What We Are
When Lordaeron fell, the faithful who survived it swore an oath in crimson: that no undead thing would rest in the kingdom while one of them still drew breath. The Scarlet Crusade was born of that oath. The Scarlet Enclave was born of its fire.
The Enclave was established within the Crusade as an order of its own, under the banner of High General Brigitte Abbendis, and garrisoned at New Avalon beneath the walls of Tyr’s Hand, the Crusade’s great bastion in the east. Its founders chose the most devout of the Crusade's soldiers, priests and inquisitors and bound them together: drilled like an army, disciplined like a church, and as unforgiving as the Inquisition itself.
It does not hide behind its walls. It holds them. The Enclave stands as a bulwark at the edge of the Plaguelands, and from that bulwark it means to take the land back, field by field and village by village, until the plague is burned out of Lordaeron once and for all.
Sworn before the altar of Tyr’s Hand: no undead shall rest in the Plaguelands while one sworn soul of the Enclave still stands. Every soul is suspect. Every soul may be cleansed. Every oath is kept unto death.
The Enclave answers to a single command. Beneath it serve the sword, the inquisition and the faith, each with its own office and its own duty, and all with the same end: Lordaeron cleansed, and the Light restored to it by fire.
The Command
Brigitte Abbendis
One of the founders of the Scarlet Crusade. She rode with Alexandros Mograine when the Scarlet Monastery was claimed for the Crusade, and at Hearthglen her father, the High General before her, gave his life to shield her. She took up his rank and his war.
No leader of the Crusade hates the undead with a deeper loathing, and none will spend more of her soldiers to see them destroyed. From Tyr’s Hand she plans the Crusade’s campaigns. The Enclave marches beneath her banner.
Beneath her stand two seats. Their names are struck from this page until the Command sees fit to reveal them.
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The First Seat
The Captain
NameCommands the Enclave’s soldiers in the field. Drills the ranks, holds the line, and leads the host wherever the banner is carried.
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The Second Seat
The Champion
NameThe Enclave’s chosen blade. First into every breach and last from the field, sworn to answer any challenge to the Order in blood.
The Chronicle
The history of the Scarlet Crusade, from the fall of Lordaeron to the day the Enclave took up its banner.
The Fall of Lordaeron
Lordaeron fell in the Third War. A plague was carried into its villages in the grain, and those who ate of it died and rose again to serve the Scourge. Prince Arthas Menethil, sent to save his people, returned home a death knight and murdered his father, King Terenas, upon his own throne.
The capital was lost, the Order of the Silver Hand was broken, and the northern kingdom of humanity became a graveyard that would not stay buried.
The dead forget everything. The Crusade forgets nothing.
The Crimson Oath
From the ashes rose the Scarlet Crusade, founded by survivors of the Silver Hand who would not bend: Saidan Dathrohan, Grand Inquisitor Isillien, Taelan Fordring, Renault Mograine, and the High General Abbendis with his daughter Brigitte. Priests of the Holy Light and soldiers with nothing left but their faith took up the crimson beside them.
They swore to purge every undead thing from Lordaeron, and with it every soul the plague had touched. Under Grand Crusader Dathrohan the Crusade became one of the last great human hosts of the north. It trusts no one. It tests everyone.
Every soul is suspect. Every soul may be cleansed.
Bastions of Faith
The Crusade holds what remains of Lordaeron by the sword. The Scarlet Monastery stands in Tirisfal Glades, its Cathedral kept by Scarlet Commander Mograine and High Inquisitor Whitemane. Hearthglen watches over the Western Plaguelands. Tyr’s Hand, the great bastion of the east, is where Grand Inquisitor Isillien keeps his court and High General Abbendis plans the Crusade’s war.
Even in Stratholme, the city where the plague’s worst crime was done, crusaders hold their ground against the Scourge street by street.
Where the banner stands, the dead do not.
Enemies of the Light
The Forsaken have built their city in the ruins beneath Lordaeron’s capital and claim Tirisfal as their own: the dead, walking free, calling themselves a nation. Beyond the Bulwark the Scourge holds the Plaguelands, and its lords still plot from the ruins of the north.
And some who once wore crimson have gone over to the Argent Dawn, content to stand beside anyone, living or dead, who will fight the Scourge. The Crusade calls it weakness.
The Enclave calls it apostasy.
The Enclave Rises
Into this war the Scarlet Enclave was born. Raised under the banner of High General Abbendis and sworn before the altar of Tyr’s Hand, the Enclave holds New Avalon as the Crusade’s bulwark at the edge of the Plaguelands: the wall the dead break against, and the gate the living march out from.
From those walls it means to reclaim the Plaguelands once and for all. Every field, every village and every road the plague has taken will be burned clean and given back to the living. Every step of that road is written here as it is won.
The Crusade holds. The Enclave advances.
Take the Oath
The Scarlet Enclave is seeking characters suited for dark, zealous Scarlet role-play. Soldiers, knights, templars, priests, confessors, inquisitors, magi, scholars, scouts and noble patrons can all find a place within the Order.
- GameWorld of Warcraft: Forever
- RegionEU only.
- RulesetRoleplaying
- WhoHumans only.
- ToneDark, villain-leaning role-play. Zealotry, judgment and war.
The Order Seeks
- Military characters
- Scarlet loyalists
- Templars and holy warriors
- Priests and confessors
- Inquisitors and interrogators
- Mages, wardens and relic keepers
- Nobles, patrons and preachers
- Characters with anti-undead motivations
- Characters suited for morally dark RP
Request to Join
To be carried to the recruiters of the Scarlet Enclave, at New Avalon beneath the walls of Tyr’s Hand
Recruitment is paused while the leadership levels to 60, so the Enclave’s uniform, the direction of its roleplay and its establishment are properly set up first. You are welcome to apply either way, and your petition will be reviewed. Happy levelling!
Your petition is sent to the Enclave.
The recruiters will seek you out in game. If you are taken in, you will be assigned to Captain Harrow’s company.
Kneel, and be judged. Rise, and be sworn. There is no other way into the Enclave, and no way out of it but death.