"Tell me, kid. You ever heard of the Firstborn? No? Not surprised you haven't - it's an old tale mostly told to children, to stop them from sneaking out at night. Anyhow, the legend goes that during the very first years of man, during the times of Creation, where the Gods still were shaping the world and we were banging rocks together, there was a man born with an unquenchable thirst for violence. He quickly proved himself a fearsome hunter, slaying many a beast that have since gone extinct and every time he ate their heart, to gain a measure of their power. But even that could not truly sate his thirst, for there soon was nothing for him to hunt that he hadn't already. In his blood-thirst he turned upon his fellow men and slew them eating their hearts. It was at this point that the Gods had been wroth enough to intervene, for the Firstborn had caused a discord in their vision of Earth; an unexpected development. For his insolence the Gods cursed him. His hard earned powers would only remain so long as he quenched his thirst with fresh blood. He would never again see the Sun, for they cursed his flesh to sear whenever the Sun casts its radiance upon him. In doing so, they had reduced the greatest predator, the King of the Land, into a mere stalker in the dark, desperately trying to hold onto his power.
They say he still lives, and every night without fail he searches for fresh prey, to keep alive and maintain his hard-won strength, all while waiting for a chance to take his revenge upon the Gods themselves. Anyway, reason I’m telling you this is, don’t go grasping beyond your reach. And definitely don’t piss off the Gods, yeah?”
- The Traveller, seen in inns and taverns across the land since times immemorial, said to bring good luck and prosperity to the place he visits.