The Horrors are most dreadful creatures, neither humans nor beast, although they couldst resemble both at times. There are big ones and small. Some may be ugly as sin whilst others as charming as one’s deepest desire. There are those that sit quietly and avoid humans, and those that do trail the scent of humans, as wouldst a wolf, until they get to strangle one of them. There are also others that revel in making their victims suffer slowly, tearing them apart as would a crow whilst they still yet breathe.

So families did need to gather together, to live and farm in groups and watch over one another. Carelessness was forgotten, and everyone henceforth did live in fear. All did have to know their place, to listen their chief, and to worship his party, for without, not a one of them would be spared the Horrors. Bleak was the warriors’ fame, for when a Horror did come towards the gathering, the party wouldst bravely fight the enemy whilst facing certain death, for they did focus solely upon allowing the rest of the tribe a safe escape.