What words can better sum up what we stand for than these :

"From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered, -

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother"

What better charter to explain our guild than this...

If we are marked to die, we are enow

To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men the greater share of honour.

God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By, Jove, I am not covetous for gold;

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear ;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires:

But if it a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my cause, wish not a man from Norrath:

God's peace ! I would not lose so great an honour,

As one man more, methinks, would share from

For the best hope I have. O do not wish me more!

Rather proclaim it.

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

And crowns for convoy be put into his purse:

We would not die in that man's company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the Feast of Crispian :

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say, Tomorrow is Saint Cripian :

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say, These wounds I had on Crispin's day.

Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,

But he'll remember with advantages

What feats he did that day : then shall our names

Familiar in thier mouths as household words, -

Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, -

Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered, -

This story the good man teach his son ;

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered, -

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ;

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

This day shall gentle his condition :

And gentlemen in Norrath now a-bed

Shall think themselves accursed that they were not here

And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day.

Pretty deep, huh? That was a verse from William Shakespeare's "King Henry V" (with Norrath substituting for England). It proclaims fellowship and brotherhood for those brave enough to stand with honor and fight with their comrades. Not for gold or items, but for the sake of honor itself.

Not exactly your typical Charter but we dont want to be a typical guild. :)

Our thanks to Lady Lace for reminding us of the power and beauty of this verse and suggesting it as our foundation and reason for being. - Mishap 

We are a community of players, a family, that enjoy roleplaying. We shall offer assistance as needed, grouping with fellow members or other adventurers in Norrath. We shall rid Norrath of all evil in any way possible. A members word and actions are the most honored of all aspects in the Guild.

May Truth and Honor guide all of our members.