Order of Rodrick

Religious Group, combative

THMC01 Shades of Light/01, 5

Group of men who believed that any who used magic to achieve any of their goals should be done away with because magic was pure EVIL, which could not survive when surrounded by the light of the Paladins, and should not be allowed to exist on this Irth. (Old Scotland/England). Declared war on the Clans, who specialized in different kinds. (fire, water) Carried special swords, jeweled. The jewels in the hilt made it seem gaudy to some, but the Order of Saint Rodrick believed swords above all else held a spiritual connection. They should be adorned, but it was more than that. When the Saint blessed their prayers in times of combat, these precious stones would glow as if they had a light of their own. Proof of the Saint’s miracle.

Also fought "Men from the Sea", who would attempt to conquer/take over their territory, Roneland. Goal, also, was to retrieve Sword of Saint Rodrick, their Sword of Light, that had been lost in battle 100 years before in the battle with the creatures of Madness who lived on the islands to their West. . Carried religious powers to aid those who used it to fight their battles (Glowed, extra strength, etc). Not magic. Had a connection to whomever believed in it (Religious miracle!) Paladins take no lovers, as it’s against the holy order. They are above such physical temptations.

Why the order was formed: Rodrick built the wall between us and the mainland (The Remnant. Insane people intent on killing everyone alive, aye. If you could even call them people; they were monsters. ). He was the one who helped rebuild in the early days. It’s because of him we have this direct connection to the heavens, and because of him we’re alive at all.” Sir Gildon was the High Paladin of the Order, Senior to any in all Roneland. led and directed order in battles and Quest for Sword of Saint Rodrick.

    Members mentioned in group:
       Sir Alastar, main character,
       Sir Taland, tallest of the paladins, flowing blond hair
       Sir Bale, dark-skinned, gaunt
       Stone, friend, will protect him in the field. Called "Stone" because a wind Mage had not been able to blow him away.

THMC01 Shades of Light/12

Doubts, What was evil anyway? The Age of Madness had certainly brought a whole new kind of evil upon the world, one that hadn’t existed before. How could it have? The entire world would have been consumed if that hadn’t been put down. No one knew exactly what had happened. They knew that Saint Rodrick, though he hadn’t been a saint at the time, had led the charge, securing old keeps and buildings from the time before for everyone to hunker down in. Then he had led a great charge against the men and women who had become monsters in the Age of Madness. Out west, to Sair Talem

If he had succeeded but fallen along the way, that’s where his sword, the Sword of Light, would be. Everyone had thought him lost for some time. Then the Age of Madness had come to an end, and they all knew in their heart of hearts that it had been Rodrick’s doing. He was named a saint, and the Order of Rodrick had been founded. With so many years having passed between Rodrick setting off on his quest and the completion of the Age of Madness, could it be possible that he actually had nothing to do with it at all? That his sainthood was falsely awarded? Such thoughts were strictly punished back under the rule of the High Paladin. Blasphemy, they would say. But now that Alastar was out here, giving his mind free reign, he had to wonder if it all didn’t add up. Even the argument about what he did, with the light and the blessings, made him wonder. If his blessings really were magic, then he was no better than all those men and women the Order of Rodrick had fought to persecute.The idea that he had supported a system so wrong and corrupt made believing this could be possible incredibly difficult.

However, when he considered the fact that he, too, lost energy after a blessing, just like the others with their magic, he had to wonder. Everything except a very logical part of his brain that started as a hushed pulse somewhere in the darkness and grew louder and louder, and soon seemed to be screaming at him—those days are gone ! How could they really be, though? Duty and honor had always been a part of him, for as far back as he could remember. As he thought about it, his mind swirling with the night and pulling him out of consciousness, he considered that maybe his duty was just being redirected. Duty to the land, duty to its people.Duty to his sister, and any magic user out there who might be wrongly accused. He would put a stop to those sorcerers, as that was an immediate peril. And then? Well, then he would have to confront the Order of Rodrick and any others in the lowlands who held similar beliefs about magic users.