You have just entered an ancient world left in rubble from an ancient war. The ramshackle west grows up in the shadow of the fabeled east, the great plains of Nubein, now turned to barren desert, where the vast expances of sand are broken only by mud flats, jagged rocks, and tumbling ruins.

The Empire of Efflamm holds the world in it's iron fist. For three hundrd and seven years, it has reigned from the Castle Ghizaza, near the ruins of the Holy city, Heliopolis, where the sun sets. It is the twenty first of second moon, 307 E, in the capital city of Efflamm, the port, Iotron, on the western coast of the mainland. This is where my story starts.