The bloody steppe, the badlands, the wild country. People have many names for it, but in the tounge of the native Taniwhans it is called Koraha. It is seemingly endless place, stretching from the Maunga mountain range in the frozen north to the high peaks of the Tokas in the sweating south, divided only by the great river Awa  which tears through the neverending leagues of grassland like a great ugly scar. It is the home of many forms of life, both beast and people, and has stood witness to the rise and fall of many civilizations. Dotted through the landscape are the great ruins of the ancients, foremost of which are the great skybridges that run uninterrupted from north to south in great arches, hundreds of feet above ground. Below rages the bloody struggle of everyday life; beast eats beast, beast eats man, man eats beast and, in some cases, man eats man. It is a dangerous place, no doubt, but also a free place. It is said that even in the time of the ancients, Koraha was much the same as it is today. Undisturbed, pure wilderness.

It sure feels that way to you.

For one reason or another, you are here. Here in this, the very heart of the wild, an eternity away from the cities and civilizations of the rest of the world. How you got here is a story of its own, but the story of what you did here is just beginning.
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It has been days since you last saw anyone else, beside distant herds of wild horses and other creatures. Days since you last spoke. Then suddenly, as you were about to call it a day and make camp for the night, you see something. High upon a hill in the distance you see a light, perhaps from a fire. It is not too long a way away to reach before darkness envelops the land. You can't make out the details from here, so there might be anything there from a lone wanderer like you, to a dozen bloodthirsty Taniwhans. The question is if you will risk the dangers for the possible reward of company.