MISSION

-To educate new members in Dagorhir in the ideals of sportsmanship, craftsmanship, and technique

-To further develop the techniques and skills of veteran fighters

-To help with the growth of Dagorhir

-To fight fairly as to be an example to the rest of Dagorhir

-To party as hard as possible at all campouts

-To enjoy Dagorhir to the fullest

In the lands yonder bards sing tales to the drunken, bandits whisper to their company and mothers chastise their children with threats of Great Wolves. Wind Elementals some call them, Great Forest Spirits others, the priests go as far as calling them the empty bowels of Fenrir himself. They strike and disappear like a bolt of lightning and leave devastation as loud as the thunder that follows. Though many legends are told one thing is certain howls are being heard in the night stretching from Angaron, through Aratari, even as far as Albion, the blood red moon is in the sky and a fast cool breeze has picked up moving the trees and bushes, the signs are met, the doors and windows are being barricaded in vain, the corpses will soon rise high, the Wolfpack is on the move...