Walking through shadows, passing through darkness, stalking through the forgotten. Hold true the Ancient ways , and bear a light to pierce the shadows and show the way for others. Fending off the shadows in the endless night, baring fangs, claws and our blades to the untold hordes. Silent Protectors, quiet guardians, we wait and watch from the shadows. Call us not by name, but by what we really are. We are the wielders of the Old Ways. Of the Wild. Wild Magic.