O Amanhecer de Lordaeron

Kingdom of Lordaeron, within the grand cathedral of Stratholme. Hymns and songs of praise echoed through the sacred hall, while the gentle yet radiant light of the Holy Light shone upon the young knight half-kneeling at the center of the nave. Countless eyes were fixed upon this solemn ceremony.

The aged Archbishop Alonsus Faol, holding the sacred tome, made the final and most powerful inquiry to the youth who had fulfilled all the requirements to become a paladin.

“Arthas, do you willingly seek to join the Order of the Silver Hand? Do you vow to follow the guidance of the Holy Light, uphold the eight virtues of the paladin, protect the weak, the women and children, and all innocents, to fight for justice against injustice and evil, to love your homeland, and to safeguard your people and those dear to you?”

The young prince’s eyes shone with a brilliance that outshone even the Holy Light itself. Without hesitation, he proclaimed his oath with a clear and resolute voice.

“Yes, I willingly join the Order of the Silver Hand. I swear to treat the weak with kindness and to stand bravely against tyranny; I swear to oppose all evil and wrongdoing, and to protect the defenseless innocent; I swear to love my homeland, to defend my people, and to remain steadfast to those I love until death; I swear to walk the path of the Holy Light and to become a paladin of the Silver Hand!”

Archbishop Faol, hearing this powerful oath and witnessing the dazzling Light, was deeply gratified. “Your Highness, the Order of the Silver Hand welcomes you.”

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