The Sanguine Legion
Warriors of the Goddess of Passion
They wandered the fields of battle with a vigor unlike any other. A swagger that would make armies flee in terror when they took to the field.
The more blood they spilled, the more powerful they became. Using the arcane art taught to them by their patroness. They would summon monstrous creatures from the wetworks, a demiplane where the maiden resides.
This was often unintentional. They could also shroud themselves in blood and appear as monsters themselves.
Outside of combat, however, they were often considered elegant and graceful, with ornate armor that blended lightweight leather with heavier steel.
Centurions of the Sanguine legion often wore strange helmets that displayed their fiery locks with pride flowing out of the back. After their joining, they emerge with red hair, and as it was a symbol of their order, refused to cut even an inch of it off. They wore enchanted white cloaks that absorbed the blood they spilled.
This blood was their medium and they used it in many ways. They would heal the fallen, raise the morale of their comrades, and violently dispatch any opposition The blood they gathered would stain their cloak and never spoil. A cloak fully soaked would often be a mark of rank. The cloaks were to never be washed as doing so would cause the blood to rot and spill from the cloth.
Ah, The painters of the Sanguine Legion, they were something else. A single squad could rival an army.
They were beautiful...and disgusting if I'm being honest. They reveled in the blood they spilled even if it was their own. They bathed in it. In fact, to my own horror, the pilgrimage to the wetworks, the maidens domain of blood and extremes, requires you to fill a silver tub with blood, disrobe, and completly submerge your body.
It was such a bizarre feeling, I dont recommend it. You enter a medatative state and submerge...
Based on historical texts, the legion never went far above 700 members.
Training and Outfitting
...Once submerged, that's when the real fun begins. The first thing you feel is a tug as if being pulled deeper which should be impossible, its a tub right?
Now I'll admitit...I panicked. I flailed trying to get out of the tub but found myself swimming deeper like I was swimming downwards.
That's when you notice the walls and base of the tub aren't there anymore. Something tugs you again. It flips you around and buoyancy reinstates itself. You scramble in the direction that used to be down but now is up, and then you break the surface.
While their fighting style with a gladius is heavily adapted from the tyrant legion, the use of blood magic and feral, passionate motions made it look quite different as their cloaks and the centurions themselves attract the blood spilled in floating drips and mists. A red fog often shrouded them, made of the mists that fuel their power.
The Cult of Fiery Locks
This blood is different from the blood collected on the fields of battle. The tenants of blood magic state that blood can be taken from yourself or your enemies, but blood freely given is sacrificial and much more potent.
...An ocean of blood and an island with shores of black sand...that's the first thing you see. You look at the center of this island and see a massive citadel of impossible shapes with waves of red hair stretching to the sky that seem to go on forever.
Its a long way to her throne. You fight the waves and your first steps on the shore are labored. Your so damn tired from the swim. You trek on though.
Youre only allowed a weapon to take with you. I was naked, armed with nothing but Mhirriah's spear. Monsters are everywhere, her priestesses assail you, test you in many ways with Riddles and temptations. You finally make it to her spire and her throne. The red hair cascaded all over is lush and silky like a warm bed. She is unnaturally tall, with glaring green eyes and a curved nose but no mouth...I found that odd. She speaks to you in your thoughts, offers you the greatest of passions.
You say yes, of course you do. No one denies a goddess.
...I sprang from the tub suddenly and found myself back in reality. The cold chamber was a calming sight but more than it once was. This pilgrimage changes you in so many ways. You will find yourself just staring at mundane things as if they were the most beautiful things you have even seen. My first was the ocean. I found myself, naked, cold, covered in blood, just staring out the window of the chamber at the horizon. I broke away and realized the blood in the tub was gone save for what was on me. I went to clean myself up and it took almost three full tubs of water to do so, not because of the blood mind you, that was gone with second tub, but it took to the third tub to realize i was clean.
I was born with black hair, but no matter what i did, my hair stayed red, stained by the sea of the wetworks. It grows red too, completely natural.
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The Structure of the Legion
The Seven Legions Of Ozlith
Ozlith: The Birth of an Empire and the Seven Legions
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