The History of Old

An aged woman with white hair and crimson eyes sits on a straw mat before you. She sips carefully from a small bowl of tea, and then beckons for you to join her with a smile.
   "So, you wish to know of our history, do you? Well, have a seat, this may take a bit." She waits for you to take your seat, and then continues.
   "Well, the K'urimja were a tribe on the outskirts of Han, oh... probably two-hundred or so years ago, long before Yuri's time on the throne, at least. Strange looking folk, they were, though generally courteous in their own right. They had a sort of dark grey skin, and such ash white hair, you'd think they were specters if you saw one at night. And perhaps strangest of all, they had grey blood. I figure that was the reason they didn't associate much with normal folk. They always preferred living in pleasant silence among their kin; they surely had a great love for their tribe.
   "If there's one thing they were devoted to though, it was their studies of the mind, body, and spirit. Sasang, Chagi, and Kiun, they called them... 'The Three Disciplines'. Now, they seemed to believe that if they could become so skilled in the Three Disciplines as to perfect themselves, they would reach a sort of enlightenment. And from their studies, you'd best believe those folk gained some skill! 'Course they only ever used it for self-defense, seeing no reason to waste their skill on senseless fighting. Why, they even sent their children out into the wild lands when they were young, leaving them alone to survive and find their way back. Now now, I know what you're thinking, it sounds barbaric. But it sure helped them keep the bloodline strong, culling out the weaker members from the start. Not to mention, those children grew up with a knowledge that not many these days have." The aged woman pauses for a moment and watches your expression with a slight grin. Her grin slowly fades into a frown as she sits in the silence, her eyes now staring into her tea bowl.
   "But... content as they were in their little place between here and Han, it would not last. The Han didn't care much for the K'urimja being on their borders after awhile, I fancy it was because of their odd mannerisms and appearance. They didn't want to leave the land that they had called home for so long, though, and so the officials of Han drove them off by force. Many K'urimja died, the rest fled to surrounding lands. Those that had fled eventually learned to find their place among the normal people of the lands, and so their children, grandchildren, and so forth, began to look less and less like the original tribe of K'urimja. Nowadays, you can't see much resemblance at all in descendants, other than such small things as premature greying." She motions a hand over her own white hair with a chuckle. "I'm not as old as I look, you see!"
   "The last full-blooded K'urimja in the lands, Charon, knew his race was fading with the passing generations, as was the teachings of old. So he searched far and wide, and gathered to him the descendants of his ancient kin, and poured into them everything he could regarding the original tribe. He called this group of descendants his "Shadow". Among the things he taught them was the ability to find their own kind, other descendants like themselves, as Charon knew he wouldn't be around forever.