CorporazioneAttivaAttaccabile in guerra
[SACR.] Sacramentum Sanguinis
14 membriTasse 0%Fondata nel 2026
- Kill
- 120
- +120 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Perdite
- 34
- +34 negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Efficienza
- Efficienza ISK 100%
- ISK distrutti
- 99.66B
- +99.66B negli ultimi 90 giorni
- Attività
- Alta
- 1,3 kill/giorno · ultimi 90 giorni
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 120
- Perdite
- 34
- Indice di pericolo
- 68%
- Colpi finali
- 81
- Punti
- 106
ISK
- Distrutti
- 99.66B
- Persi
- 185.8M
- Bilancio
- +99.47B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 36
- Percentuale solo
- 30%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 11
- Quota perdite NPC
- 32%
- Attività
- Alta
Attività
Cosa vola la corporazione, dove combatte, le ultime kill e perdite
I più preziosi
Le kill più costose del periodo
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene uccisa e cosa perde
Ultimi 90g
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Descrizione
There is no safety in the stars.
There is only distance.
There is only steel.
There is only the belief
that another will arrive
before the blade has fallen.
The weak mistake protection for strength.
They gather beneath the guns of empires,
beneath the seals of law,
beneath the watch of wardens,
and call themselves secure.
They are not.
For no law may unspill blood.
No judgment may restore
the vessel already broken.
No fleet may return
the moment once surrendered.
The faithful know
consequence does not erase purpose.
Let the guns of the empire turn upon us.
Let judgment descend.
Let our vessels burn
beside those we have chosen.
The sacrifice remains
though the priest bleeds.
The rite remains
though its servant dies.
Flesh is temporary.
Steel is temporary.
Judgment is temporary.
Only will endures.
Before the hunt,
we ask for no blessing.
We ask only for clarity.
Let the eye distinguish
the worthy from the worthless.
Let the hand remain steady.
Let hesitation be cut away.
Before us pass the deathless.
They travel beneath guarded stars,
surrounded by wealth,
machines,
and borrowed protection.
They know another body waits.
Another breath.
Another heartbeat.
Another awakening.
And in this knowledge
they become careless.
They mistake immortality
for invulnerability.
They are not the same.
The deathless carry
a precious offering:
a vessel renewed after destruction,
blood made to flow again.
What greater chalice
could the heavens provide?
Let the vessel open.
Let the blood speak.
Let the clone awaken.
Let them remember
that eternity does not grant dominion.
It grants another offering.
The hunter does not rage.
The hunter does not plead.
The hunter does not ask
whether the law approves.
The hunter observes.
The hunter measures.
The hunter waits.
And when the moment is worthy,
the hunter acts.
Not every death is sacred.
Not every ruin has meaning.
Not every act of violence
reveals strength.
A fool destroys
because destruction pleases him.
The faithful choose.
They understand the cost
before the act.
They see punishment approaching
and act regardless.
This is will.
This is purpose.
Blood is not merely spilled.
Blood is revealed.
In blood,
fear becomes visible.
Weakness becomes undeniable.
Titles become meaningless.
Miner.
Trader.
Soldier.
Merchant.
Capsuleer.
Immortal.
All names vanish
when the vessel is broken.
All that remains
is the offering.
So let the stars witness.
Let the gates remain guarded.
Let the wardens remain vigilant.
Let the empires proclaim their order.
We require none of their permission.
We require only
a worthy moment,
a chosen vessel,
a steady hand,
and blood.
From flesh, the vessel.
From blood, the truth.
From sacrifice, ascension.
Let no worthy offering pass unseen.
And when our vessel burns,
when judgment finds us,
when steel becomes fire
and fire becomes wreckage,
let there be no mourning.
The sacrament
has already been completed.
The blood was given.
The will was proven.
The hunter chose.
By the time judgment descends,
the blood has already spoken.
There is only distance.
There is only steel.
There is only the belief
that another will arrive
before the blade has fallen.
The weak mistake protection for strength.
They gather beneath the guns of empires,
beneath the seals of law,
beneath the watch of wardens,
and call themselves secure.
They are not.
For no law may unspill blood.
No judgment may restore
the vessel already broken.
No fleet may return
the moment once surrendered.
The faithful know
consequence does not erase purpose.
Let the guns of the empire turn upon us.
Let judgment descend.
Let our vessels burn
beside those we have chosen.
The sacrifice remains
though the priest bleeds.
The rite remains
though its servant dies.
Flesh is temporary.
Steel is temporary.
Judgment is temporary.
Only will endures.
Before the hunt,
we ask for no blessing.
We ask only for clarity.
Let the eye distinguish
the worthy from the worthless.
Let the hand remain steady.
Let hesitation be cut away.
Before us pass the deathless.
They travel beneath guarded stars,
surrounded by wealth,
machines,
and borrowed protection.
They know another body waits.
Another breath.
Another heartbeat.
Another awakening.
And in this knowledge
they become careless.
They mistake immortality
for invulnerability.
They are not the same.
The deathless carry
a precious offering:
a vessel renewed after destruction,
blood made to flow again.
What greater chalice
could the heavens provide?
Let the vessel open.
Let the blood speak.
Let the clone awaken.
Let them remember
that eternity does not grant dominion.
It grants another offering.
The hunter does not rage.
The hunter does not plead.
The hunter does not ask
whether the law approves.
The hunter observes.
The hunter measures.
The hunter waits.
And when the moment is worthy,
the hunter acts.
Not every death is sacred.
Not every ruin has meaning.
Not every act of violence
reveals strength.
A fool destroys
because destruction pleases him.
The faithful choose.
They understand the cost
before the act.
They see punishment approaching
and act regardless.
This is will.
This is purpose.
Blood is not merely spilled.
Blood is revealed.
In blood,
fear becomes visible.
Weakness becomes undeniable.
Titles become meaningless.
Miner.
Trader.
Soldier.
Merchant.
Capsuleer.
Immortal.
All names vanish
when the vessel is broken.
All that remains
is the offering.
So let the stars witness.
Let the gates remain guarded.
Let the wardens remain vigilant.
Let the empires proclaim their order.
We require none of their permission.
We require only
a worthy moment,
a chosen vessel,
a steady hand,
and blood.
From flesh, the vessel.
From blood, the truth.
From sacrifice, ascension.
Let no worthy offering pass unseen.
And when our vessel burns,
when judgment finds us,
when steel becomes fire
and fire becomes wreckage,
let there be no mourning.
The sacrament
has already been completed.
The blood was given.
The will was proven.
The hunter chose.
By the time judgment descends,
the blood has already spoken.