The road has been long. Northrend was the beginning, when the Broherhood of the Dawn's father chapter, the Brotherhood of the Light were the first on the beaches of Northrend -- before Horde or Alliance. They marched through the tundra and the icy reaches to tear down the last of the misguided Scarlet heretics, into the corrupted realm of the frost trolls and into the mountain prison of Yogg-Saron, and lastly into the dreaded citadel of Icecrown itself to join the heroic charge that smote Arthas the Lich King. Many have been the obstacles to victory, yet through it all they have triumphed and ever do the accolades of the Brotherhood grow. Wherever their banner had been planted victory followed while the banners of the fallen decorated their fortress home in Hearthglen; trophies of war.
The gullet of Blackwing has been purged and its reanimated master once again put down. The great Bastion of the Twilight cult has been left a smoldering ruin. The Throne of Ragnaros has sundered indefinitely. The Destroyer's remains were scattered to the seas, the last recovered bits of him strung up for view in Stormwind and Orgrimmar. The world's inhabitants once again formed a brittle pact to see to it that their home was not destroyed. What remained after the smoke cleared, however, was a monumental task: The healing of the world. The Brotherhood stood ever ready. The pact between the Alliance and the Horde did not last, however, as conflict arose once more, building up to more atrocious acts on either side to both defend their homes and vanquish their foes.
It was not just warriors who win battles for the mighty Brotherhood; indeed it was the Order as a whole. Brilliant researchers and artificers who unravelled the mysteries of the past and developed new methods and equipment to further the goals of the Order. Medical geniuses who lead the way in scientific and magical healing as well as countered plagues of the Scourge and the new threat of the Forsaken. Scouts, spies, saboteurs, and assassins who kept the Order safe from the shadows with one hand and visited death upon their enemies with the other. The skills of those within the Order are as varied as those who are welcome within it.
War is on the horizon. The air is thick with fear and anticipation. The Brotherhood of the Dawn once stood between, watching with mounting tension as conflict slowly crept too close to home. After lengthly deliberation, the choice was made. The Order dissolved its ties to the Argent Crusade and placed it standard among those that stood with the Alliance. There are no delusions of conquest and glory by blood; their goal is clear: to end the war and usher balance into the world.
What of you, then? Will you stand by and wait for your time to come to an end? Or will you rise up and strike down the enemies of the Alliance? Turn your eyes from foolish thoughts of peace and negotiation. War ends when one side loses. Will you stand with us? Will you give everything to those that will stand beside you? Do you have what it takes to fight to the last man? To plunge your bloodied weapon into the very hearts of Azeroth's enemies? If so, then seek us out, for we will be expecting you.
~Brotherhood of the Dawn~