As we gaze upon the stars on the Eve of the Iron, thee Lords at thy Forge create wonders that we Guardians covet, collect and pass on to our betters, to wear for glory and for honor and to better ourselves within thy holiest of battlegrounds, the Crucible, we stand around the Gong of Iron, awaiting its burning flame to signal the start of our next Journey. Lord Saladin, Lord and Gatewatcher to the Iron Banner, greatest of tournaments, gives his speech, and may it be full of fruitful knowledge for the young, old and experienced for those whom go fourth to Forge themselves to become better than they are. A prayer said by the lone Dekrai, solitary Hunter of some skill, for the good sportsmanship of his fellows: Oh, ye fellow Guardians, I pray tell I am Dekrai, fare thee well. I hold a prayer for you, to wish you good fortune Good standing and determination In this tournament, be swell. Oh ye Guardians, may you be blessed be With Exotics and Glimmer, The world before you yet shimmer. Oh ye Guardians, fight to claim your place And make sure to not make yourself disgrace. Upon the hills of Mars on high When you shatter thine enemy, a red sky Blood they lay, as they're slayed Will make life sprout someday Within the jungles of Venus, her greenery seek Fallen Guardians over ages that lay bodies meek Stealthy one must be To hide amoung every 'er trees. Ah, Mercury, you burn so hot, Every Guardian comes fighting with a trot You witness these games so well Victory claimed upon you ne'er quelled. The Moon, yes, you reflect the Sun Our boys and girls, victory with you, won. Tell the tales others have heard and none. Mother Earth, birther of us all, You've seen us live and die, rise and fall. Without you we wouldn't be here, standing now Preparing for the Tournament, taking the vow. So to all those whom fight, may you prosper Foster your talents and soar For Lord Saladin shall sound the Gong, and roar "Begin the Iron Banner, and make haste" "Least the skills you train shall go to waste!" Be it Man, Woman, or Child today Watch over us carefully, and say "Praise be to those whom protect us, with Love Light and Justice of yore" "Last until dying breath, revive and fight more, For you Guardian do what you do best When Lord Saladin gives you his test" "And when the Iron Gong is let down, dowsed Come home, exhausted and drowsed" "Food be upon thy table, a bed for you to lay To rise again and fight another day" "To raise the Banner once more, Prove your worth Guardian, earn glory, fame, and More." Now, my fellow Guardians know that I wish You the best of luck, least you served upon silver dish. I, Dekrai, fight alongside you with honor and pride, To be able to see you standing here side by side. May your Thorn be poisonous, Hawkmoon quick Plan C cautious, Pocket Infinity shoot thick Ice Breaker be explosive, P&T silent Gjallerhorn fast and Truth reliant Give your opponent their Last Word Monte Carlo heard S-Regime thunderous, Thunderlord equally so, Super Good Advice come in handy, Invective become so randy With your Necrochasm eye candy. The Fate of All Fools not use you as a tool, Least Dragons Breath make you uncool. Good Hunting Guardians, be quick Silent, deadly, loud, and slick Find your opponent, rip them apart, For that is part of our art. Be courteous to teammates, treat them well Do so and rewarded you shall. With that Guardians, I say goodbye... Nay, I say, I will see you in the Iron Banner! Bye!