Once a murder has happened, to go back in time and prevent it might seriously mess with the timeline, and that is where the Time Patrol's Murder Squad comes in. They try not to kill anybody themselves, except in emergency defence of themselves or the timeline, but they are known as the Murder Squad because they are there to make sure the murders of the past happen.
When the Hexanjager Order was formed and brought the evil magic users low, they were loved by the people, but, just like many a group of vigilantes, they went too far and now their rule is just another form of oppression.
Where the rule of law is seen as being absent, weak, or too oppressive to want, and crime of all kinds flourishes, sooner or later people will take the law into their own hands and become vigilantes. Here are seven such gangs.
"If we the poor cannot enjoy our lives, you the rich will have yours taken away." Police statement taken from a captured cultist, a member of Inanna's Avenging Hands.
Inanna's Silver Tongues are one of the most unpopular of all cults, hated by all other cults and criminal organizations and thought to be somewhat unpleasant even by those in law enforcment who make the most use of them. What they are renowned for, is the art of informing.
The Knights of the Holy Sun are the militant arm of the Jovian Church, dedicated to His Glory, and are well known and admired by many for their bravery in battle.
For a long time the Goblin criminals did not have their own organisation to protect them...until now.
Many knightly orders play lip service to women, but few take it seriously, and even fewer would allow women to join their order and ride in the ranks with them as equals. Yet the Knights of the Lady, it seems, truly do think of women as equals and have done this.
There were rumours spreading around the newspaper office about a "Press Gang" that would protect reporters. But only the owner and editor knew the true purpose of the Gang.
The Ambassador’s bodyguard quaked at the sight of the uniformed skeletons guarding the main gates of the royal palace. "Don’t be afraid," the Ambassador said. "They are King’s Bones, the monarch’s personal bodyguards, and are no threat to us unless we were to do something stupid like trying to attack His Majesty."
Most knights at least pretend to be on the side of Good and to defend the weak. Not so those of the Order of Rightous Victory-they are openly on the side of Evil and make no bones about it.At least, that is what they say to outsiders, but the truth is not quite as clear-cut as that.
Ma-O was a major God once, or so it is said,and whilst most of his worshippers ceased to worship him after his fall from grace, a very few remain, and can and do cause trouble out of all proportion to their numbers…
Many are the pirates who sail the storm-tossed seas, but few are more successful or more feared then the Regulators.
Many priests take a vow of poverty-but not the priests and priestesses of Mammon. But that is to be expected.
Once a great monarchy flourished and the royal Kings and Queens were buried in booby-trapped barrows with treasure and with Undead servants to watch over the tombs. The religion changed over time and the monarchy was running out of money, as the kingdom’s wealth was being tied up in ancient tombs. Something had to be done.
The children of some of the murdered City Guards formed the “White Knights”, their stated aim being to help the City Guards crack down on crime.
The Bowmen of Love are a more or less secret organization found within the larger towns. For a price, they can be hired to drop a love potion into someone’s drink or shoot them, not with a bow despite their name, but with a tiny blowpipe that fires a dart with a love potion on it.
A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges.
"...know I will always lov..
..at never dies. It is th...
..f my passion that b...
...nd it cannot be ext..
....n heaven or....n hel..
....ill be by you...ide an...
...... yours foreve.........
... Mendates ........
Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby.