"Xaelryn, what have you called us here for?" Malatyus, a human asked the satyr Xælryn whom had gathered the wayfinders into an ominous forest consisting only of willow trees. The satyr spoke with a deathly calm in his voice
"It is necessary we wayfinders discuss the fates of our kind, is it not?"
"Yes, but couldn't you have chosen a better meeting place?" The orc wayfinder Jiighrad growled, his voice rough due to orcs having over-large muscles that prevented them from opening their jaws completely
"Normally, yes, but today's meeting is different. We are to call the spirit of our old king."
"And on what ground may we awake a resting soul?" the elven wayfinder Raza interrupted
"Upon the terms the king hast never slept, stead his soul fights in eternal damnation," Xælryn raged and Jiighrad tore a branch of a willow tree off and bit into it,
"And the terms upon which he burns eternally? Being an orc?"
"Nay, it is for bedding a woman whilst vowed to another, and the bedded being a human nonetheless."
"You accuse my kind of such acts?"
"Calm, Jiighrad, satyr, upon what premise do you make these accusations?" Malatyus intervened
"The centaurs, watchers of the fates, they knew of the sin before it became, now shall we?"
"Aye," Malatyus and Raza said
"Orcs eat satyrs, remember that," Jiighrad said and all four took their places in the incantation circle the elf and human were on the south eastern and western pieces, the orc on the north and the satyr in the center of them all. Xælryn began the incantation and all the others put their steel torches into the dirt. Suddenley, the willows burst into flames, Malatyus stepped back in suprise, Xælryn looked evil performing the incantation, the flames surrounding him the fire turned black, showing no light then a violent green and a voice pierced the crackling wood
"Raza, the satyr has deceived you!" an elven woman yelled running out to attack Xælryn with a shortsword. Xælryn hit her with his torch and smashed her ribs under his hoof
"Insolent maggot, how could you stop what's soon to be a god?" Xælryn mocked, his voice becoming deeper and rougher
Malatyus drew his sword and Raza yelled
"Malatyus, no! If we break the circle it may destroy far more than what you know!"
"Aye, but the circle has already been broken when the fire rose," Malatyus said stepping to the satyr and he smashed his sword into it's heart just as a bolt of lightning hit the wayfinders leaving only the elf woman on the scorched earth.
"Memna! Help! It's Nellai!.. Help!" another elf yelled and the woman tried to crawl towards the voice
