The Judges brought law to the wastelands. With hammer and musket, they confronted the savages, hiding their faces behind wide brimmed hats. They conjured hailstorms of lead, slaughtered the Cockroach Clan, and judged outlaws with a blow of their hammers. They pursued their opponents like a pack of bloodhounds and followed the survivors deep down into their primordial underground.
And they saw that it was good.
In the city of Justitian, they completed their vision of a just and safe world. The walls were insurmountable, the law was strong, the people were not free, but free of fear.
Settlement after settlement placed themselves under Justitian’s custody. The Protectorate was born. But the peaceful times are over. The ruins teem with life again. The Clans have grown strong and learned from the past. A Judge can no longer depend solely on his Codex – Justitian’s law.
If he wants to survive in the Protectorate, he must master the law of the wasteland.