This is not a Terms of Service. This is the physics of our domain. By remaining within these walls, you accept the gravity of our law.
This Citadel (Order II Be) is a sovereign digital territory. It is not a public square; it is a constructed reality. By crossing the Threshold, you cease to be a mere user and become a Seeker. This Pact is the unshakeable law that governs your presence here.
To draw artifacts from The Forge, you must consecrate a Seeker’s Sanctum (Account). This is your private space. You are its sole guardian. If you allow a profane hand to access your Sanctum, the dissonance—and the debt—is yours alone to bear.
We do not deal in illusions. Every artifact in The Forge has passed The Gaze. We decree their nature (descriptions and images) with absolute fidelity. However, the screen you gaze through is an imperfect vessel; minor variances in color or scale are the shadows of the digital medium, not a deception of the Order.
This Citadel is a temple of ascent. We do not tolerate the profane. You vow to reject:
Violation invokes immediate banishment.
Everything you see—the code, the sigils, the scripture, the very curve of the buttons—is the crystallized will of The Order. It is our Intellectual Property. You may witness it, you may admire it, but you may not clone it. To steal our face is to invite our wrath.
We forged this Citadel, but we do not control the winds of the internet. We provide this domain "As Is." We do not vow that it will be uninterrupted or free of the world's inherent chaos. We promise power, not perfection.
Should a fracture occur that cannot be mended by discourse, this Pact is governed by the laws of our founding Citadel. All disputes shall be resolved in the courts of our jurisdiction. The law of the land mirrors the law of the Order.
You have read the law. Your presence is your signature. Welcome to the Order.
