To uphold the sacred vows sworn before the divine, unwavering in the face of adversity and temptation.
To stand resolute against darkness, wielding righteous fury as both shield and sword for the innocent.
To trust in the light eternal, even when shadows threaten to consume all hope and reason.
To render unto each their rightful due, tempered with mercy yet unbending in truth.
I swear to be the bulwark against the encroaching darkness.
To bear witness to truth when falsehood reigns supreme.
To raise my blade not in wrath, but in solemn duty.
To grant peace to those beyond redemption, that their souls may find sanctuary in the eternal.
Words etched upon blessed steel, carried into battle as oath and burden.
"Upon this steel I bind my fate: their souls to Heaven, mine to the flame."
"By righteous stroke I cleanse their sin; by that same stroke mine own is sealed."
In these hallowed halls, we forge warriors of unwavering conviction. Those who would take up the mantle must possess strength of body, clarity of mind, and purity of purpose.