Mirefield

A world of decline and decay, relics of bygone ages of great wonders and technology now left to rot and rust in the womb of a new era. Science brought man to the highest heights and it sunk it to the lowest lows. Seemingly by the will of nature itself those ages have ceased to be, along with their hubris and glut.

The world remains scattered now. A few city states horde the remaining relics of power left, each of them but infinitesimally small fragments of what came before. Untold villages and towns dot the landscape, ranging from collections of scientists who worship technology like gifts from the divine to simple farmers who have never operated something more complex than a windmill.

Strange creatures prowl the lands, whether beings of some unknown purpose from the past or something more inexplicable and eldritch, they hunt mankind and all that which springs from it. Man, in his fear, named these creatures "Primevals.” They are locked in endless conflict with humanity. Warriors, trained from a young age to fight the Primevals and defend mankind are known as Prowlers.

The legends of the past are lost, sunken into obscurity and myth. However, with such godlike figures gone, perhaps it is time for new warriors to rise up and claim the secrets of times long gone for themselves. In a small town in southern Agia, those warriors may be found.