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u'Jacob Sertan \u2022 Founder \u2022 Khanid-Pureblood \u2022 Warden of the Veil.
Chuck Iceman L \u2022 Ice-Priest \u2022 Amarr-Pureblood \u2022 Frostmarked Heretic.
Rhea Hoshiko \u2022 Mining Foreman \u2022 Caldari-Achura \u2022 Disciple of the Veiled Scripture

These three\u2014Warden, Disciple, Heretic\u2014form the Triune of the Veil. Under their command, Ironveil does not harvest the void.
Ironveil cleanses it.

\u2756 IRONVEIL INDUSTRIES \u2756
\u201cWhere the Veil Thins, Faith Sharpens.\u201d

Beyond the borders of empire, beyond the reach of Concord and the gaze of timid priests, Ironveil Industries labors in the coldest wounds of the void. Here, the ice does not simply freeze\u2014it remembers. The asteroids do not simply drift\u2014they whisper. And those who have ears to hear know that the cosmos is neither silent nor sane.

Ironveil is no corporation.
It is a crucible, a monastery forged from steel and frost, consecrated in shadow and sustained by revelation. Its fleets prowl the forgotten belts where forbidden scripture sinks into the ore itself, where miners return glass-eyed and trembling, speaking of shapes in the frozen void who wisper their names.

The unfaithful call this madness
We call it instruction

THE CALL TO THOSE WHO TREMBLE IN THE DARK

You who feel the weight of unseen eyes as you warp through dead constellations\u2026
You who sense the wrongness coiled behind shattered moons.
You who feel the Veil brushing your mind like a cold fingertip.

You are already chosen.

Ironveil summons you not for strength, but for susceptibility\u2014
for only the receptive can hear the Abyssal Light,
and only the broken can be reforged into instruments of the Cleansing.

Serve the Warden
Endure the Heretic
Learn beneath the Disciple

Enter the Ironveil, where fear is cut away like diseased flesh.

THE OATH OF THE VEIL-BORN RECRUIT

(To be spoken at the first descent into the ice caverns)

\u201cI kneel before the Veil,
and heed the Call that gnaws the soul.
I rise for no mortal throne,
for all mortal thrones shall freeze and die.

My breath is not my own\u2014
it is a borrowed flame from God.
My hands are not my own\u2014
they are tools of His cold judgment.

Where ice forms, I shall shatter it.
Where shadow gathers, I shall sanctify it.
Where heresy festers, I shall freeze it into silence.

I pledge my flesh to the labor of purification,
my mind to the discipline of obedience,
my soul to the black radiance that bleeds through the veil of the Void

In frost, I find purity.
In shadow, I find truth.
In void, I find liberation.
In Ironveil, I am unmade\u2014
and remade into a blade of God.\u201d

Warriors of God\u2014cast out fear.
Fear is a heresy that stains the soul.
Tear it from yourself. Feed it to the cold.

THE GLACIAL ASCENSION APPROACHES

Join Ironveil Industries.
Hear the static-scripture.
Wield the iceborn wrath.
Become one of the sanctified few who carve God\u2019s will into the black.

ENLIST.
CLEANSE.
CARVE THE VOID OPEN.

By Blood.
By Ice.
By God.'