Rain falls steadily on the timber and sheet metal structures of the encampment, the current settlement for a pack of roving furs and the human villagers fleeing their destroyed town. A village elder, Dekard, sits before a fire and tells his all too familiar tale.
"Long ago, our ancestors ruled this land without question. They lorded over the great machines of old, forged their mighty weapons, and changed their forms as they saw fit. It was at the apex of their power that they created the gateway to the Inferno. It granted our ancestors great power, the power many of us wield now, but it also released the plagues and demons that we must contend with. The king of the Inferno, the Arch- Demon Ba'al, sent forth his beast and minions to conquer this land. But his progress was slow, and it has been only within my lifetime that his corruption has reached the forests we have called home, and only now that we are forced from our homes. The Fallen ones will be but the first wave unless we can break Ba'als grip here. Rumor has it the ancients gateway hidden below the monastary is active, and providing evil passage to us. If it could be followed to its source, we may again rule this land..."
