales. Great evil stirs, greater than the destroyer, more powerful than Abbadon, more malevolent than the Lich. It wakes to the south, to the the far reaches of Tyria; beneath our very feet. It will be the end of us all."

One of the younger Norn, barely 7ft tall, said in a timid voice, "what can we do? Is there nothing that can withstand that power?"

Silence set on the camp for the first time that night, each Norn trying to avoid looking at each other as they expressed a new emotion - fear.

But the seer smiled. "There is one defence, friends. The Sword. The Sword of Justice."

"A blade?" Roared one Norn, standing up and beating his shield with his knuckles. "Give it to me, Seer, I shall wield it!"

"The sword is not a weapon, Bran. It is an ideal, an order, a guild, if you will. The knights of the sword, as they call themselves; are legendary knights who travel the lands, giving up everything in the name of good. I have seen Swords lay down their lives for people they barely know; unite factions hellbent on each others' destruction; and even enter the gates of the underworld itself, all for the good of the weak and innocent. The swords are the only hope of us, the Norn and all of Tyria."

The seer stood, pulling back his hood, suddenly looking half his age, a young man again. "My name is Bestian Trueflight. I am an emissary of the Swords. I bring requests to bolster our ranks. My friends, I ask you - will you join us?"

As one, the crowd stood, raised their weapons and roared "AYE!" The sound beat even the howling shiverpeaks winds, sweeping across the valley, echoing from the tallest peak to the depths of the darkest dungeon, warming the hearts of the true and honorable, and striking fear in all who fear the light of justice.