You will need the heart of a lion to climb up the mountians in the northern wastelands. It is cold there and the storm never sleeps. The villages are small and artless, little bird's nests on the steep hillsides. The people there are shy and they dislike strangers. Be on your guard or you will wake up with a dagger in your back.
It's not a good place to live. The summer is short and the fields are dead. Only the most frugal animals are able to live there. But it's not only the winter, not only the snow or the biting cold that makes the people shiver and fearful. It's the fact that the hunters are living on the top of the mountains.
You don't know what the hunters are? Mark my words, you don't want to find out. They are stray, feral men. They are not hunting deers, nor wolves or bears - they are hunting deamons.
In the coldest winter nights you can hear them, blowing their strange horns and shouting alien words. If a child is able to use spiritual energy and you leave it alone in such a night, you will not find it again. They will take it with them, making them one of theit combatants and never let them go back. The live of a hunter is pretty short, most of them die in battle. The scars and bandages they wear, they keep them like medals.
How you can see that a person is a hunter? That's rather easy. Look at their eyes. Their mounts are big deamons, tamed by magic and the volition of its rider. A hunter shares his or her soul with the mount, so the eyes of them are red like an deamons.
Don't go up there to see one of them. Too many people who have done this did never come back. You will not see them anyways. The only trace they left are footprints and bloodspills on the ground. Nothing more.
It's not a good place to live. The summer is short and the fields are dead. Only the most frugal animals are able to live there. But it's not only the winter, not only the snow or the biting cold that makes the people shiver and fearful. It's the fact that the hunters are living on the top of the mountains.
You don't know what the hunters are? Mark my words, you don't want to find out. They are stray, feral men. They are not hunting deers, nor wolves or bears - they are hunting deamons.
In the coldest winter nights you can hear them, blowing their strange horns and shouting alien words. If a child is able to use spiritual energy and you leave it alone in such a night, you will not find it again. They will take it with them, making them one of theit combatants and never let them go back. The live of a hunter is pretty short, most of them die in battle. The scars and bandages they wear, they keep them like medals.
How you can see that a person is a hunter? That's rather easy. Look at their eyes. Their mounts are big deamons, tamed by magic and the volition of its rider. A hunter shares his or her soul with the mount, so the eyes of them are red like an deamons.
Don't go up there to see one of them. Too many people who have done this did never come back. You will not see them anyways. The only trace they left are footprints and bloodspills on the ground. Nothing more.
The text is more or less finished now - if you like to make a improved version, send me a PM! I know that my english is not the best.^.^
Thanks to whoever disarranged this into intermediate - I see this as a honor^^
