Of the Toroso, the Blackest Hate

At twilight of that first day of life, Runos created the Toroso. Unlike the Dalmuni, the Toroso did not love Runos, and they did not love light, for he crafted these beings out of ash. When they first looked into the sky on the night of their creation, they beheld the a great course of shooting stars, for Runos was yet arranging the heavens, and were terrified. And from this day forth, fear, violence, power, and death was their creed. Their love of the art of death drove them to supremacy in the art of war. On land, they forged mighty and cruel weapons, developed masterful battle tactics, and constructed enormous machines of war. At sea, they built great and terrible ships and sailed fleets that housed entire armies, floating death. In stark contrast to their noble cousins, the Dalmuni, the Toroso became a barbaric people. Conquerors, adventurers, and tyrants, the Black, Dark Hate became the scourge of the land and of the sea.

The Toroso looked very different from the Dalmuni. They were a dark people, having dark, charcoal skin, straight back hair, and hateful black eyes. They easily matched their counterparts, however, in terms of cleverness, strength, and agility. Like the Dalmuni, the Toroso were blessed with seemingly ageless lives until Runos looked upon their evil hearts and cursed them. He gave the Toroso a choice. Runos did not deem it just for the Toroso to be both very wise and ageless, for, when combined with their zeal for power, the Toroso were far too powerful. The Toroso were forced to choose between their divine wisdom and their immortality, and, seeing how agelessness would better suit their ambition, the Hate rejected wisdom. Hence, the Toroso became of an even more depraved mind, the greatest evil known to both mortals and immortals.

The Toroso gave themselves over to passions and whims. They knew neither law nor order. Instead, chaos and death reigned supreme. And for this reason, they very nearly destroyed each other. But one day, the Enlightened One came. From where, no one knew. But he ruled the hordes with an iron fist for thousand of years. The King of the Toroso, whom few met face to face, is surely a mystery to be solved.

And so the Toroso awakened, the Children of Twilight, Dalmuni's Bane...