The Alabaster Legion

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When the seven gods of Ozlith ventured into the domain of war, Gehova saw pointless distraction. He knew not why they fought, he knew they didn't know either. Gehova was a god of order and justice, a god of peace and serenity. He was the first eldritch angel, and would, long after his death, father the Aldritch.

He turned from the battle, and what he saw before him was a woman. She sat upon a stone stained with blood, her eyes closed as if in deep prayer. Her hands rested palms up in her lap, and she smiled at him as he approached. He found her beautiful im more than just her looks.
"Child," he began "how can you know such peace...this tranquility in such a chaotic place?"
He couldn't even think surrounded by this never-ending war. She studied him with indifferent eyes, unmoved and unphased by his eldritch visage.

She didn't speak for some time as if she didn't fully understand the question. Eventually, she shrugged and said plainly "I was the first to wall this battlefield, I have known war for an eternity. All can say to your question is how can you not be? I see nothing that demands my attention. I have no reason not to be at peace."

This puzzled Gehova. He looked back to the endless waste of life and skill and back to the girl as if insulted. She stopped him before he could speak and scooted to the side, patting the empty space she made, gesturing for him to sit. He did so awkwardly and the first warrior touched what she assumed was his arm.
"Our universe teaches those who listen, god from elsewhere. Water flows and doesn't care where or how, so should we."
He thought on those words making an effort to Loosen the tension that his anxieties brought on.
"The earth is stable and unmoving but it is not without give, or how can rivers flow if the earth does not kindly move aside to allow it. We must be unyielding, but never shut out what we know to be true or ideas that challenge our own. To lie to oneself is a disservice."
She pointed to the battle and for a moment he saw what she meant. The battle had a flow, like a river. It ebbed favoring one side then the other and never cared which. He saw that each warrior fought in this war for reason only known to them. He marveled at the realization. Some even fought for justice. Some fought for peace. She spoke again,
"feel the air, outsider. Feel how it pulses and take in the scent. See how it carries the scents of war? We must carry others to victory in a similar way. Glory is meaningless in solitude.
Then there is lightning and fire. They cast warnings with the thunder. A call to move and be left alone before the strike. Fire only burns when provoked."

"A spark is passive but if it finds itself in the right conditions, it will grow and consume all who oppose it. Mercy is a virtue and in short supply. Give your warning and do not fear death as you will not be the one who seeks it out. In short be the warrior who will never seek to start wars but is more than capable of finishing them.

"There are many elements child. Can they all truly teach? "Only if you listen, outsider." "Then what of the void?" The woman's eyes widened and she spoke quite clearly.
"For years I listened and stared into that abyss. I heard nothing and grew angry for i knew something stared back. A day came, however, that i understood its lesson: the void does not speak, for it has nothing to say. It is peace made manifest, serenity in the inky black. The void is an empty place and its lesson frightened me. To know true serenity, your mind must be the same."

The Alabaster legion was formed be the only named god of Ozlith. Gehova was an eldritch angel. An outsider and a titan of peace and justice. He, who hated war but would not fail his people, returned confused and without much to teach.

His talks with the woman on the rock still heavy on his mind. He pondered and meditated for years after his return and finally formed a legion. The alabaster legion was no longer human, transformed into the Alabastra by drinking of Gehovas blood.

The Alabastra is a servitor race that serves the Aldritch to this day. The centurions were a force that many thought aloof. They didn't fight in any battles but defended the lands of Ozlith in secret. They guarded their nation while the armies were away and no one ever knew about it. To gaze onto eldritch beings is to strike terror into one's heart. Their minds fracture trying to follow their bizarre silhouette .

When Ozlith fell, the angels had left it to die. Abandoned by his people Gehova and his legion left for greener pastures and they were not there to defend when The Infernum came.

Each angel was different preferring their own weapons, gear and even tactics. Being servitors, the legion answered to Gehova himself. No one member of the region enjoyed a rank above another. There was little training involved. Simply imbibing on Gehova’s blood was enough to be inducted. The angels have never been seen by any of the historians in Ozlith. In fact knowledge of this legion is scarce and the only reason its existence its known is due to the Lartasian exiles who made their way to Estoya who told of a race of beings kept secret in Lartasia that stemmed from the Alabaster Legion.

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Special Forces