The ancient world of Saliorah is a powder keg on the precipice of war. Fueled by petty politics and the ambitions of man, it falls upon the common man to take matters into their own hands.  When a mythical tree creature is reincarnated, a warband of plucky adventurers must toe the line between friend and foe if they wish to see the next dawn. When man chooses violence over diplomacy, it falls upon creatures of balance to put man’s ambitions to rest.  What can one person do when the dogs of war begin to bark at the gates?