Silence…
Silence carried across the land…
A large valley covered in patches of lush grass over stone, trees spaced out few and far between. It is the dawn of a new day, the sun rises and burns a bright yellow light.
Out of a cave in the valley movement occurred, a shadow darting across the stone. Followed by more shadows, six in total darting around the valley floor. As they run up a steep incline the shadows become clearer.
Humanoids. Tall and well built, muscles perfectly designed to fit their roles. These are hunters, they observe a small herd of gargantuan orc looking creatures. The behemoths wandered aimlessly. The shadows looked at each other and nodded. Then, took off at blistering speed, showing off how the human body should be. These wild creatures barely sentient showing how well adapted they are. The shadows approached the Behemoths without hesitation, as soon as they were next to the creature it was felled, it's legs arms and head all severed at once. The shadows grabbed the creature's limbs and carried them back to the cave.
Inside the cave there is a large network of tunnels. But no humans wander. Instead the six sit by a fire, one cutting the meat, another cooking, one watching guard, and two females sat down. Finally we have one, the leader of the group with a distinct marking on his wrist, a cut which zigzaged down his entire arm. He was drawing on the wall. A pattern of sorts. When he finished he sat down to eat. He looked at the people around him and smiled. A fitting supper.
As the night continued the six walked further through the tunnels, reaching a large cavern with distinctive drawings and carvings. Creatures of all variety. And in the middle of the room, the same distinct shape as was drawn on the wall. The six took their places, pouring the blood of the behemoth into the chiseled ground. The leader stood in the middle of the shape, a large octagon with all points connected to the other seven. And held a five daggers…
Four of the group stood on the corners of the shape, arms outstretched. The fifth joined the leader in the middle of the octagon.
The leader took four of the daggers and launched them at each of the humans. Each dropping to their knees then forwards, letting the blood flow into the shape. The fifth human took the dagger off the leader and slit her own throat, falling into the shape as well.
The leader smirked as he raised his hands slowly moving them in a arcane gesture. The blood began to lift up and form walls. He them smacked his hands together, watching as the blood went through him, showering his body. Every drop sticking to his body not dripping off.
For the first time the leader spoke. A harsh voice similar to a snarl.
“Eilíft”
The blood began to be absorbed by his skin. As it did so his skin tightened, his hair gained colour turning back to a dark red. The muscles on his body gained mass and definition.
The following morning the man walked out of the cave, along the valley, followed a river just outside the valley all the way to the sea. Then dove in and began swimming…
