The time that stands before us is the Second Great and Bountiful Hundorien Empire. They say that the sun has not set on the Second Hundorien Empire for nearly 125 years and her trade routes, colonies, and armies can be found in every corner of the world. But our gaze falls on a seemingly small and unimportant corner of this world, King’s Crossroad. Under the shadow of the Gray Mountains sits this young town. A town that was once a worker’s camp for the reconstruction of the Imperial road running through King’s Canyon just 10 years ago.

Settled on the uncivilized fringe, near the intersection of two of the most ancient highways in the Empire, King’s Crossroad has all the makings to be a calm, common village, full of common people, doing common things. But that is one future, sadly to say, that this little village will never see.