A year ago, a trader stumbled into the village of Greenvale, injured and exhausted. He muttered about an army that was coming, and pleaded with the village to warn others. Before anything could happen though, he was shot by an arrow fired from a great distance. And he was only the first to die. A small group of mis-matched individuals managed to work together and escape. They were pursued by their attackers, wildmen covered in blue tattoos, first toward Laverock, and then south, until they finally threw them off their path by taking to sea. Now they have arrived in Ceinnan, and thus the story continues....