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The Silver Rose is a Roleplaying guild on the realm of Moonglade (EU). Currently under the lead of Xantippe Shadowlock, the organisation pursues the goal of aiding those in need of it, whenever and where-ever they can. Well that, and ofcourse having fun, as the amusing bunch of loyal friends that they are. Feel free to take a look at our Forums for more info.

Activities & Projects

So, you like to have fun and help people... That's nice but, what exactly do you DO for it ?

• Guild Meetings: We have weekly meetings on the Silver Rose boat in Theramore. This is a great opportunity to catch up with eachother, or tell tall stories, but members can also suggest guild improvements or events to the leader(s). This is also when promotions or demotions, important announcements, and the appointment of mentors will be carried out.
  Note: The First Leader will lead and moderate the meetings, so not everyone just yells through eachother.

• Mentors & Apprentices: In order to help our members more efficiently, new ones are placed under the watchful eye of a mentor (a more experienced and higher ranking member). He/she will be ready to help or answer questions of the apprentices he/she is assigned to. Mentors can turn to the Council (the leaders) of the guild for support.

• Help Desks: In order to help people all around Azeroth, we open up so-called Help Desks in various areas (which we announce in general chat), where people can reach us or contact us for help with quests, for advise, or even a dungeon on occasion. We try to do this as often as possible. You'll mostly find us near an easy-to-reach town, sitting around a campfire. You're welcome to join in and enhance the RP a little !

The Legend of the Silver Rose

Burnt villages, murdered children, women and slaughtered brave warriors on the battlefields. Lifeless woods. Haunted dreams. Lost prayers and false hope. That was all the Burning Legion and its demons left behind on the shattered lands of Azeroth. Though there is a legend, an unknown one, of a time not so long ago. A legend of new hope and new life. Of friends and family. The legend of the Silver Rose.

No one knows where they came from, but as you search through the books, seeking more knowledge of the countless mysteries that live on the world, you will see that they must’ve brought aid to many of the towns and houses that still stand today. Those that rose out of the ashes of the fire that the Legion started. People, all races, all classes, all ages, women and men. Those who remember, speak of kind people who helped rebuild the demolished homes. They didn’t draw the attention, nameless, and they left nothing behind but a rose. Not an ordinary rose, but one which seemed as if it was touched by magic. A frozen rose. A silver rose.

I met an elder man, and he told me the amazing story I am now going to tell you. At the time, this man had lost everything. Everything but his wife and his courage. And one day, when he and his wife stood in front of the ruines that they ones called home, a person came to them. A man with long white hair, a soothing smile and calm appearance. He knew more than the two humans could imagine. Their names, the names of their lost children. In mere days, due to the help of this mysterious mage, his powers and the strong, good will of the two humans, their house was again their home. And to thank him, the two invited the mage to stay with them. And so he did. At least for a while. After a few years, the family had almost completely forgotten their sorrows. The mage taught their young daughter great wisdom. And it was as if he knew that his mission was completed. The village was restored, the peace had, more or less, returned and the future of this family was certain. One beautiful summer morning, the family sat by the lake. Their daughter saw the mage going back inside the house, and followed him. She saw how he carefully took a red rose out of his pocket, and laid it on the table. “Are you leaving ?” She asked. And the man smiled at her. He gave the rose to the little girl. “Yes I am, but don’t be sad. Maybe we will meet again some time. Just remember.” He didn’t say what she had to remember, because she just had to remember that he was there. And that there still are kind, helping people in the world. With those words, the man touched one of the petals of the flower the girl held in her hand. And the rose magically froze. Amazed by the shimmering rose and it’s silver color, the girl didn’t see the man leave. But she knew that they’d never forget. And they didn’t.
(Our guild is named this way, because we have the same goals as those nameless, kind souls. To help those in need, and to rediscover the good things of life in this world full of war.)

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