Lakes of Blood and Ash
Reavers of the Jungle's Madness
Men that are no longer men, no longer sane, butchers and beasts that feast on the flesh of the living and dead alike. The other tribes believe the forest is still sick, in places, it is there you can catch the Jungle’s Madness. People disappear all the time, on hunts or whole parties heading to another village or glade, vanished. Seldom are their survivors to speak of an attack by the Jungle’s Madness, so often successful and final, are they. Yet, all are aware the Reavers exist, the Greens have a long oral history of their attacks and the walls of the glades bear the scars of their assaults like high watermarks.
Those of the Shadow that the Lakemen believe they know, they are the Reavers, come down from the forests. They care not who they kill. The people of the low country see only shadows in the morning mists, fishermen report that they returned with their catch to find nothing, no fires or bodies, only blood and empty homes. After many such massacres, the people of Akhet pulled back from the nameless lake and the dark of the mountains. That is not to say that several pharaohs have not gathered anywhere from a talon to a dragon of men to sweep into the mountain mists. Though most never find anything, other companies have been lost to a man.
That this threat takes the bodies and seems disinterested in taking ground or material spoils has lead to scholars supposing them cannibals. Still, they never journey beyond the mountain mists, so these vile beasts of men have largely faded into myth as the people of Akhet have distanced themselves from their haunts.