Long ago, a powerful meteor struck our world.
This molten rock took our form and walks among us, absorbing energy from the cosmos.

This being is The Aureate, a guardian of the night.
Some say they have seen it fire golden shards and beams of blinding light.

Made of bones, but harder than steel. They bind their soul in every weapon they've conjured. The clinking and clanking of the Bonesmith can be heard throughout the night.

Nobody questions where their endless supply of bones come from...

A ray of light falls upon the darkness. The Chimpions bow together. No one is left out. All possibilities still remain. They are here by choice.
Spirit is kept

Bones rattle and the sky fills with chanting skulls. What is being summoned? Only every dead ancestor that still clings to this world - some out of vengeance, others out of boredom. Brought to life by the shake of a stick.

Fires of so many hells in these eyes.