My home has long gotten occupied by cruel creatures. They have killed our giant friends who provided food for us, and commanded rock to their will. Now a path of it lies in the forest. I was not alive when it had happened, the elders spoke of it. You could here many stories about them. They walk on two legs, and wear some type of fur they can get out of and change to another. They can walk, but sometimes they crawl into quick, loud beasts of rock and controll them as they wish. Or so they say. I never met one.

I have been warned of them. They are unpredictable. Some of our members have been killed by these beasts. But...