Dormant
Location: Neo Sanctis, Temple of the Kal Zul
Aislin could not sleep. Her mind was a raging tempest. She could feel that something was amiss in the galaxy.
Aislin’s form glowed with a pale blue color. All Guardians had a glow. Some were brighter than others and some differed in color. If a Guardian ever wished to sneak up on someone in the dark, they would certainly have a difficult time of it. Aislin was considered to be beautiful among the Guardians, though Aislin herself had never thought as much for Guardians despise vanity. In keeping with this cultural outlook, braggarts and narcissists are shunned from Guardian society. Like all Guardians, Aislin had no legs. Her torso ended abruptly and was continued by a swirling vortex of mist. The Guardians had no need of food for sustenance anymore, but they did require the presence of water. From the water the Guardians draw the strength to maintain their corporeal existence. Without water, the swirling mists would begin to dissipate, and so too would the Guardian.
The Guardians were not always like this. Following the great Marauder-Guardian War, the Guardians had been transformed. No longer occupying an entirely physical form, the Guardians had also acquired an ability to sense the loss of life throughout the galaxy. The last few weeks had been particularly grim. Aislin could feel the pangs of death roll over her like tidal waves recently. Surely the Elders could sense it too. Despite this, no effort had been made to intervene with these galactic affairs. The Guardian race had become introverted ever since the devastating war had all but left their civilization in ruins. Aislin had been taught that her race were once called the ‘Guardians’ because they maintained peace and justice throughout the galaxy. Now the Guardians hide in a corner of the galaxy, still licking the wounds sustained over a millennia ago.
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