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Alliance: | None | CEO: | Jynx Cecg |
| Kills: | 0 | HQ: | ||
| Losses: | 0 | Members: | 6 | |
| ISK destroyed: | 0.00B | Shares: | 1000 | |
| ISK lost: | 0.00B | Tax Rate: | 5.0000000745058% | |
| Efficiency: | 0% | Website: | https://youtu.be/eP52SxhgikE?si=fg76PRv7nFIZO4_5 |
u'Monks of the Silent Sanctum
\u2014\u201cIn silence, fire speaks.\u201d
They came from the ashes of dead alliances and shattered doctrines, pilgrims drifting in the black. No one knows the name of the world they left behind\u2014only that it burned. From that fire, a handful of brethren survived: not soldiers, not statesmen, but ascetics\u2014miners of silence, guardians of forgotten light.
They did not return to empire. They turned outward, to the cold. Where others saw emptiness, they saw a sanctum. The void became their monastery.
In an uncharted system beyond the edge of known nullsec, they laid the foundations of a new Order. No banners were raised. No wars were declared. They built in silence, cloistered in the ore-rich bones of drifting giants. Their stations do not appear on public maps. Their communications are encrypted in liturgical tongues, understood only by the initiated.
The Rule of the Sanctum is simple:
Work. Watch. Wait.
They mine not for wealth, but for endurance. They fight not for glory, but for preservation. Every drop of ore is a prayer. Every gank thwarted is a hymn. Every relic unearthed is a fragment of a psalm no longer sung.
Some say they worship the stars. Others claim they await a reckoning\u2014a return of the "First Light of Creation" they say once walked among the nebulae. There are rumors of a codex, spoken aloud only once per generation, and of a vigil kept on a cloaked structure in the farthest reaches of their system\u2026 a place where no comms reach, and no man returns unchanged.
Their faces are hidden behind visors etched with scriptural runes. Their ships bear no corp insignia, only the mark of the Silent Flame\u2014a single, flickering torch against the dark. Those who mock them tend not to repeat the mistake. Those who join them tend not to speak again of their past.
There is no recruitment. Only calling.
You will not find the Monks.
They will find you.'
\u2014\u201cIn silence, fire speaks.\u201d
They came from the ashes of dead alliances and shattered doctrines, pilgrims drifting in the black. No one knows the name of the world they left behind\u2014only that it burned. From that fire, a handful of brethren survived: not soldiers, not statesmen, but ascetics\u2014miners of silence, guardians of forgotten light.
They did not return to empire. They turned outward, to the cold. Where others saw emptiness, they saw a sanctum. The void became their monastery.
In an uncharted system beyond the edge of known nullsec, they laid the foundations of a new Order. No banners were raised. No wars were declared. They built in silence, cloistered in the ore-rich bones of drifting giants. Their stations do not appear on public maps. Their communications are encrypted in liturgical tongues, understood only by the initiated.
The Rule of the Sanctum is simple:
Work. Watch. Wait.
They mine not for wealth, but for endurance. They fight not for glory, but for preservation. Every drop of ore is a prayer. Every gank thwarted is a hymn. Every relic unearthed is a fragment of a psalm no longer sung.
Some say they worship the stars. Others claim they await a reckoning\u2014a return of the "First Light of Creation" they say once walked among the nebulae. There are rumors of a codex, spoken aloud only once per generation, and of a vigil kept on a cloaked structure in the farthest reaches of their system\u2026 a place where no comms reach, and no man returns unchanged.
Their faces are hidden behind visors etched with scriptural runes. Their ships bear no corp insignia, only the mark of the Silent Flame\u2014a single, flickering torch against the dark. Those who mock them tend not to repeat the mistake. Those who join them tend not to speak again of their past.
There is no recruitment. Only calling.
You will not find the Monks.
They will find you.'
