<Rise Again>

[Zadkiel]

Many warm greetings! I am Zadkiel and I would like to introduce you to my guild on Project 1999 (Blue). My guild, <Rise Again>, was brought on by a desire to help the server. During its conception I envisioned a guild full of likeminded individuals who were tired of the drama, and wished for peace between players.

The purpose of <Rise Again> is to form a presence that reaches across Norrath assisting players in need. Eventually, <Rise Again> would be willing to come to the call of guilds needing to bolster their forces for difficult encounters.

The ideal <Rise Again> member is one who has a depth of experience with at least one class, who would be willing to field questions from guild mates and others pertaining to their class quests, skills, and abilities. With this said, <Rise Again> is looking to recruit officers who are Level 60, and have some expertise in at least one other area. Be that raiding, tradeskills, or other useful specialties, like web design, or recruitment.

<Rise Again> will internally focus on leveling characters and helping its members complete their Epic Quests. If you are thinking about applying it is important that you are willing and able to lend a hand to our fellows in the completion of these quests, thus the minimum level requirement has been set at 46 for main characters.

The name of the guild is derived from the poem The Battle-Field by William Cullen Bryant which speaks on the futility of war. We do not wish to wage war against our comrades, instead, let us lift each other up and create a better tomorrow. Let us <Rise Again>.

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So you’re interested in helping build the foundation of this guild from the ground up! Please send me a PM on the forums, or get in touch with me in game. More details to follow.

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The Battle-Field
By William Cullen Bryant

ONCE this soft turf, this rivulet ’s sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands
Encountered in the battle-cloud.

Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed the life-blood of her brave—
Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet,
Upon the soil they fought to save.

Now all is calm, and fresh, and still;
Alone the chirp of flitting bird,
And talk of children on the hill,
And bell of wandering kine are heard.

No solemn host goes trailing by
The black-mouthed gun and staggering wain;
Men start not at the battle-cry,
Oh, be it never heard again!

Soon rested those who fought; but thou
Who minglest in the harder strife
For truths which men receive not now,
Thy warfare only ends with life.

A friendless warfare! lingering long
Through weary day and weary year,
A wild and many-weaponed throng
Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear.

Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof,
And blench not at thy chosen lot.
The timid good may stand aloof,
The sage may frown—yet faint thou not.

Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,
The foul and hissing bolt of scorn;
For with thy side shall dwell, at last,
The victory of endurance born.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies among his worshippers.

Yea, though thou lie upon the dust,
When they who helped thee flee in fear,
Die full of hope and manly trust,
Like those who fell in battle here.

Another hand thy sword shall wield,
Another hand the standard wave,
Till from the trumpet’s mouth is pealed
The blast of triumph o’er thy grave.

[Old Prexus]

I dig the mission statement bud