Born from the ashes of the fires that formed the lands they rose up to kill and destroy, for hate and anger is all they knew. They learned to adapted to the harsh new world; the world which once belonged to us, taming fire and steal and beast. Their numbers grew as they consumed the lands like the fires that created them and soon the scars upon the soil grew deep as the skies and waters darkened. We fought against them as best we could, but soon our number declined. There was no defense for their cunning and ruthlessness, and those of us that were not sloughed or eaten were enslaved and made to do their biding. The world belonged to them and we were helpless to stop them, and soon the lands tuned back into the fire and ash for which they came. These demons who stood on hind legs and called themselves…man.