The Red Angels are no strangers to hardship. Originally hailing from distant lands, they were taken in chains into the bowels of the city-state of Luceria. Forced to fight in the arenas for the entertainment of unsympathetic masters, the highriders of this profligate city delighted in needless bloodshed, forcing once-peaceful men into depraved acts against their fellow countrymen. Those who would become the Red Angels hardened in those brutal pits, waiting for a day to strike the chains from their wrists and lay low their oppressors.

Years of servitude turned into decades, and decades into centuries, leading many to abandon hope of a future beyond meeting their end on the point of a blade. Others fell into hedonism, relishing nothing but bloodshed. Yet even in this despair and depravity, faith endured.
In their ancestral lands, those who would become the Red Angels worshiped a pantheon of gods, one of whom was Krisis, Goddess of Justice. Blind, robed in simple linen, and carrying a set of scales, she stood in judgment over every man’s actions, ruling them just or unjust. She followed her enslaved people to Luceria and listened to their cries as they lamented in bondage. She wept, for such evil had not been witnessed since the world began.

As the centuries passed and the tally of grievances grew, her sadness withered and bloomed anew into fury, as the gods of the highriders turned indifferent, uncaring eyes away from the wanton suffering. Unable to remain impartial any longer, Krisis took up a sword and brought her sentence down upon the slave masters of Luceria.

Tens of thousands fell in the turmoil, staining the goddess’s robes red with the blood of tyrants as she screamed in righteous anger. Hearing her cry, the slaves were filled with new hope. Casting off their bonds, they fell upon their former masters with the accumulated wrath of years beneath the lash.
When the dust settled, Krisis stood before her followers, all soaked in the blood of the vanquished. She addressed them, her voice ringing, proclaiming that justice could no longer remain blind when faced with the evils of this world. Krisis named them her Red Angels and bid them carry her tidings to every corner of the earth: that injustice will not stand and must be answered for.

Before departing back into the heavens, Krisis named Eridus, highly regarded among her people and a victor of the arena, her champion, to be the strong arm of justice upon the world.

With the victory at Luceria, Eridus and his people now roam the continent, seeking out injustice wherever it could be found. Holding true to the teachings of Krisis. For justice in this wretched world, can no longer remain Blind!