Consigned to oblivion, that is what this legacy of the ancestors had left us. I can’t help but feel there is something more they are not telling me, telling all of us. They try to protect us but can’t they see that only with knowledge can we grow stronger. We stumbled upon a misshapen creature today near the water, it was powerful and was stealing our women. It took many weapon blows before finally falling to my axe placed deep into the brow of its larger head. Aldrig and I asked it questions, apparently it was not alone. Others had also come for our women, other misshapen/deformed bipeds. Are these creatures related to the knowledge the elders keep from us? I will learn more about them, even if it means carving out and examining their hearts to do so. I will learn who and what I am.
Udokul even now runs to alert the elders, as Aldrig, myself and the others give chase with the pack.