Wardens of Ma'at
Introduction to the Order... '°€Έ
Death is but another stage of life, seperated by a sacred border, maintained by those who never waver from their duties. Power, wealth, lost love, there are many paths to corruption. Many sought to bend the border.
So many, in fact, that even Icthlarin, Deity of the Dead, guide of souls, felt himself unable to stem the tides ripping them from their rightful places in the afterlife. Ma'at, the cosmic order, was in danger.
Sometimes, to mend something that is broken, it must first be broken further. Thus was Icthlarin's decree. An order was created, consisting of a chosen few who understood the cycle of life, who could create connections between this life and the next. With these connections, they were able to let those who had passed on temporarily return if they wished, to aid in the battle against those who shamelessly risk the destruction of Ma'at for their own gain.
The people of this Order, they were Friends to the Dead, Sentinels of Noumenon, Protectors of the Passage, Wardens of Ma'at-...
And they have fallen.
Their likes have not been seen since the conflict with the Ancient One, since the Madness of Amascut.
Not until a sorcerer by the name of Carex discovered an ancient temple, deep in the desert, containing ancient knowledge.
¨΄΄°'*ͺΊͺ*'°``The spear only brushed my earlobe.