The sworn were a moving mass, in the dark they were the rippling corners. In the light they were sins and vices.

The sworn were too big for a syndicate but not officially a guild as the system did not allow them the same privileges. The heralds incessantly hunted them, and they hid in the shadows; dirty taverns and sewers to escape the constant scrutiny.

“The age of the Sworn will soon enter a new era, a golden age.” One of the elders were saying, he was strong and old, a sign of some skill. There were constant mutinies in the sworn, they were not a system of truth and honour. They were one with lies and deceit, dark methods were the only way of succession. But as it was their way, there still was a brotherhood. They had to abide by their accords; even the darker ones.

Words had been whispered that things were changing, things were becoming more and more, insidious. The sworn had suddenly grown erratic, they were taking on far riskier jobs and hard roles for greater rewards. Members were moving up into the world and growing to accommodate as best as they could.

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“We are working towards something, I promise you! We are going to create a world where the sworn are allowed to exist in this labyrinth.” Another elder told to them.

They were sitting in on a meeting, a syndicate meeting where different groups within the brotherhood were taking on tasks. But the groups were hindering one another.

DING!

A PRIMORDIAL HAS AWOKEN!

FOR 24 HOURS THE GATES WILL BE UNAVAILABLE WHILE THE SYSTEM EXPANDS.

THE DOMAINS ARE REINTEGRATING AND REMODIFYING!

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NEW QUESTS, NEW TASKS AND NEW PLOTS FOR ALL!

WAIT THE 24 HOURS!

The sworn had not received a notification like that collectively, this was going to create something for them all.

The syndicate were preparing for whatever would happen.