The Guardians

Hunger: protection.

Prime power: resistance.

World: officially, none.

Guardians chanted the course of the First War, their attempts to create perfect safety—including the discernment for placement—eroded their minds. The first and last line of defense, they sacrificed themselves upon the pyre of preservation of Peoples, and so have lost themselves. 

Those who remain are uniformly mad. Most are gone forever.

Rumors of a world called Meginnah surface in times of peace and pondering, but none have found it, and perhaps it has never truly been. The symbol of the Guardians is the four-winged herald, created to honor those who were the greatest among them, the Saqalu, the Balance; now, they are the Hashritu, the Broken, and are lost to all but memory.