Re: THE WALK THE PLANK
There is another Sip of the Mug, and the soft voice continues,...one must understand..not all things are the same in these lands...as elsewhere...It is said, the start of the Night Folk was a band of clerics who sought to live forever.. thus serving they gods and becoming legends in thier Temples...
..of course? As most times..the Fools failed to relaize the Gods of Death do not like being cheated. So they cursed them with the Hunger ... the need for blood...never being able to sire or have children..with Death the only escape...
..the Clerics of the Darker Gods.. relished this... and Broke away from the cadre .. fleeing to lands beyond the Mists... or , simply around Laynak and her world. It is rumored , the greatest of the Night Folk in the Lands Beyond the Mists...were once these same Clerics...
..I know ..not... the full story. But the Leader of our Group..Baron. Was truned when the Night Folks that was feeding on him was killed during an Ill fated rescue.He begam a Night Folk and had to flee his own rescuers... he began to Build his own Clan, near Mouri when Holy warriros were sent to destoyr our kind... he fled further south esat to the swamps.. there they had to feed on ..whatever they could catch... pirates...slavers..orcs, Golbins , kobolds, even Gremlins and animals.....That is when the slavers found them, killed most of them..and began to use them as a tool..until the Arrrows arrived, doing thier sweep.
she sighs.. a soft sad sigh....Baron feels....shackled by the treaty.. Night Folk are preditors...we hide now.. in some areas around these lands.. we prey on whatever we can find, that does not violate the treaty...should some one attack? We are given free rein to feed ... as would anyone ....But? Until the Captain dies?.. Baron fears to break the treay elsewise...