Far outside the ring of fire, miles past the scorched plains on the inclining hills to the northwest live the descendant children of the Blackbird god Eruhan. When the gods first came down from the stars Eruhan was among them, and over time he twisted and grew in the stretching yellow fields. He had many children over the millennia, often in a bid to intimidate humans of the valley, and those children had children as well, and from this bloodline the Blackbird clan grew. From across the world melanistic birds were drawn to him, and they travelled from the most distant lands to reach him. They gathered here, thousands, enough to block the sun from the sky. He whispered to them in the rain that fell softly, in the wind through the leaves.