The Return of Judgment's Calling (RP)

[Aeropagitica]

I was rifling through an old chest in the storerooms last week. It was dusty, so I coughed trying to force the rusted latches open. What was inside was a little frightening and very inspiring. I found parchments and old war logs, dated from the days of my grandfather's greatfather. Apparently there had been war then, too. But unlike these past hundred years, where my great grandfather and my grand uncles' Niten Ichiryu Ronin have pressed for our Goddess' rights, the world then was swirled in different hue.
In these days, the Brotherhood of Barnabas has controlled large swaths of land across the Empire. Followers of Angelique are oppressed, and they remained hidden, worshipping in silence. And so it came to pass that a group of true believers has come together and formed a union of powers to push back at the religious imbalances that sweep the land. We shall fight back against the Brotherhood and the barbaric Letoites, reestablishing ourselves and our progeny as the Stewards of the Faith until time Ends and Olandar returns.

Oddly enough, this morning I received a missive. The ancient order was to be reborn and I was expected to be there, as blood relative of one of the founding members. I will honor the Blood and the sacrifice of my forefathers and join them in the annals of history. I will serve Angelique. I will serve Judgment's Calling .

[Dreck]

A dark, tired, and hooded fellow approaches the lands belonging to the Judgment's Calling. While traveling, he spotted kingdoms of the Goblins who were fighting in the name of Angelique. This put a smile to his face, for out of all the races even goblins knew that right righteousness exists. He goes to ask to join the cause of justice for the oldest races of the realms.

The man is an unfamiliar face to them, one who comes in and out of hiding. He has been there since the beginning, but has had many aliases and has fought for any faith. You can say he's just a face in the crowd, who has never found a home. Wanting to do what is right, he comes to the greatest acres of the world since they must be doing something right.

"I come to you to join you, I feel right is always right. Your kingdoms are great, I wish to be in that company. My acreage is prepared for any actions you ask of me. My scouts have wandered heathen regions and seen no threat thus far."

Upon joining the guild, he views the land they rule to see what their plans for the age may be. Gaining this knowledge, he heads home to adjust his realm to aid his guild mates as best as he can. He now rests and lies and waits for the calling. Judgment's Calling.

Greetings to all the Angeliques. As for heathens, you will be greeted by my scouters. May we prevail. Justice will be served.

[Dreck]

A new age is upon us, yet the wanderer looks aged. A young man with a slow walk and a slouch searches far and wide for allies. From the start since it all started til now, he has been everywhere and seen everything and has grown tired. Tired of not being stable, swapping faiths, switching alliances, changing names, and having to meet new people. He wants to be a part of something; to be somebody that is recognized and to recognize the ones seen by his eyes himself. He wants to answer Judgment's Calling.