Anthems & Origins
Our lives' tapestries had but one common thread,
Via fate, fortune, or purpose - to Stormreach we did ride.
Oh this land! Deneithian horns! Kundarak bankers' rich bread;
the Twelve watching. Now met with fair companions at side!
Wait! A gathering of souls. A bond. A guild! The Wulfepack!
Borne from need (kill or be felled!), some see more...
Allies, nay friends! - jests kissed with kindness - scrying our track;
Reysalon's heights, gloom of Sschindylryn, parched Sands, the Fens' moor.
Wulfepack! Leaders beget leaders, aged teach young;
Wulfepack! Lives re-lived, favor earned, tales retold!
Family! Journeys many, failures bested by fun!
Family! All are welcome - crafty, wise, and most bold.
Dear guildmates, what's missing? What awaits at day's end?
A fit home for our Wulfepack - Haven! - Ship! - Winter's Den!