There is a time...
There is always a time.
There was a place...
There will always be places.
For the Glory of the Horde...
Glory and Honor.
When the darkness rises, and when the night lifts away, the sun will always rise again. There is always a new dawn, there is always a new morning. There is always a new life, a new light...
We are the Rising Sun.
They walk in the light, and in the dark, because someone has to...
We fight for a better world for our children, and our people.
There has been pain...
Pain is what makes us stronger.
They have always pulled through...
We always survive.
They are strangely happy, for ones so many times beaten down...
We remember, we never forget. We forgive, and we move forward.
They are stronger than they seem...
We are the Rising Sun Fellowship.
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"We must be strong individually, so that together we are invincible."
-- Tyrael Firehawk to the Rising Sun Fellowship.
"We stand, together, as one for only the most certain reasons. The pain we have faced down has left its marks on us, and will continue to do so, for that is the way of things, and we have no means of control over it. Our only choice is to fight, to dream, to hope.
So now, we stand in the face of a new day, a new dawning, a new era of hope. We see the fire in the eyes of those we care about, and we see the hope in the faces of those we protect. Despite the pain we face, despite the fear we hide, people see us as heroes, saviors, even.
What larger burden can we carry? What is heavier than the dreams and hopes of those who place their fates in our hands as we march off?
Do we go to fight a war, or do we go to find ourselves in blood and sweat? Do we leave simply to return, or do we return to try to forget?
War changes us, it changes everyone. And, because every person is different, so too is every war different, every reaction to the fire of battle is individual.
Stand strong, find glory, and fight onwards, always onwards. We stand because others cannot, or will not. We stand for the ideals, the hopes, the dreams, of each and every one of us. We stand as a barrier between our loved ones and our enemies.
Fight for your friends, family, and neighbors. Fight for your sisters and brothers, your comrades. Fight for your lovers, your leaders, and yourself. Fight for the glory of your people, fight for the glory of the Horde. Fight for peace, for an end to the darkness that crashes down around us.
The darkest days will pass, and the Light will show us the way. For without war, there is no peace, and without dark, there is no light."
--Kel'tira Sunblaze
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The Hall of Respite echoes with the sound of laughter...
These walls that have seen so much sorrow, but also great joy...
These people, crushed so often, yet still standing tall...
The word on the street is that they are looking for more numbers. The word on the street is that they are opening their arms again, sending out the call. The paper in the Hall of Respite is clean, crisp, and bright. The reds and oranges in the inks painstakingly traced out and illuminated by a talented scribe.
The fiery shades are strikingly bright, catching the eye of passerby, touting the name of a group, a group who has been steadily making a name for themselves, calling for members to join them.
The Rising Sun Fellowship.
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There is always a time.
There was a place...
There will always be places.
For the Glory of the Horde...
Glory and Honor.
When the darkness rises, and when the night lifts away, the sun will always rise again. There is always a new dawn, there is always a new morning. There is always a new life, a new light...
We are the Rising Sun.
They walk in the light, and in the dark, because someone has to...
We fight for a better world for our children, and our people.
There has been pain...
Pain is what makes us stronger.
They have always pulled through...
We always survive.
They are strangely happy, for ones so many times beaten down...
We remember, we never forget. We forgive, and we move forward.
They are stronger than they seem...
We are the Rising Sun Fellowship.
-----
"We must be strong individually, so that together we are invincible."
-- Tyrael Firehawk to the Rising Sun Fellowship.
"We stand, together, as one for only the most certain reasons. The pain we have faced down has left its marks on us, and will continue to do so, for that is the way of things, and we have no means of control over it. Our only choice is to fight, to dream, to hope.
So now, we stand in the face of a new day, a new dawning, a new era of hope. We see the fire in the eyes of those we care about, and we see the hope in the faces of those we protect. Despite the pain we face, despite the fear we hide, people see us as heroes, saviors, even.
What larger burden can we carry? What is heavier than the dreams and hopes of those who place their fates in our hands as we march off?
Do we go to fight a war, or do we go to find ourselves in blood and sweat? Do we leave simply to return, or do we return to try to forget?
War changes us, it changes everyone. And, because every person is different, so too is every war different, every reaction to the fire of battle is individual.
Stand strong, find glory, and fight onwards, always onwards. We stand because others cannot, or will not. We stand for the ideals, the hopes, the dreams, of each and every one of us. We stand as a barrier between our loved ones and our enemies.
Fight for your friends, family, and neighbors. Fight for your sisters and brothers, your comrades. Fight for your lovers, your leaders, and yourself. Fight for the glory of your people, fight for the glory of the Horde. Fight for peace, for an end to the darkness that crashes down around us.
The darkest days will pass, and the Light will show us the way. For without war, there is no peace, and without dark, there is no light."
--Kel'tira Sunblaze
-----
The Hall of Respite echoes with the sound of laughter...
These walls that have seen so much sorrow, but also great joy...
These people, crushed so often, yet still standing tall...
The word on the street is that they are looking for more numbers. The word on the street is that they are opening their arms again, sending out the call. The paper in the Hall of Respite is clean, crisp, and bright. The reds and oranges in the inks painstakingly traced out and illuminated by a talented scribe.
The fiery shades are strikingly bright, catching the eye of passerby, touting the name of a group, a group who has been steadily making a name for themselves, calling for members to join them.
The Rising Sun Fellowship.
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