"Do you, Bahzell Bahnakson, swear fealty to me?"
"I do." Bahzell said, and Brandark swallowed beside him, for his friend's voice was a firm, quiet echo of the god's subterranean rumble. There was a kinship between them, almost a fusion, and Brandark felt both awed and humbled and strangely excluded as he watched and listened.
"Will you honor and keep my Code? Will you bear true service to the Powers of Light, heeding the commands of your own heart and mind and striving always against the Dark as they require, even unto death?"
"I will."
"Do you swear by my Sword and your own to render compassion to those in need, justice to those you may be set to command, loyalty to those you choose to serve, and punishment to those who knowingly serve the Dark?"
"I do."
"Then I accept your oath, Bahzell Bahnakson, and bid you take up your blade once more. Bear it well in the cause to which you have been called."
Kodex of Tomanak
