The Ingonish have long been invaders in a land not there own. Having attacked the westering continent with its rich and prosperous land and overcome the native Gry and Gau peoples with weapons far surpassing their own. The only thing seeming to stand in their way were the An'Anu. Great warriors bonded to bright beasts of the sky with fire in their jaws and sunlight in their scales, the disciples of the great gods Aten and Olam. With the spirit-sword wielding Camarin at their side it seemed that hope had dawned for the native peoples of the land. But Olam decreed it not to be, for at their height in majesty and greatness, the An' Anu vanished. Many Gry and Gau, thinking themselves abandoned, surrendered to the Ingonish while others, believing the An'Anu to have flown to the great strongholds in the treacherous and mysterious outer lands left, never to be seen again. There had been a great train built in ages past that had connected all the strongholds of the outer lands but now this strength was a curse and the few faithful who had bided their time under Ingonish rule managed to bury it at the southern most point of the country at the edge of the abyss. Now the descendants of those faithful have decided the time has come to rise up against their oppressors and take the long journey north once more.