Hishe sighed; some Sionn had magic to heal themselves with. It was a gift he'd often found himself wishing for, rather than the staff and the gift of speed the Fox had blessed him with. Now was such a time - he'd not be able to fight effectively for a while with his hands like this. Still, as Freeda spoke, he nodded.
"The Sorcerer - Asarth, by name - is the only direct survivor of an ancient cataclysm. My people indirectly survived it, by fleeing when the land sank beneath the ocean's waves. All we know is that the thing which brought about the cataclysm sank with the land; we all vowed, saved Asarth, to ensure that it remained buried in the waters. To that end, out greatest living wizards and priests gathered their power, and brought three spirits forth to guide chosen groups as guardians. The Lugh, followers of the Flame, who stand guard at the ocean's edge - Asarth has yt to pass them, thankfully, and their power is great still. If any can pass them, however, Asarth will be the one. The second spirit was Maoon, the Lunar spirit, whose followers were guardians of the Shard and the Medallion. Their order was beaten by the Sorcerer some years ago, and he carried both Shard and Medallion now, and seeks to use them to raise the sunken land and retrieve the cataclysm's bearer."
The Sionn paused, and flexed his hands again. "The third order... Is the order of the Sionn, guided by the Fox. When others fail, we are called upon. We are the hunters, the trackers. In normal times, we enforce the sacred laws. In times like this... We hunt the ones who seek the evil beneath the waves. I was given to the hunt for the Sorcerer eight years ago, an have fought him many times. Each time he slips away, each time he becomes stronger. Since last I fought him, which was before the last time I visited my homeland, he has gained the alliance of the underworlds... And he closes ever faster on the place to use the Shard and Medallion. If he succeeds... Another cataclysm may be unleashed, and another land destroyed. I must stop him before he can release it..."