In Delos, the city's streets were abuzz with activity, outside the
rebuilt and repurposed Hall of Blades, adjacent to the famed Delosian
Guard headquarters. Observers and lovers of the combat-heavy culture of
the city waited patiently as a new platinum plaque was hammered to its
entrance.

In Courage, the stability of my soul.
In Fortitude, the armor of my will.
In Honor, the most sacred of my obligations.
To these things I am bound, sworn by my life and name, as one of the
Blades.

"Swear by it, or don't," proclaimed Samahi Zorashust, a regal woman clad
in a brilliant suit of armor. "Your actions will ultimately be what is
left to be judged." The alleged ringleader of the reborn Sect of Blades
made no attempt to keep the organization's aims a secret. She welcomed
all to come and visit with her, and spoke proudly of her and her
colleagues' efforts to rebuild the honor-bound order of elite duelists.

Jasquez Tiamo, one such colleague, corraled eager recruits into
organized lines in order to distribute insignias for each aspiring
member to don proudly.

Iernil Road, an elder mage of some variety, was unavailable for comment
on the details of the Hall in which he stood as gatekeeper. "The
contents of the Hall are available to those who have earned entry," was
his only admission.

The Sect of Blades credits their organization with the prominance of
bloodfeuds past; rivalries, it claims, that were settled with a duel
rather than ridicule and defamation of character. Time can only tell how
well the Sect will fare in modern Sapience. For now, interested parties
should keep their eyes and ears open for more rumors, and their minds
attentuated to the Underking's Halls, where surely the rivaling members
of the Sect will be lighting up the aetherwaves with their work.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Khepary, in the year 382 MA.