The Region of Sacae – the wide pastures of northern Elibe, which belonged to the descendants of the equestrian Lady Hanon. It was the home to many nomadic tribes who followed a code of honor: to put aside their differences and help one another when in need. In other words, to gather against an invader full-force, like the wrath of a storm.

The year was 980.

Inspired by his former chief, young Guy of Kutolah ventured out to become the greatest swordsman in all of the plains. A conceited idea easily entered one's mind when immature, but Guy's feelings grew stronger the more he witnessed plight all across Elibe. That also included himself; every day, Guy said a grace to everything below and above for being able to live another day. He could train day and night, and find a brilliant sword instructor, but since he was alone, he lacked the wares to trade for food. Therefore, he sold his sword to others.

One day, in a farm village situated miles off Khathelet, the locals held a meeting in the square.

"They would go this far to come here and pillage?"

"No one of Lycia would accept this savagery. If only we had strong knights to march up there."

"Indeed. It'd be suicidal. It's like marching into a swarm of vicious beasts. Like a sleuth of bears."

The crowd piqued Guy's interest, and he followed a group who carried cheap tools in their hands. From heavily etched canes to rakes, the tools served as martial weapons. Are they stupid, he thought. The Sacae boy was allowed to stay in the village after helping a girl who went to gather fruits near the northern mountain range. They noticed that he had a sword, placing faith in him. A greenhorn. Perhaps that's how desperate they needed a blade, and Guy simply took the bait to lift his esteem.

"The Taliver has gathered up there. It's best not to go without some protection."

"Taliver…" Listening in on the conversation, Guy froze. A flow of thoughts resounded in his mind, in which made his ears become deaf to the crowd's voices. The word was familiar to Guy. It was the name of a mountain range near Bern, bordering his home of Sacae. Rather than being inhabited by horse nomads however, Taliver was inhabited by axe marauders. When Guy returned to his senses, he caught a story about children being impaled by the Taliver. That's when he remembered a year ago, and heard her voice distorted by weeps.

"Even woman and children…"

Guy had a friend, and could not forget her face, which was filled with a thick sorrow. It struck him like a weapon. The village crowd would not realize Guy quietly brooding. His hand trembled against the hilt of his sword. Reviving itself was another feeling that he had forgotten: He fumed with revenge.

They will pay. The next day, at early dusk, Guy of Kutolah left the village on foot. His destination was the northern plains nearby. He'll be far ahead of the offense.