Occultists roam across Malorum in search of the knowledge that will deliver their people from the dead. They hide their faces beneath masks in deference to the truth itself, which is always hidden. Their Dowsing Blades are forged by spoken word, a ritual conceived from hidden runes retrieved from hidden realms. They cut not only flesh but the fabric that separates one world from another, letting the Occultist step between, both opening and lighting the way as blade, as key, as torch.
