Three years ago, Black Sparrow gathered Sir Henry Morgan and Captain Dungeness to lead a guild that would work to help shorten the learning curve for landlubbers in surviving and prospering in Avonmora. Since that day, many feet have tread upon the docks and decks that make up the Iron Helm, many have come and gone. Some have stayed to help others get their sea legs, others left to seek fame and glory, and others be lost at sea. It be a good three years.

It be only proper to celebrate our third year with all of Avonmora, as we be humbled by the fact that many friends and alumni of the Iron Helm abound throughout Avonmora.

120,000,000 gold coin will be awarded as gifts and prizes throughout the festival!

How long we celebrate, well, that depends upon two conditions:

1.) How long the rum holds out
2.) if total sobriety is conquered.

There will be an event that will wrap up our celebration ye all will want to keep a weather eye out for -

The first contest will be announced here directly - until then, stop by as raise a glass with us. Be ye alumni or not, all be welcome to join us as we celebrate three well-weathered years as the Iron Helm, and look forward to the another year!

I raise a keg of finest tequila unto thee all : my humble thanks for all your help as I navigated my first forays into the mysteries of Avonmora : salute!

Congrats to all of members of HELM and huge one to the leaders I raise my bottle of rum for this occasion

Congratulations, Helm! Though I be not among thy alumni, I harbour great respect for thy work educating future clients and targets. May your ships always sail the seas of Avonmora, your banks safely hold my gold, and your words of wisdom continue to teach the new citizens that arrive to our little world.

Happy anniversary to the Iron Helm. Congratulations to the 3 sea dogs who lead the guild.

Well done.

Hip hip hurray! What do we do with the drunken sailor?

Happy anniversary to Helm. I learned a lot while I was a member, and I will always hold a deep respect for the guild.

Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale,
And drink to the Iron Helm before it shall fail;
Pile each on your platter a mountain of beef,
For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief:
So fill up your glass,
For life will soon pass;
When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your pirate king or your lass!

Congrats to a fine guild,
Tom Lowe

Happy Anniversary to Helm! I enjoyed my time there. May your rum never dry up

To the Iron Helm! I raise my glass to the. Thank you for the guidance and support!