Graven with hills and mountains was the Impasse of Tapacho. Between jagged spines of FeyCho and SeeGu(n), the cold air chased its way down to quick rivers and meandering streams. Forests lay still, full of Spirits, while the meadows rippled in gentle whisper. Nestled amongst such groves were the settlements. Village and town, field and orchard, brick and cobblestone. Making their way through the labors of life, the people grew. And so did their wealth.
But peace was not to remain.
A dark storm blew in their direction. It came with a clamor of a thousand hoofs, the clattering of ten thousand swords, the cacophony of a hundred thousand boots...
...
and the cackle of one man.