Role

Chapter 3

"How can Order and decay exist?"

Amazed, an old, thin paladin scans the ruins of abandoned church in Seantryn Modan.
The answer is obvious. The people have no hope for there is no center of faith,
of worship for the light to shine into.

Yes, there are some of the light, but far too few, the place of worship far too small.

Closing his eyes, he envisions...a Citadel of Hope.

-A statue of Zykym, the one thought mad, the one's who showed the beauty of childlike faith.
-A wide basilica, well lit, with 2 gleaming marble statues immortalizing the dual role of our Guild, that of Avenger and Defender.
-A place for petitioners to gather and worship, to be healed and fed.
-A place for other brothers to launch quests, giving food to beggars, rescuing those entrapped in the Xvart lair. Or even those of the Fire issuing retribution upon the minotaurs that pollute this city.

And how shall the Coming Order come here, in the face of Seantryn's legions? How shall
it be built with an Empress who's heart is as sick as the False Emperor's?

Faith.