"Moonwalker!" I heard the voice of an old friend call out to me.
I hurried out of my tent leaving behind both of my mates, their frightened expressions were already switched for ones better suited for battle.
"What's wrong?" I said to the guards, then I stopped as I realized these weren't guards, in fact, the orcs that stood in front of me weren't orcs from my clan at all.
My old friend, as well as several of the men, stood between them and the rest of the village.
"Who I am is not important, but I have a message from my master" one of the invaders said to me and I noticed that e wore a collar around his neck.
I turned to look at those accompanying him and I noticed that they all had similar collars.
These orcs were disgraced, they had lost a battle against another clan or tribe and had paid the price for it, all of their honer had been taken from them and now they were even less than beasts.
Perhaps one day they would earn their freedom, most didn't but in some rare occasion hey did, and they would be free to name themselves, as well as their fathers and tribes.
For an orc, there isn't anything more important than knowing who their parents were and what tribe they belonged to.
They lost all of that not for their own good but for the good of those that came before them, the disgrace of knowing that someone that once belonged to your tribe, your clan had been so weak and had become a slave, was a shame, not even the dead could bare.
"Whatever your master may want, why does he insult us with meeting with me first, and not honoring my chiefman first?" I asked the one that had spoken to me.
"I'm afraid you have to see it for yourself, as powerful as the chiefs are, they are not Shamans and so they wouldn't know what they are seeing" he answered me before tousing a necklace at me, it landed on the grass in front of me.
It was but a simple roughly carved stone necklace held together with by the skin of a great worm.
I reached down to touch it and instantly I found myself standing in an open field, the land was dead, not even the elements dwelled here, even the earth was dead.
I watched as the souls of the dead passed by these lands, but something was different this time, several of the souls seemed to notice something and headed into the ground itself.
The land began to shake and ancient giants rose from their slumber, they didn't have the power over plants or life, nor was their control over the elements, no the ancients fed upon the spirit energies that were now abundant.
The souls returned to the stream of souls, their job now done, but it wasn't just one ancient, several more were rising.
The vision took me from one land to another, and another, each time the events would repeat themselves.
"What does your master want?" I asked the slave.
"I've done what I was ordered to" was his only answer before turning around and leaving, his way of speaking and acting was an insult in every way, but what could one expect from a slave, no the one responsible for everything done today was his master.
I waled to where my chief stood and looked at him, before handing him the necklace.
"Ancients are rising, powerful ones that control powers long forgotten"
"More reason to get those weapons, if you fail, then we will have to try with the humans."
I understood my old friend's hesitation to ask more from the humans, any form of elegance would make the one that proposed it seem weak, by the one receiving the offer.
"I'll be o my way then" I said to him, I didn't even have to enter my tent, my things were already prepared, both my mates had filled my bags with enough food, water, and a spare weapon.
I would be traveling familiar lands that had been changed, a dangerous act for one traveling alone, but nothing I couldn't handle.