In the swamplands of the South, the descendants of the Great Tamer train each beast and abomination of the mires to sate their thirst. For blood was the currency many paid to gain their seat of survival in these wicked lands and none were prepared to squander it. Thus, the rolling hills of the greater world would hear the thunder of hoof and armoured boot. The clatter of spear and stalwart shield. By rites of conquest and rituals of blood, the unified tribes of Silas will honour their ancestors’ dreams of domination.