The relatively small village was home to a wide variety of various magical inhabitants, though not great in it's actual number. Currently, the male inhabitants were off, investigating an apparition of some other plane, the abyss. The village elders were arrayed in a semi-circle, sitting upon ancient tree stumps with symbols carved on every inch. The women of the village were gathered, standing before the elders and hearing wisdom, guidance in this time of troubles, now that the dreaded Banes had returned, from their ages-long conquest. There were only a few villagers now left, most had fled, heading for distant lands or dark and hidden places, waiting for the Banes to leave once more. A few minutes into the talk, the air felt like it was coming alive around them, shimmering and humming. A cacophony of keens, shouts and bestial growls emerged from the darkened woods around them and the demonic tide spilled forth.