In the Lands of Stone, blood determines family.
This is what most believe. That the ties which bind are woven in the womb, passed from mother to child in an unbroken chain stretching back to the first people who walked upon the endless rocks.
But the Warriors know a different truth.
They know that there exists another kind of bond, one forged not in birth but in battle. Not in the sharing of blood, but in the spilling of it. When two Warriors face each other with weapons raised and intent clear, something sacred occurs in the space between them!
A spar is is confession. It is trust given physical form. When you raise your weapon against another and they raise theirs against you, you are saying without words: I will show you my weaknesses. I will reveal the gaps in my defense. I will let you see the fears I hide from everyone else.
And they say the same to you.
