Beyond the towers reach, a vast desert sat. Relaxed and ready to embrace new comers. Yet beyond that, a forest of terror loitered. Those who worship the moon, travel there at night. Singing the song of the dark, their vanes filled with a vast dark power. They transverse the world, most never to return to the tower.
The people of the tower, would come to call them. The Nightstalkers, yet they are the less of worries when entering the forest. For there is a beast within. A thing so old, none can tell if it came to be at the beginning of creation or before. Few have seen it, fewer have survived its wrath. It sings a song similar to the Nightstalkers, yet it holds a deeper meaning. A hidden truth that the world has yet to know. A simple poems was found near the edge of the forest.
"In the forest, IT waits and sings a terrible song. All the musical notes are wrong, IT's voice is so strong. It calls to those who walk out at night, to those that worship the moon and embrace its might. It's voice can be heard at the crack of dawn, dancing at the tower were we had spawned. At the edge IT's eyes can be seen, they burn a darkened yellow. IT waits, for what was foretold."