Chapter 133: B2: C33: Shock Therapy
“Brothers! Sisters! Be not afraid!” shouted High Brother Mason Justicier, the leader of a paladin squad trapped in a false dungeon under Ride-or-Die Village. “We are where we need to be to usher in the end of the Dark Lord! Let our sacrifice put that bastard under judgment for his crimes against all that is GOOD!”
High Brother Mason was rousing the spirits of the other sixteen men and three women who were in his squad of Stalwart Inquisitors. Their class was one of the best the Stalwart Paladin Kingdom could send on short notice across the frontiers and human lands of the Walled Continent.
High Brother Mason’s particular squad and the other squads sent on this secret mission were part of an esteemed chapter called the Brothers of Original Good.
High Brother Mason was a proud servant and leader in his chapter. He believed his chapter to be the most moral, the most righteous, and the most good.
He was once the pious son of a beast shepherd. He remembered how his family were good-fearing people. He remembered his neighbors being the same.
Then the goblins had come and ravaged their lands.
He’d hid under the floorboards where only his little body could fit. He’d waited with his little hands over his mouth while his family’s blood seeped through the cracks and coated his body.
Years later, High Brother Mason was no longer that little shepherd boy. He was a tall and mighty man whose own armor seemed to struggle to fit his heavily muscular form.
His hair was graying. He had equal measures of wrinkles and scars on his face.