Jin had been having an excellent day. The tree she'd slept in last night started to bloom in the dawn, and she'd awoken to the perfume of flowers. Deciding that was a good omen, she got up and hunted early. Within the hour, her arrows had netted her a fat vole, and she'd even found a few wild carrots to cook up. While roasting her kill over the fire, she gave proper thanks to the goddess Eden for providing her breakfast. Her clan were fervent followers, dedicated to the goddess of Creation. While there were other clans that followed Ultima, the goddess of Destruction, there was never much great war among them. Different clans only devolved into arguments and sometimes feuds, but nothing truly serious.

The issue was that so many had forgotten the duality of the goddesses, and had perverted Ultima's purpose for their own. That was how it had been explained to her as a child, anyway. What others called destruction was more closely translated to 'death'. Death was not a bad thing. All things died, so that all things could live. Life was the Sacred Beginning; Death was the Sacred End. The goddesses needed each other, and the world needed them both. But now one goddess was lost, and the other fallen into corruption. All the shamans across many clan lines said the same thing -

If the current path was not diverted, Doria would be irrevocably lost within the generation.

After burying her fire and the remnants of breakfast, she headed down the road. The scenery was beautiful, it overlooked the valley full of trees and the river running through it that fed fish to all of Moro Zera. Something besides the natural beauty took her attention, though. There was a small group of people, and something in them seemed... out of place. She was used to seeing all sorts in Tormin, human, elf, and so many more, but these people... It hit her all of a sudden. Weapons, they all had some kind of weapon, and they stood like warriors. Odd.

Jin kept walking, following the line of the river and the dip of the land. What she saw next stopped her dead. More people, but not just a group. Lines upon lines, shining armor and a metallic monstrosity following behind them, belching dark smoke into the air. She'd heard plenty of them, but seen nothing until now. This was the Imperial Army. They hated everything that wasn't human, and even some humans were treated like garbage. Instead of showing respect to all races made by the Goddess, Imperials mistook themselves as the only ones with a right to Doria. They were a people made of hatred. However much they hated, though, they were wise in their approach. They moved against the wind, and with the low elevation of the valley and the roaring river between them, scent, sight and sound would be masked. The other groups wouldn't be alerted until it was far too late.

Jin made the decision that would change the course in her life in less time than it took to breathe. She was off and running down the valley at full speed, using the trees and the hill to fuel her. Her meager magic, called by desperation, sped her approach further. They had to be warned before it was too late! Otherwise Moro Zera would be gone... 

While she approached, she started to scream a warning. “Hey! Your clan is in trouble! Up ahead!”  She realized she was calling out in Goblin, and her tongue fumbled precious seconds to find the Common. “Trouble! Danger! Enemies! HEY!”