Prologue of Rareonce-Revelation of the Weavers
You go into the village and your instantly surrounded by humanoids with black wings.
They look at you. "Your a Weaver..." One of them said. "An undecided Weaver."
"A what?" you asked in shock.
"A Weaver. We are Darkweavers, we control demons and the fiery pits of hell itself. We are the rarest kind. And once a century, one of us is born. But you, you are undecided. So we can either kill you now, or you can join us, and we can make you a Darkweaver." They said.
They look at you. "Your a Weaver..." One of them said. "An undecided Weaver."
"A what?" you asked in shock.
"A Weaver. We are Darkweavers, we control demons and the fiery pits of hell itself. We are the rarest kind. And once a century, one of us is born. But you, you are undecided. So we can either kill you now, or you can join us, and we can make you a Darkweaver." They said.