Close to the mystic grove, in a small inn not far from the forest, Five men were holding a meeting around a table that was holding a jar of wine and three plates of roasted venison. The room was closed off with a magic barrier, keeping all sound inside.
The men were different in appearance but they all shared one thing in common, a tattoo on their inner wrist. It was a of a sword composed of interlocking runes with a triangle in the middle of the blade. Inside the triangle was a flame...a flickering ember of fire. Around the triangle was a circle.
When observed under moonlight, in the middle of the flame as an eye, serpentine in appearance, creepy to those that had seen it. Most of course, had not lived to describe the creepiness to others for they had been at deaths door.
