Backstory Jarviryn dungeons and dragons

As a child, i never realized how unusual the phantoms at the edge of the village where. I have seen them standing out among the trees; black figures, like people draped in long sheets with two glowing eyes, doing nothing. I stopped mentioning them when my parents dismissed it as an overactive imagination, but they were always there. I grew older sheltered from the wider world, staying inside as often as you could. As I grew older, I learned that the black figures had never harmed anyone. They managed to arouse my curiosity more and more. One day I gathered enough courage to approach them. They stood still until one of them held up his hand, the others walked away towards the forest. The single figure that remained standing waved his hand. It seemed like he wanted to tell me to follow them. And I did that, I followed the black figures deep into the forest, the deeper I walked into the forest the more faded the figures became. But to this day, I still see them when I stay in one place for too long, motioning me onward to some yet undiscovered goal.

Since a little while it's no longer me and the black figures. Because on one of my last adventures I met Ratcliff Elderwood, Adrian Lionheart, Rurik Ungart and Mike Majora. From that moment on they were my companions. The urge to move myself has not stopped yet, and I can still see the black figures. Although I never told my companions about it, because as my parents always said, it is in your head.