A place to lie the questions on a throne of gold, which life has built. Creating masters out of them, ruling over beings alive and long dead.
Leave your questions on the throne and let out your frustrations, thus said the master…and let them be written in the pages of history, where everyone will know. That once, in a sanctum hidden among others, a scroll is buried underneath. A scroll of life questions and pain. Written in dark ink, with smoke covering their secret. That powers the domain.
First master, Question of the order, rises up it’s righteous sword and speaks:
1.Let there be quiet and peace in the sanctum.
2.Fighting is forbidden.
3.Debates are to be private in the moment of overheat.
4.Respect thy enemy, as you respect your own view of the world.
5.Leave your judgement at the door, as you will leave a piece of you upon exiting.
6.Know the community guidelines, or be purified.
7.Flirting and inappropriate content is forbidden.
8.You can meet the Keeper, but do not speak to him.