2 Prologue 2: War was coming

After leaving the tent to let his child and wife rest the warm expression on his face vanished and changed in to the cold and intimidating look he usually carried as he headed towards the center of the village of tents.

As he walked he passed by many other individuals who carried the features of the clan.

Black hair with silver eyes and chocolate brown skin all wearing dark furs over their muscular frames, all of which look at Rog'Thane with respect and reverence as if looking at a hero which is not wrong as he, one of the strongest men and a well known leader of the clan basically carried this clan on his back as a leader. He was known as Rog'Thane the silver eyed guardian of the SilverMoon clan due to his protectiveness towards his clan mates and fighting style.

He usually carried a massive tower shield along with a double edged sword that is as wide as the waist of a normal man. Along with his large and muscular frame made for an intimidating match up.

Soon Rog'Thane reached the center of the clan and made his way into a massive war tent that had the tusks of what looked to be a mammoth type mammal. Arguing of men can be heard from the outside.

As he enters he gained the attention of everyone in the room for a brief moment before everyone is back on topic. Rog'Thane then walks towards the table to listen in.

"We should stand and fight I'm tired of retreating, they won't leave us alone even if we leave the main land!" says a man with a with a black braided beard and bald head as he glared towards the end of the table where a elder can be seen sitting down with a slightly arched back. You could tell he was getting old even by barbarian standards.

The mans once black hair was now entirely white and his beard was slightly below his chest. His once bright silver eyes that shined with vigor was now dull and muddled giving his eyes a murky look.

His chocolate brown skin was now full of wrinkles and his muscles although still there seemed loose.

You could tell he was handsome when he was younger but he seemed to age a lot with the stress along with passing time.

His eyes scanned the room making everyone quiet down as he was about to speak. What he said first was "Rog'Thane how was the birth?" In a deep but also hollowed voice giving an even deeper impression of his old age.

Rog'thane looked at the man and said in a respectful and caring tone" father the birth went well and it was a boy" he paused and then spoke again" we have named him Dane. He and Kami are currently sleeping and you can meet them tomorrow at first light." He then sat back in his seat and let the elder speak

The elder looked relieved and exited but quickly asked another important question. He asked" how are the boarders how much time before they reach here?" He asked in a worried tone

Rog'thane spoke with a solemn voice as he thought back to what he saw at the edge "Father the Domoksa will be here after crossing the great edge in about 3 years time due to the cold seasons arrival and it will cause their beasts to slow which will give us time to move farther towards the Toruh Mountains. They will also have to deal with the lizard beastmen tribes who lurk in the Great Edges crevices as they are quite hostile."

Then Rog'thane began looking at the map stretched across the long table with a thoughtful look.

The Clan was currently located near a lake some distance away from the Great Edge near the Tundras of Dermani.

On the Map is a map of the surrounding continents as well as where they are currently marked near the south edge of Dermani.

Dermani is a continent known for its Icy Tundra forests as well as its mountain peaks of Toruh which they must cross because previously to moving here they heard of rumors that there were lands beyond them over the snow dunes of exile.

Even though no one has ever made the journey to know if it's true currently it's their only hope if they wish their bloodline to continue.

On the map were images and information of all other continents.they were named in a Bold font and archaic language-

Orgon-to the south of Dermani separated by a huge Canyon named the Great edge west of sereph and north of Belom

Sereph- to the south of Dermani separated by an ocean named the Frozen depths, east of Orgon and north of Belom

Belom-to the south of the other continents connected only to sereph and Orgon with and chain of jungle isles in the ocean south of it

Dermani-to the north of the other continents and the only way to cross into the snow dunes of exile is over the Toruh Mountains

After looking over the map he turned to the bald headed bearded man and said" brother I know how you feel about this but it's the only wa-"but he was cut short by the bald man saying" but nothing! How will we avenge the deaths of our brothers and sisters if we don't fight while we can?! We don't even know if the rumors of the other lands were true as they are only Rumors!" The bald man angrily yelled as he glance furiously at Rog-thane

Rog-thane could only shake his head at how his brother Dalm is acting. He is usually calm but after hearing about the plan to flee he flew into anger

Rog-thane then continued to try to reason with Dalm but all it did was make him angrier. Then finally the elder spoke with a louder voice then usual " SILENCE!" the two brothers immediately went quiet to their fathers command as they only stared at each other silently

The Elder spoke after a couple of coughs from raising his voice" I'm getting old you two and I'm worried for the last of our kin as I'm already one leg in the ground" he said in a weak voice

The two many felt pained to see their father like this but kept to themselves.

Suddenly an elder woman walked into the tent carrying a leather gourd like pouch that seemed to contain a liquid that smelled of herbs that seemed to sooth everyone inside the tents tense minds and everyone eased up slightly

The woman walked slowly towards the elder man at the end on the table and handed him the gourd while she began to speak " here Salem drink this, it'll help you rest your body" she spoke in and old and caring voice while looking at him with a warm gaze.

The elder man Named Salem took the leather gourd whilst thanking the woman in a caring voice as well" thank you Marie " he said with a smile as he drank the herbal mixture and stood up slowly while walking deeper into the tent to rest

Marie watched him and then turned around towards dalm and spoke in a calm and old voice " Dalm, Rog-thane is only trying to help the clan, I know you want to avenge our fallen clan members but you must calm down and remember we will return and pay Blood for Blood to our enemies"

She said the last part with in a dark tone

Marie then turned to the other five men in the room Rog-thane included " everyone please go and calm your minds for we will resume the meeting later today" she said and everyone nodded

But before she could leave Rog-thane spoke" mother would you like to come see your grandson?" He questioned as he thought back to Dane who is with Kami

Marie instantly said yes and they left quickly to see the boy along with Dalm as he was curious of the child of his Brother.

But there was still something on his mind as they chatted and made there way to Rog-thanes home

'War was coming' he solemnly thought whilst walking