Three hundred years ago the world shook. Along the eastern periphery, the invaders known as the Bnaimokt seized city after city. In the south, the shield of Men, the House of Zepath, lay broken by their ancient foe. A desperate migration led by their newly crowned King saw them settled to the north. Year after year the borders of Man shrink in a hostile world, ancient Might lay broken and greedy eyes turn to desperate cities. And amidst it all, the Sea hungers.

You are born into this world. You are not a player at the board, merely a piece. The question is how valuable of a piece you will be?