Axios of Balance
In shadowed sanctuaries and wind-swept highlands, where flickering candles never fully gutter, the Axios of Balance keep silent vigil. They are the still hands of Synapsid, the great dragon whose scales shimmer—half black, half white, ever-shifting with the tides of Order and Chaos across Galfin. Axios monks, scribes, and seers tend altars where obsidian and ivory meet, their candle flames dancing in black and white spirals, reflecting the current state of the realm’s equilibrium. When the flame leans dark, it signals creeping law; when pale, it warns of spiraling anarchy. Axios do not act, they witness. They transcribe every shift, whisper predictions, and send word to their militant kin—the Petitioners—when balance tips too far. While the Petitioners bear steel and conviction, the Axios wield parchment and patience, faithful that Synapsid’s will can only be read in stillness. Their sigil, a swirling flame of black and white, marks hidden shrines and stone tablets buried in the folds of the world.
