Sword Codex, The

I. The Oath
''Blades of Argus, kneel and swear fealty to the Order of the Hand. By this Oath, you are henceforth bound to the duties and orders you are given. Your swords shall defend the helpless, liberate the weak, preserve the peace, and delegate justice. Failure to uphold this, your sworn Oath, will result in death upon your own blade. Serve with pride; serve with honor; serve forever.''

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Father would have been proud; over the years he had seen two sons and one other daughter grow to become fine paladins and warriors. As Jordis rose to her feet, resheathing her two-handed greatsword at her back, she looked around at the faces of her battalion. They had grown together, trained together, defended one another, but from here on out, they were on their own. As they were dismissed, Jordis kept away from the rabble-rousing as her battle-mates went to celebrate their Oathing; she was in no mood to celebrate. Her hand drifted up over her right shoulder, fingers lightly brushing the leather-wrapped handle of the sword slung there.

So fine a blade deserves a name... The Night Elf she'd met on the ship from Auberdine had told her that. He had seemed so calm and confident, almost at peace with himself. Jordis sometimes wished she could have that kind of reservation, but always within her burned the deep-set desire to prove her worth. She had come from a long line of great warriors and faithful paladins; names from her family were smattered throughout history in great battles for the Draenei people. She had yet to make such a name for herself; how could she name her sword when neither of them had done anything to warrant having one?