The Golden Owlbear Society, a philosophical collective of like-minded wizards and warriors dedicated to the improvement of mortal civilisation. In practice, they’re a social club for retired high-level adventurers who like to get high on pipeweed and debate political theory, and they almost never accomplish anything of note, but they’re treated as an existential threat by many nations owing to the absurdly high concentration of power they in theory represent.
—David J. Prokopetz, "More inadvisable secret societies for your Dungeons & Dragons game" [1]
Each robe was embroidered with the Double Eye of the Almighty, and Shallan had a fleeting thought, wondering at the seamstress they'd hired to do all this work. "Yes, we want twenty identical, mysterious robes, sewn with ancient arcane symbols. They're for... parties."
— Rhythm of War (fourth book of The Stormlight Archive)
Ever and more,
Ever and more,
Ever and mooooore!
Ever and more,
Ever and mooooore!
—The sacred chant of the Broternal Order of Different Helmets, Homestar Runner
