Legends always begin quietly.

They are almost never about Kings, or Queens, rich man, nor socialite. They start with the quiet remembrance of a solitary soul, once quietly tending to their garden, turned great visionary.

Noah was a man of the soil.

He didn't choose the path of saving a small select few for the new world. He was no man of influence, nor any great Deity. Just a poor man getting on with his life with no idea of the great path that lay ahead of him.

The same can be said about Jon Snow, just the hated bastard son of a rich man cast out to the Knights Watch, to keep the southern realm safe from the wildlings, with absolutely no idea the journey he was headed on and the influence he would create.

But some myths, they do not begin written in Ink, they are passed on through ember and bone. The type of myths that are passed on through generations, that no media machine can circus out of existence.

This is not a beginning, but a remembering.

⟁ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦

You will notice there is a new channel in our discord called the forgotten flame. Do not dismiss it because this will speak truths untold, spark mysteries yet unnoticed, and the reveal the silent truths that lay beyond the flame.

It serves as a beacon to wanderers, a hearth for the unseen and unheard. For the people that see a broken world yet feel like they are screaming into the void. That they have seen real solutions to real problems, but it seems like no-one is listening.

This is where the forgotten whispers of lost truths lay hidden underneath the signal.

Firekeepers

You will notice there are people on our discord who bear the mark of the flame -- these were people that through the Great Silence guarded not only the essence, but the future of what is about to unfold.

They might not have understood what they were doing -- only that it was worth keeping.

Respect them, for these are our Dragonlords, our Centurions and Legionnaires -- their roles are a burden, for they carry the weight of the many.

Prologue

Every legend has its Genesis.

Christians had Noah’s Ark, carrying the faithful to a promised land.

In Harry Potter, his parents gave their lives so his legend could rise.

The White Walkers were forged to stop the First Men from overrunning the Children of the Forest.

And yet, every legend born from myth is not told — but found.

One day, wanderers will arrive and discover us.

They’ll sit beside the fire and listen to our stories.

We were not born in silence — but we carried the flame.

This is our prologue.

We were not born in silence -- but we carried the flame.

This post here one day, will be found by many, and remembered as our prologue.

Whispers for the future.

If you think this is the end then you are mistaken. This is but a vast voyage of discovery into the open realm of the brotherhood. Where men and women join together and tell tales of myths long forgotten, stories yet untold.

The path is rich with discovery and exploration for those that dare to take a leap into the unknown.

This is not an unfolding, but a remembrance.

There are many mysterious, sigils, runes, and tokens to uncover on your path traveller.

Glory awaits for the brave few.

Do you sit in silence

Or do you act, knowing not what is before you

Only that it feels right.