The first four oaths were fragile things. They were sworn in temples, in courts, in crypts. Each one splintered under time, the First silenced, the Second enslaved, the Third blinded, the Fourth broken by its own heart. Every oath left only bodies behind.
But the Fifth… the Fifth was born of hunger. Not hunger for food, or power, but the hollow hunger that gnaws when nothing else remains. It was whispered into dying embers by a voice too weak to breathe, a voice that should not have endured. Yet the fire carried it, and the silence listened.
The Fifth Oath is not prayed, not offered. It consumes. Those who take it find themselves unbound from the living — yet tethered to something far worse.
The Oath Itself Can Only Be Activated Under A Campfire: “By dust of tongue and hollow breath, By eye that never shuts, By night that never ends, I bind myself to the Fifth. Silence, devour my name. Darkness, devour my face. Let all who seek me turn away.”
They say the oath does not give protection, but it trades. The issue is that no one knows what the trade is.
Put it on. But speak no vows while wearing it. Or something might hear you.
• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (Heather colors contain polyester) • Fabric weight: 4.2 oz./yd.² (142 g/m²) • Pre-shrunk fabric • Side-seamed construction • Shoulder-to-shoulder taping • Blank product sourced from Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US