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Marcus The Cube · Apr 12, 2008, 08:41 AM // 08:41

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 do PvE at high level and some PvP
+ 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 a competitive guild
+ we are not looking for people with a tendency to beg and complain all the time

that's what it´s all about!

If you feel thats exactly the way how you want to play Guild Wars, take a look at our website

Some facts for those who want to know it all:

Territory: Europe Faction: Kurzick Type: Social, PvE & PvP Founded: January 2006 Number of members: 46
Cape: link Guild Hall: Isle of Meditation (fully equipped) VoIP: Teamspeak Membership application: link

Recruitment

You want to become a member in our Guild: click here

We don't have any particular requirements, but we ask for mature (usually 16+) and friendly players who are willing to give as well as take.
- "Noobs" (those who know everything better & can not hold themselves back from using the word noob in every third sentence),
- "PvP megalomaniacs" (again, PvP interest is fine, but we are not a primarily PvP guild) and
- "cape-wearers" (the silent, anonymous players who just fill up the roster and play GW as a single-player game) need not apply.
The reason this guild exists is because we like to play together and we are always looking for nice people that want to join us!

You want to become a member in our Alliance: click here

We are looking for a guild sharing the same interests. The aim of the alliance would of course not be faction farming for whatever purpose but to broaden the spectrum of the existing alliance. Alliance language is English, but guilds from all over the world are welcome!

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 and the German guild "Die Schwarze Kralle" who was the first "guild of the month" at the end of 2006 and recently the Ancient Circle joined our alliance. The aim of the guild 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 and Canada to Australia. 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.

To celebrate our anniversary I thought it would be nice to have here something different.

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 agressive, 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 maleovalent 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 defense, 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.