Once upon a time, adherents of the old ways used husks to create the Talo, guardian spirits infused with powerful blood and attuned to the living energies of the world. It used to be that every village of the ancient stone was guarded by a Talo, but now the nomad walks alone, the last son of an extinct art. Born into the endless expanse of the voidlands with no path, no past, and no name. more