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I do this not out of a Sense of charity or compassion, but because it is what has been ordained that I must do. I write because as a Child of Order, you must know." - The Seventh Hammer

Across the face of Norrath and into the Age of Turmoil were born the Children of Order. A force known as "Order" has made itself manifest. These chosen few have been set apart from the rest of the creatures of Norrath. While they can recognize another of their kind, regardless of race, they seem oblivious of their gift. They swear loyalty to or disavow the known gods. They murder, steal, love and champion the causes of the Unchosen, those who were not born of Order. But to each other they are always civil for each Child of Order is under the "protection" of this benevolent power. While tempers may flare, they seem unable to harm each other except by mutual consent. While it seems that such "protection" would be a boon, as with anything freely given, this gift is not appreciated until it is gone...

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