"Trust strongly in the will of your hearts to guide you, for I have not the sorcerry nor the desire to bend that will to my bidding. For such acts are the device of the wicked and I count myself bereft of such selfish desire. Nay, hold fast my comrades. Hold fast to that which we cherish above all else. For ere the night falls, I shall return... and the righteous cause that binds us together shall fill thine hearts with hope. And thusly, we shall protect that which is our birthright! Stand together! Men... of the North!" 

"Matheiu watches over us all and He empowers us with a divine and righteous might. The demons and wicked shall fall before us. Those who oppose Ireneus' hand shall witness his divine retribution. For together we are a Divine Weapon.  The great justice of Order stands above our enemy as a great hammer poised to strike!"

King Roland Fairchild sat at the great oaken table of Elen'dor listening intently to the convincing yet careful words of the Young King Arumand Silverhand. His armor clad hand prone to drift ocassionally to the sword Lightkeeper which lay fastened to his waiste. He reached for no other reason than to confirm its presence, lest it be stolen by some un forseen cunning.

At length, the King of Men spoke.

"Wise are the words which fall from the mouth of the young Elven King for long has news of this Perilandria Rex troubled my mind. So thusly, here I sit before you all, my Lords... another instrument of good.

But let it be known to those who consider themselves among the wise and learned. There is none who's uttermost source is not in Ireneus, the Divine... and he who moves against HIM shall serve as nothing more than his instrument in devising of things more glorious than hath ever been imagined."