There are those among the Powers of the Light who view the travails of mortals as figurines on a gameboard. They study cosmic forces and move the pieces according to celestial wisdom gathered over eons, caring little for the lives of pawns.
But there are warrior tales of an angel who fights alongside mortals, whose home is the heart of the battle. He is called Camael, a dark-skinned giant with piercing blue eyes. Sometimes he swoops among the enemy on shining wings of light; othertimes he charges among them glowing with an amber aura, mounted on a golden-fleeced ram, his firearm Thunderbolt blazing. Though he lives among constant violence and turmoil, he is to some the most human of the Great Powers: an archangel not afraid to get his hands bloody.
Troy, Stalingrad, Zeta-6; time and dimension are of no matter – Camael is where the fighting is hottest. He rarely favours one side or other in any conflict, taking no part in the petty politics of the Worlds. His interest is in courage and virtue, the battle that rages in the heart of each warrior. For on the day of the Eschaton the mightiest of fallen heroes will be resurrected to join the Angels in their last battle against the forces of the Dark.
