LIGHT BRINGERS

Notstradumas awoke with a fright, cold sweat forming on his brow. A new vision had forced itself into his mind.  Deep in the Aether, a new danger had made its presence known.  Grabbing his ink and quill, Nostradumas quickly wrote down the prophecy before it disappeared from his mind's eye.  All he could remember was the following.  But more would be coming, he could feel it in his marrow.

Light bringers, as the nobility would say, but the peasantry they were simply known as burners.  The new religion had not solidified its power yet, and by royal decree of the Tetrarch, those who had not seen the light would be brought to it.