The Order of the Un-Wavering Flame

In the cold tundra of the North, somewhere not too far from a small village is a black iron tower, stuck in the ground like a great needle. At the tip is a candle of enormousness and enormity. Fueled by the fat of the people and the work of the Order of the Un-Wavering Flame. A cloak clad sect of monks, driven by the candle to collect recruits from the land, willing or not into their order. Their …