Snow settled the slopes of the tired hillside. Mashkaroth was now a long dead town, burried and gone in ashen remains. It was the eternal cycle. Birth, life, death. And life would bring forth new, and the birthed would raise from the dead. Hath Charosh had been invited to stay with the tribe and live like one of their own. Offered a place to rest and good clothing for the time. The ashlanders moved lower into the valleys, where the winter would not be as harsh, and more land was good to build upon. The next settlement was far too big just for this one tribe. After the clearing and the rite of naming, mabess declared the new settlement as 'Roshkamar'. The elder searess would thus divine, among the ash fire and snow, among the tribesorcs that eagerly avaited the fortune. From the first hunted game, a boar, from it's guts and it's bones. 'Time will be grim for Roshkamar, the spirits do not align with the stars, and the elder gods lie waiting.' The mood was grim for the evening and the boar was then discarded and turned to fodder for the Ash leopards and barghests. Most went to bed that day worried, only briefly celebrating the birth of Roshkamar. Only the following day when the gentle snow came falling down again would the mood lighten. And in two days everyone was extatic. What was this day? Some children seemed more gleeful than on the other days. From the west came the Blackhawks, Mabess would be the first to greet and embrace Dormak Nighthowl. This time they brought their whole families with them, and not just elite warriors on painted barghests The Snow-wolves were only an hour behind. Their leader was elderly and wise, the previous Warchief of the Ashlanders. Mabess would mention to Hath that he, Do'Ras Silvermane was once her teacher. Three hours later came the Silverstones on their ash leopards. Among them, right up front, her daughter and eldest child, Arda. Mabess was too proud. Later still, last came then the Shadowreavers from the south. Their furs the darkest of them all, and their presence more imposing than the blackhawks, yet most were wise mages and seers, their children were most composed. (son to turn into rioting devils!) And so the ashlanders were not one, but many. Yet why they all came, it was unknown to the outsiders.