"We started it, because we had no home. No family. It was foolish to think others also weren't in the same situation, so we made it open to anyone looking for a place and a people to call theirs. Now we find ourselves needing to protect it."
-Korithane Adderton, the first vanguard of the Blackmoon Sentinels
Quill took to parchment, scrawling the words out with determined purpose, only pausing so the pen's tip could be refreshed in the nearby inkwell. Samirex seemed oblivious to everything else around her as she worked in an almost single-minded manner. The wolf curled up at her feet flicked an ear in her direction every time the woman muttered to herself, and on occassion even huffed a reply or two.
Finally, she stopped. Samirex leaned back in her chair to stretch, one hand reaching up to scratch at her cheek. It left a smear of ink across her skin, but she ignored it as she took time to review her work.
Home. Clan. Family. These words bring to mind a sense of security, safety, and comfort. The desire to belong to something, in some way, is part of one's nature. What we belong to, the people that make up our family, our clan, our pack, contributes to one's personal identity. Blood does not a family make, for it is instead the bonds that one forms with another that truly creates such a relationship. It is often taken for granted, but this is a thing to be cherished and protected. To what ends would YOU go to do so?
The <Blackmoon Sentinels> was created for those that had nothing to call home or family. Its purpose was to provide such a thing in the event that one needed it, without concern for their history or the current going-ons in their lives. As with all things precious, the sense of community, of belonging and security, the right to not only live but THRIVE, must be defended against any and all that would see it destroyed.
It is for this reason that those within our ranks have been committed to the Alliance in this war.
There comes a time when even the most outspoken peace advocate must take up arms against a threat. "Hope for peace, and prepare for war" was one of many things our first vanguard said to me. Blackmoon needs those who are dedicated, for fickle men make poor warriors. Blackmoon needs not monsters, as those are the things our wrath is reserved for. Blackmoon requires those whose fury is tempered with compassion, who can find purpose both on and off the battlefield. Blackmoon needs more than just fighters. We need healers, teachers, craftsmen and holy men. Blackmoon survives only because of its clan, its family, its pack.
If you believe such a thing to be worthy, then Blackmoon needs YOU.
We are civilians, and we are soldiers. We are men and women and even children. We are human and elf, dwarf and gnome, draenei and worgen. We count ourselves as members of the Alliance, and that is where our loyalty lies. Glory and honor to the Alliance!
-Vanguard Samantha D. Redwell