It is said that the Warrens held great significance in the civil war that took place two century's ago on this day at this time when the sun reached it's zenith in the sky. The sky was on fire and the dead piled as the waters ran red with the blood of soldiers and peasants alike, the place in year to come had been abandoned and the thorp above was deserted as the dead attracted the attention of all kinds of horrors...

You are either new to this ruin of old or you are as old as the stone itself, maybe you scavenge the old thorp above or pick at the dead of old searching for lost trinkets hidden amongst the dead. You are all making a living, often misunderstood as squatters occupying musty caverns and labelled as vile creatures.

The masses believe your kind needs to be herded and slaughtered like livestock, but you will not be herded and you won't stand such a fate.