Various Council Bases, One-Eyed Society
Northern Territory, Australian Outback
The sound of grinding stones, hammering of metals, and hissing of coals are the predominant sounds in the middle of the desert. Hidden between towering rocks is the enclosure and forge ruled by the Malingee Tribe. They are towering beings. They are not as tall as the mountain, but they stand the height of an average tree.
They are oddly human-shaped, but their heads are bigger than normal. Their skin, dark as night, made from obsidian-like material, but stronger. Their sparse hair adorned their balding head, and their wide mouth stretched to their small ears.
Their eyes vary from their rank, a yellow ember for a lowly Malingee, an orange ember for the forger, and a deep red ember for their Chieftain and their Primo and Prima.
Although they are sentient beings and most of them are generally shy, they are extremely territorial. They would mercilessly mutilate their victims using an axe or a stone knife.
Their Chieftain, Mali, supervises the forgery. They make weapons for the One-Eyed Society. These are no ordinary weapons. Some are etched with runes to give poison to their victims, others are made of white marble, used during sacrificial rituals, and others are just devilry weapons used to lure humans and fight against the Lightworkers.
It was the usual night for the tribe, crafting weapons as usual when their Chieftain's mark glowed. He glanced at his Primo and Prima and saw that their marks also glowed. In a gravelly voice, he ordered his tribe to retreat and rest.
They folded and curled their bodies like stone and rolled out of the way. They slept and rested in this manner, appearing as mere clustered rocks during the day.
The group turned away and vomited a red book. Their shared a look of understanding, when they saw the notice for the gathering.
Algonquian Tribe, Appalachia
"Tonight is another moonless night brothers and sisters. Brother moon and stars, as well as brother birds and ants never warned us of rain or storm. It seems like the Rain Man has found out about us again." The man with an eagle feather braided on his long hair told the elders sitting around a small round table.
"We must warn our children to not make a sound tonight. We will let them drink the sleeping potion Chief. The guards must also be kept inside everyone's home. I will ask our healer for a ward." Replied another.
"Indeed, I can smell the rotten stench of carcass, carried by the wind. The trees' whispers ceased." The chief responded.
"I can only hope that he came alone. If he took the Wolf-man and the Dog-man with him, I am not sure if we can still survive." He added while letting out a sigh.
"Do not worry chief, we are protected by sacred trees. He cannot enter here." One of the elders reassured him.
"I am not worried about that, but what about our food? We hardly have any hunters to spare since he followed us." he retorted.
"Our ancestors will lead the way. I see that he will leave this place soon. By then, we can strengthen ourselves, and maybe store some food while he and his minions are gone." The seer interjected.
"Are you sure about this?" The chief asked hopefully.
"Yes. Yes. The souls of our ancestors are whispering. He has received a summon, they are running right now, going to the godless land, the land where he rose, and first ordained his followers." Their seer replied, shaking a stick with animal bones tied to it. The rattling sound was an eerie accompaniment to the slowly peeking moon.
"Indeed, the smell has gotten better. The trees started to whisper again, and Brother Moon is showing itself." The chief said excitedly.
"Don't be happy too soon Chief, whatever they are cooking, will bring the darkness to this world." the seer retorted.
"We will also prepare for that. But now, I must thank our ancestors for their protection and guidance." the chief said, dismissing the gathering.
Mount Roraima, Brazil
The dark ethereal forms of three dark towering figures peek in and out of the dense forest of Mount Roraima. Even though the group is small, the crickets cease singing when they are around. The tallest one is at the center, floating slightly ahead of the group.
The other two figures have the same height, however, the stark difference in their bodies can help you distinguish them. The figure on the left is thin, and you could almost describe its body as flat. The figure on the right has a barrel-shaped body, often giving the illusion that only two figures are floating when viewed from the side.
Many legends are told by the Guarani Tribe about these. The tallest figure is Tau, the thin one is Tauba, and the bigger one is Taubymana.
For a long time, people thought that these harbingers of dark omen were the same beings. But survivors of their disaster tell a different tale.
Tau is the God of Mischief, their dark ethereal forms make them appear almost like a shadow person. He is the bringer of disease, of pest, and of death. Tauba is the bringer of famine and drought as poisons the land that it passed on. Trees and plants wither at his mere breath. Taubymana, on the other hand, is the bringer of flood and rain, they said that his body is so big because he is made with evil water.
The tale says that these three creatures are wanderers, they seldom meet, but when they do, evil beings kneel and follow them. If your village is not wiped out by their passing, the creatures that accompany them will pick your bones.
The Tupi, in cooperation with the Guarani people, have dedicated warriors who climb up the highest trees in their village. A light was lit if any of these ghostly creatures was spotted. If a tower is not lit, then it means that the village can breathe freely, as they would be safe. If a tower is lit, it means that their tribesman needs to prepare to move again, if a blaze can be seen, it means that the village is being attacked by the evil beings following them.
One dusk, the village was shocked when no tower was lit. It was a rare occurrence for there would be at least three towers that would light up every night. The tribes observed this for a few days, and they were shocked when a week passed and no tower was lit.
Little did they know, that the feared wanderers were not in the mountain anymore. Little did they know, the price of this disappearance.