
The Creation of

THE ORDER OF THE SILVER HAND



k... I LOVE this story. It's why I switched from Aud to Surei this xpac. Seriously... I was reading up on some lore this summer and was nerding
O
out hardcore. That isn't that unusual, but still.
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PALADIN. LORE. ROCKS.
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Anyways... so The First War is over. I haven't talked about that yet but I'll get to it someday... calm down. Stormwind has been burned to the fucking ground by the invading horde. NOT like the movie. No one saved the day. Llane was fucking murdered. Stormwind was destroyed. Lil' Varian had to go live with fucking Arthas. Like I said... I'll explain all of this in later posts.
ALRIGHT, this dude to the right is Archbishop Alonsus Faol. Priests know him. He tells you what to do in your order hall. Faol was the Archbishop of the Holy Order of Northshire Clerics. And he is pissed. Fucking orcs bust in and tear shit up.
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Prayers didn't save them. And Faol is basically like... fuck that.
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SO, he decides that faith alone isn't enough to protect the realm from all the evil shit running around and makes a new order. He recruits knights to train in the ways of the Light and clerics to learn martial combat. Faol makes his cleric
apprentice, Uther, the first of these bad ass holy warriors. Yeah, Uther the Fucking Lightbringer. That one.
This guy right here.
That's Uther. He's awesome. I'll get to his story later.
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So Faol and Uther find a few more to join the ranks of Light wielding bad asses.
Such bad asses include Saidan Dathrohan, Gavinrad, Tirion Fordring, and Turalyon.
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AND THUS THE PALADINS WERE BORN.
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And these guys are a sight to behold on the battle field... smashing orcs and healing allies at the same time. They're pushing the horde back, their powers getting stronger to the point where the orcs eventually are cowering in defeat.
After the war, The Knights of the Silver Hand start recruiting and training in the rebuilt Stormwind and Ironforge. Even Arthas Menethil, Prince of Lordaeron and future Lich King, is sworn in as a Paladin. Things are great. Life is good.
And then come the Scourge of Lordaeron. And this is like nothing no one has ever seen. People get infected, they die for the strange illness, they resurrect as undead. Arthas is losing his shit, trying to save his lands from the undead scourge destroying his people.

This is where shit gets real. The Culling of Stratholme, which, once again, I'll get to eventually, is the holy orders breaking point. Arthas, worn from battle and acting like a crazy person, decides the paladins need to kill every citizen of the city in order to keep them from becoming undead. Uther is all, oh hell no FUCK that. So Arthas banishes him and disbands the order. Some paladins choose to help him, and their downward spiral starts here as well. Once Arthas finds himself a lovely new sword called Frostmourne, it's game over for these guys. Souls of paladins and (spoiler alert) Uther himself get sucked into this shit show.
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The Order is done. Arthas is a dick. Paladins almost disappear.
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But then Tirion. Oh, my boy Tirion. I'm still pissed Blizz killed this guy.

OH YEAH, Tirion's been in exile. I'll tell you about that pile of bullshit later but for now... TIRION FUCKING FORDRING shows up and he is on the warpath. Arthas is being a jackass and Tirion's son, a former Knight of the Silver Hand, has been murdered for trying to leave the Scarlet Crusade.
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Tirion says FUCK YOU ALL. I'm making a new order. And I'm its mother fucking HIGHLORD.
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AND NOW WE HAVE THE ORDER OF THE SILVER HAND.
Eventually, after the Battle of Light's Hope Chapel (DK starting area), Tirion merges the Order with the Argent Dawn, and we get the Argent Crusade. Yeah, that's that stupid tournament dailies hub around Trial of the Crusader up in Icecrown.
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Man... fuck that raid...
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Anyways, the Argent Crusade teams up with the Knights of the Ebon Blade (DKs again, pay attention!) and together we all bust into Icecrown Citadel and FUCK ARTHAS UP.
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Then Legion comes along and here we are. Tirion gave me Ashbringer. I'm the Highlord. I heal you when I damn well feel like it.
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FOR THE LIGHT!