Sons of the Sun
Faith never dies out.
Power is born from certainty.
The Sons of the Sun raise temples where others raise walls. Their dominion rests on dogma, fire and obedience.
The World
Six clans govern the Wasteland. None controls it entirely.
Faith never dies out.
Power is born from certainty.
The Sons of the Sun raise temples where others raise walls. Their dominion rests on dogma, fire and obedience.
United we do not fall.
To resist is to exist.
In the north, the cold shows no mercy. The Sons of the Ice have turned endurance into law and honor into a form of survival.
The weak serve, the strong rule.
The world submits or burns.
Forged among mines, furnaces and living rock, the Sons of the Volcano believe all power must be proven through strength.
Cunning masters strength.
Patience kills more than the sword.
Among roots, poisons and black waters, the Sons of the Swamp have learned that control does not always need to be shown.
Nothing stops the tide.
Everything flows. Everything is negotiated.
Masters of routes, ports and debts, the Sons of the Sea know that a promise can weigh more than a sword.
Silence is our sword.
What is not seen… decides.
The Sons of the Shadow govern from tunnels, rumors and secrets. Their strength lies in not needing to be seen.