The year is 6,000 BCE, in the land of Tinell. Civilization? Mostly scattered into small tribes and a few walled cities. This is where our story begins, in the (relatively) massive city of T'nell, located in the massive forest in the middle of the island. The local tavern/inn's activities are in full swing today, with music, songs, and drinking happening altogether. A young Arkadat, wearing a suit of leather armor, tattered green rags over it, and a determined look on her face waits for the festivities to stop, and when they do, she climbs up to the center of the tavern and begins to shout. This had been a pretty common sight in T'nell for the past week, and was barely tolerated by the tavern owner, but not for much longer.
"People of Tinell... I ask you, how much longer can you stand these constant, unrelenting attacks by the Reils? How much longer can you stand to be raided, looted, and killed by these beasts? As we speak, they're uniting themselves to completely annhilate us, and yet all you do is stand here and drink, ignoring the problem entirely! I ask each and every one of you here, who will stand with me and save Tinell?!" She threw her fist into the air, a rather common habit of hers, but back in her tribal days it seemed to get the warriors rallied.
