The Widow's Legion
"When the seven gods of Ozlith ventured into the domain of war, it was the widow who chose to focus on the cost, while her fellow gods latched onto things like joy, skill, and coordination. A goddess of death and rebirth, The Widow found herself at home on the battlefield. She was determined to do what the others would not. To join her legion, you will pay a price. " ~Ozlith: The Birth of an Empire and the Seven LegionsThe Widow's Legion is one of the Seven Centurian Legions of Ozlith and The Widow demands a price to join. She gathered her priestesses and taught them a rite of her creation. She told them to go forth and gather only the widowers of Ozlith, the men who have lost a part of themselves. When they did they performed the rite and the centurion who emerged was a changed man. Due to some arcane power, the heart of the man is removed. The piece of cloth that covers his name, grown dirty as the one woman capable of removing it was dead, would be flipped and painted over with a black ichor. The festering wound would never heal and a miasma of death radiates from him as he enters his new unlife. Their armor is painted black and the widowers are one of the few legions who implement magic into their training. They learn the art of death, forcing their fallen enemies to rise and fight their countrymen. The widowers are always silent, methodical and the miasma makes them as much a liability as an asset. Widows are only used in dire circumstances.
They show up when a battle is lost. They were an omen of defeat and failure and were shunned from society. Their dark mother with her web of secrets is the only one who loves them.
I sat on the hill with my mom watching them fight down below. My father was always on the front line. He fought like the centurions themselves, to be honest, but tides turn. They always do eventually.Not much is known about them as they kept to themselves and guarded their secrets. Those who wanted to join must be chosen by a priestess and make a pilgrimage to the long-forgotten island of Ozlith, where the empire originated and where the widow was said to live.
At some point, even the armies combined with the great centurion legions of Ozlith won't be enough. That is when the black horn sounds. It was it a dull sound...no wait... It was sad, a heart-wrenching sound... I can't seem to describe it...strange...a moment ago I could recall it perfectly...that's unsettling.
...no matter. The horn sounds and I've never seen a man of war so scared. A cloud appears, not the dust kicked up from the battle below. It was black...thick like water creeping slowly. You can see them, or at least their silhouette. Black figures in a black mist.
A gladius and black armor are all the widowers need in battle but they fight without a shield. In their off hand they often carry a second gladius coated in the venom of the widow herself or a spear. Death is certain and swift, if you can even get that close.
The widowers rarely fight face to face. Usually the only one's who can get close are those who use the arcane arts. This is due to the miasma that flows from them. Inhaling the gas is to meet an unpleasant death. The legion was often referred to as "The Last Resort" they were called when a battle was lost and it surely needed to be won. The generals of the armies would sound the black horn, a hollowed out fang of a giant eldritch spider. This causes the miasma around them to move and grow and they follow it to the fields of battle to purge it of enemies.
I have never seen a battle that ended with soldiers from both sides running for their lives. Some of them were crying. My mother took me by the arm just as the mist began to overtake the enemy forces...and some of ours too. They held their breath but they made a grave mistake. When the widowers take the field you dont run. You will likely die or you may not but its dreadfully hard to hold a lung full of air with heart pounding and adrenaline pumping. You just ran half a mile and now your going to die tired.
While very little is known about tactics and ranking, historical texts from Mhirriah go into enormous detail on the speculation of training and initiating a new prospect. When a widower is found, the priestess observes him and waits until his loss clouds his reason then approaches him and tells him of his pilgrimage. Many entries state that when he arrives, the same priestess will transform into a spitting image of the mans wife and the rite, whatever it may be, begins.
I wish I could tell you all what that mist did but based on the screams and...oh...those horrible sounds....I honestly dont want to know. ~Mirrah
Ozlith: The Birth of an Empire and the Seven Legions
The tale of Ozlith's rise and fall.
The Legion of the Deep
A legion of coordinated, fast moving centurions. The legion of deep began by hunting monsters in the sea. They came to wander the battlefield in search of enemy officers and attack as a group to break the moral of enemy armies..
The Matriarchs Legion (Mhirriah's Legion)
One of the seven legions of Ozlith, The Matriarchs exacted their vengeance in battle, one name at a time.
The Tyrant's Legion
A Vangard legion in the armies of Ozlith alongside the Matriarchs, The Tyrants were criminals given a second chance.
The Mad Legion
One of the seven legions of Ozlith, The Mad Legion's centurions were the first to utilize Rage
The Alabaster Legion
A legion of Eldritch Angels, transformed by their god into a silent and secret legion of warriors
The Sanguine Legion
Artists of War, Painters of Blood, the sanguine legion utilized Arcana Sanguis and slaughtered all in their path.
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