Day 13th of the 1st Month, Year 32
I awoke with a vision a few nights ago. An old orc, white bleached like the bones of kodo left in the sun for too long approached me and told me of an approaching darkness, one that would shake the tribe to it's very core and would threaten not only our way of life, but all like us. She told me to guard the hammer we had hidden within our camp, and said that her master should never have it. I promised I would do what I could to prevent this future from coming to pass.
Kanama approached me a few days later about a meeting of the seers in Thunder Totem, and how they wished for me and my tribe to appear. We made the journey from our camp in Spiritwatch Point to Thunder Totem. We arrived, only to find the same orc from my vision. She spoke of her master coming, and the void energy he carried with him, begging us to stop it. I agreed, and we soon found ourselves at the call of the Highmountain seers once again.
The Highmountain Seers called for our aid once again, and we answered. Several of their kinsmen have gone missing from their homes without a trace, curious to see what was happening to them, we set off to the dwellings of those just recently taken from their people. Arriving at their tents, we had not much to go on. Nothing was disturbed, and it looked as if their owners had just left prior to us arriving. We searched high and low through their tents, and found nothing physical. But what we did find was perhaps more helpful. The residue of magic, which would lead us across Highmountain to a damp cave. We followed the trail of magic deep into the cave, where we would find something horrifying.
There, they kept the corpses of those they kidnapped. Their bodies desecrated and used in all sorts of disgusting blood magic rituals. As we approached, we would find ourselves trapped by a pulsing orb of void magic. The others attacked, but were injured greatly by the magic. I decided it was best to leave, and thus urged my tribe out of the caverns.