I.
Blood
Bound by ritual, not contract.
Our membership is not a roster. It is a rite. At the Bal Pourpre, in March of MMXXVI, we cut our hands and mixed our blood at midnight. Jeb received it, Nox and Coy received it, and the founding members carried what was left into the years to come.
We do not ask new members to bleed for the trial of it. We ask because there is no other measure that survives. We have been left by friends, by lovers, by guilds. We have left them in return. The vow that holds is the one written in something you cannot withdraw.