The Chaos Plains were unknown to pretty much all of Livingkind, yet strange and mutated beasts poured out of that place and harassed local villages and took prey on anyone without a sword, with every day passed it seems that news of these attacks have only been increasing. Most were scared of the Chaos Plains and what it could possible hold but the reach of that place only seemed to spread as the violence grew worse, kingdoms of many kinds could even be at stake. An unlikely pair of newfound and unlikely adventurers decided to take up this task in order to save their people and their very way of life.

One street urchin could only ever hope of getting off the junk planet of Vexxith, a planet where the lowest of the low hid and where he had the unfortunate fate of being marooned on, he had never left this place, yet he prayed and schemed, hoping to save up enough credits to get the first ship off here and start anew, up in the stars, where all his hopes and dreams could come true. Though he couldin't exactly pilot a ship himself, or even knew how to for that matter.