centuries ago, undergoing the ritual to become a swordsworn was a sacred duty for those with the strongest of wills. a permanent sacrifice to split your body and soul into two entities: the soul to become a living instrument of arcane destruction, and the body to remain as the hand to wield it.
even so… as time passed and human society evolved, these arcane knights slowly faded away into something of a myth or legend — seen as a dangerous path in life full of terrifying unknowns, with little concrete knowledge documented about the nature of the swordsworn themselves.
still… times may change, but the laws of magick don’t.
perhaps it’s for the best to usher in a new era, to steel your spine and face the endless unknown head-on. to become something greater than yourself, or shatter your soul trying.
over the past century, the varynth isles have adapted well to both the resurgence of the scorned, as well as the reintroduction of the arcane into society. magick is quickly becoming sensationalized, thanks to the belief that returning to the old ways will be this world's salvation. more and more people are attempting to undergo the ritual, but in bringing magick back to the world, we risk losing sight of what it all truly means.