The Factions of Shadowpoint
Born of the Fracture. Bound by fate. Let the Aether decide.
The Pulling
“You were not summoned here by chance. The Fracture remembers.”
You do not select a path. You are remembered into one.
The placement is not a quiz. It is a revelation—a whisper from the shattered edges of time, drawn forth through your essence. As you respond, the Fracture listens. It measures what burns beneath your skin, what echoes in your silence, and what lingers behind your eyes.
Then it decides.
The faction you awaken within is no mere match. It is a mirror. A calling. A mark left long before you arrived. Whether flame or frost, order or entropy—your Aethermark will surface.
Once chosen, the bond is sealed.
“They weren’t made. They arrived. Or were pulled. Or leaked through.
Each one with a banner and a story they swear is the truth.
Me? I just take notes.”
—The Curator of the Fracture
🔥 Infernal Court
They burned their past behind them. Now they burn everything else.
Rage is ritual. Loyalty is blood.
They don’t start fights. They just finish them first.
☀️ Solar Ascendant
Bathed in light. Bound by law.
They claim to seek balance—but balance rarely bleeds this much.
Their radiance hides a thousand scars.
🛡 Ironclad Phalanx
No gods. No glory. Just code, steel, and the oath you die on.
They don’t march. They fortify.
Every breath they take is borrowed from the battlefield.
🌲 Echo Wilds
They arrived in pieces. They howl in chorus.
Their roots run deeper than the wars do.
If you hear them… it’s already too late.
💧 Azure Arcanum
Don’t bother asking what they want.
They’ll answer in glyphs, riddles, or silence.
Even they don’t know if they’re protectors—or prisoners of their own designs.
Beneath the War
“You think this is about banners and bravado.
It’s not.
It’s about the systems underneath—the ones that don’t care who wins,
only that the game keeps going.”
—The Curator of the Fracture
The Aethermark
You don’t control it. You trigger it.
It responds to memory, pressure, contradiction.
Not what you say—but what you do when you're pushed.
The Fracture sees the real you. The Aethermark just makes it harder to ignore.
🐺 The Summons
They weren’t summoned. They were assigned—gifts, or maybe warnings.
Each one tethered to a faction, not to serve... but to stabilize. Or escalate.
Wolves, yes—but not of flesh.
They’re built from memory, instinct, and unresolved conflict.
They don’t guard you. They watch you.
And when they move, the realm shifts.
⚔️ The Fracture Zones
Lines shift. Territory bends.
You think you’re holding ground, but really…
You’re just delaying erosion.
Win enough and your mark spreads. Lose too long, and it fades.
