The Esoteric Times is our journal of record—a paper of purpose, not popularity. In a loud world, it keeps our stories typed, structured, and strange.
Tag: Philosophy
Thought pieces, ethics, metaphysics
The Lost Duchies of Vulgaria
Vulgaria is not one place, but seven: its Marken are moods made flesh. Each Province bears secrets, scars, and strength that shape the Order and the land.
The Gothic Flame
The Order’s spirit is fed by gothic horror, pulp adventure, and weird fiction—a torchbearer fellowship drawn to the eerie, the noble, and the sublime.
On Heraldry and the Codex Armorum
In the Order, every chevron and quarter tells a story. The Codex Armorum preserves these heraldic vows as memory, identity, and declaration of duty.
Public, Not Pompous
The Order welcomes all who love the strange and sublime. No canon tests. No gatekeeping. Knowledge shared is a lantern—not a cudgel.
The Esoterica of Participation
Participation in the Order is tracked through deed and memory, not rank. Presence matters more than noise. Every act counts. Every knight is seen.
A Code of Ink and Iron
The Order’s unwritten code—equal parts compass and creed—guides its members through courtesy, curiosity, and a refusal to gatekeep wonder.
A Tale of Two Strike Groups
Beneath the banner of the 4th Battalion, two noble Strike Groups serve in concert: the skyward Demons of the 881st, and the healing Deth Bunnies of the 666th. One flies, one mends, yet both march as one. A fellowship not of costume, but of care. Two standards. One charge. A thousand ways to serve.
A Uniform of Ages
In our Starfleet persona system, rank is not privilege, but performance—measured in imagination and engagement. Age sets the stage, but participation shapes the role. From line officers to crewmen, all may serve. This is a theatre of the soul, not a pageant of epaulettes. Here, we cast not judgment—but roles.
No Gatekeepers Here
Fandom is not a masquerade alone—it is a theatre of the soul. We hold that participation must never be hostage to uniform or thread. No one is lesser for lacking a seamstress, nor greater for bearing epaulettes. To imagine is to belong. This is our oath: no gatekeepers here—only comrades and shared cause.