From the Journal of Elion Karsis
Founding Record — Argent Brotherhood, Wardens of the Unforgotten Sun
I did not found the Argent Brotherhood because I believe we will win.
I founded it because silence had begun to feel like agreement.
The Forever Night is not a natural disaster. It is not weather. It is not an age one adapts to like colder winters or longer famines. It is a crime. A deliberate rupture imposed upon the world and then normalized through exhaustion. Survival under it is not virtue. Endurance is not absolution.
Too many have confused persistence with innocence.
The world has learned to live under the Night because it has forgotten how to accuse it.
The Brotherhood exists to remember.
Silver is not sacred because it glows or burns or disrupts the undead. Silver matters because it refuses assimilation. It does not bend to blood, does not harmonize with spectacle, does not learn to coexist with corruption. It remains incompatible. In a world that has adapted itself to horror, incompatibility is the closest thing to moral clarity.
We wield silver not as tradition, but as indictment.
Relics are not symbols to us. They are not myths to be revered or artifacts to be archived. They are obligations left unfinished. Every Vessel, every shard of arrested dawn, every weapon that remembers sunlight carries a demand forward in time:
Finish what was interrupted.
The Argent Brotherhood does not seek comfort. We do not seek balance. We do not seek coexistence with the Night. We seek restitution.
We are called extremists by those who profit from delay. Terrorists by those who mistake stability for justice. Criminals by regimes that require forgetting in order to function.
Let them name us what they like.
We did not choose this burden because we were strong. We chose it because the world had become too tired to carry it.
Someone must remember that the sun did not leave politely.
Someone must reject the lie that this darkness is sustainable.
Someone must act as if catastrophe still deserves response.
That is why we organize.
That is why we arm.
That is why we do not negotiate with eternity.
The Forever Night persists because too many have accepted it as context.
We reject context.
We recognize only obligation.
And until the sun either returns—or is proven truly dead—we will continue to behave as if the crime is ongoing.
Because it is.