The Artifacts at Tawichi aren't the only ones that exist. In some parts of Tarrod,where the Eshal presence isn't strong,Cuada seekers have found more traces of the progenitors,in the form of large tools lying at the bottom of pools and creeks. Some of them are actually powerful beam weapons,but the Cuada of course,have no idea how to use them.
Unfortunately for them,the only trove of Artifacts comparable to that of Tawichi,lies in scattered marshes and swamps of the restive north-western part of Tarrod where some Anura and Lurdi tribes continue to defy the Eshal. In this region,the natives know of certain places where the half sunken remains of bizarre and arcane looking structures can be seen. They however,do not see them as sacred things,but rather as magnets for the evil that lurks there.These spots are given a wide berth by any Anura hunters or Lurdi packs that see them.
The superstitions of primitives? Or is it something more?There have been those of both the Anura and Lurdi that have snuck away in the dead of night to explore those forbidden places,against the warnings of their elders to give those places a wide berth.And they have returned in the mornings with their heads held down in an oddly submissive way and their eyes glazed.Some rush to them,filled with concern for their missing tribe mates,only to realize that it is no longer their friend and kinsman,when that individual turns on them in a violent rage,all the while cackling maliciously,even as he slays people he has known all his life.They slay and slay,until they are finally cut down by horrified and stunned tribe members.
The tribe elders call these unfortunate individuals,the Doomed. They know that these vile deeds are the work of the Black Ones. Maloveant things that violate the soul and body of a sentient being,taking over his will completely for their own twisted purposes. Tales of these evil things abound in the legends of the Anura and Lurdi,with their grisly deeds often told by elders on dark nights. Those foolish enough to dismiss them as stories meant prevent rebellious youngsters form wandering off on their own,discover too late that the Black Ones are very real. The elders for their part,have no idea why the Black Ones haunt those places where the mysterious things are. They just know that those fool hardy enough to venture into them,suffer a fate worse than death.
Could this have been the fate that befell the creators of the Artifacts? One can only wander.