They have been waiting for the divine ones to awaken for centuries, trapped underground in eternal darkness in their crypts. Glowing blue figures speak to the Palers from the walls, deep and crackling voices reinforcing their conviction that they are the righteous few chosen to one day throw open the gates to the surface, ruling the nations of this Earth alongside the divine ones.
This day is near, but not near enough. Food is getting scarce, and more and more frequently the Palers must venture out and raid villages at night. Centuries in the dark have transformed them into pale, squat creatures with heightened senses, but no moral regards for surface dwellers. In such dark environments, the voice is the most important tool. Their Demagogues are masters of vocal manipulation, one word from them, properly enunciated with the correct tone and posture, can conjure emotions like fear or desire, or pure blinding pain.
One by one, their bunkers open. The Revivers among the Palers go searching for their kin in the remaining 44 bunkers, tightly gripping the holy Sun Discs they’ll soon brandish in front of locked entrances. Some of those entrances will slowly swing open, and set in motion a plan that is greater than anything they can imagine.