Lexicon/JusticarsOfTheRisenSun
From Flawless Mirror's Personal Diatribes
I recall, even these thousand years thence, the excitement I felt as a child when I first saw the Justicars of the Risen Sun.
They marched along Zhang Zhe Way, ten abreast and 50 rows long, their black and gold uniforms shimmering in the sun. Their helmets of sandstone and glass, their bracers and greaves of coral and orichalcum, their daiklaives of silver and gold ... oh, what a spectacle. They were majestic.
Once mortal men, they now marched with the Sun in their hearts, thanks to mass-Imbuing charms developed by the Council of Magical Constructs.
Fast as a striking serpent, hardier than a bull, and stronger than five men, each of them. A guardian force entrusted with the safety of all who lived to the East. Each village made accomodations for their resident Justicar happily; he kept the peace, enforced the laws, and helped with whatever tasks the community was working on.
I considered attending their academy once. I was with the Sun not long after that, but nevertheless. I sometimes feel the majesty of my position prevents me from some forms of interaction. But that is for another time. I have received invitation to the Tower of Markets, and I do not wish to keep Lord Orab waiting.
-Dim
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