Waajin
Golden Eyes
Waajin was born different.
His eyes burned gold, and his visions frightened his people.
They cast him out.
The Golden Victor
He survived.
He returned stronger, feared, and impossible to ignore.
Victory only made him hunger for more.
A Presence Makes a Whisper
Then something began to answer him.
A presence hidden somewhere beyond his visions. Waajin listened.
Convincing The Tribe
Hunger Exposed
Waajin returned to his people with a promise.
Power. Survival. A future without weakness.
Some chose to follow him.
The Furnace
The tribe surrendered to something greater than themselves.
What emerged was no longer entirely Zulmari.
350 years later
The hunger did not end.
It multiplied.
The tribe became Aurivores
gilded monstrosities of excess and greed, roaming Zulmar.
Where they walk, molten gold spills from their bodies,
turning the desert into a sea of gold.
They still worship Skaedir.
Now as its Vesselites.
Bound to it, In body and in soul.
The tribe was remade into skaedirs hunger.
Waajin was remade into skaedirs voice.