In the evenings when most would hide away from what the night has to bring, there can be seen a glow emanating from within one of the many mysterious forests of Equinox. The sound of drums rise and fall as the resting animals of the forest raise their heads with wild eyes to listen. The firelight dances as the shadows of forms are cast against the cold earth. The fevered pitch of the moment builds until it can no longer be withstood before silence reigns once more as a final voice pierces the darkness.
Many within Equinox believe in an afterlife. With that comes many different views and different ways to exploit what should be a peaceful rest. Tribes that were considered less civilized throughout Equinox have called on their ancestors since creation to bless them, protect them, to grant them their dark desires rather than to ask it of the gods. One night, they answered.
Endowed with the magic of souls long past these Shamans, as they would come to be named, range from the vengeful witchdoctor to the gentle magi who seeks the benefit of others. Sacrifices have been found in clearings where the Shamans practice their rites and are endowed with this strange magic. While savage, their magic is effective. This none can deny. However the dark taint that comes with the power of the ancestors and of the sacrifices shines through in their magic in each good deed or otherwise. |
