When the mists cleared - do you see who remains?

Raise up your eyes to the high points looking over our sacred moors - see to the East ... The Truthkeeper, the luminous Lady Barbara, to the West ... The Quiet Protector ... Lady Sylvia, look to the South - The Wise and Watching - Lilabner and to the north The Twin Wraiths of Nonecan and Luvspbr2 and the ranks of our warriors are swelled by the heart and strong loin of Grodno. The silence is pregnant with the anticipation of the victory to come. We all watch and wait. For in our nostrils now comes to stench of those that have lost their waste in the fear of what dread is about to descend upon their un-holy souls. And Gracie - so well called - murmers under her breath the chants from ages past that brought us strength to retake that which is ours. Built on the words that brought forth laughter and light and joy. Taken by the unseen thumb of despair. We are poised and we are as one. We breathe as one from the oxygen that is loyalty and love. Fill your lungs and be ready with our cry.