The sun's first rays painted the sky with vibrant hues, a bird soared through the dawn breeze. The land was dry but complimented the sparkling sea waters of the shore.

But on that day, the shores dry land, and the waters that had complimented it, were stained by the smell of reeking corpses and its pool of leaking blood. Perhaps those corpses were a cumulation of battles from previous dates in time. But regardless those men were simply a thing of the past.

At the apex of a hill that stood before shore was a man, he had long straight brown hair and appeared to be somewhere around six feet, with a dirty brown hooded cape. He had a rusted crown on his head. It looked to be made of something cheap, like a crown crafted straight from a swordsmith if that was even possible. Though it was covered in blood, he couldn't help but look into the sea completely mesmerized.

Beside him was a boy, he stood around 5 feet 6 inches tall, had Dark Brown hair, and wore a white Viking-styled long-sleeve shirt with dirty brown pants. He wore a cape, it was ragged, with an ominous blue, and brown bear symbol on the back of it. His gaze was crystal-like the sparkling water of the sea. The hooded man was Bjorn and the boy beside him was his brother Bo.

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5 other people were behind these two. They too were caught up by the sea. Despite the bloody atmosphere, the brothers and the 5 other members only recognized the beauty of such a large body of water.

With his hand held high, and a tear running down his face, the Bjorn had announced,

" At last, We have made it... Away from this wretched land and to the real world..."

A mesmerized face of optimism and an awestruck Bo.

241 years ago the world speculated this group's mighty Tribe had been wiped out of the face of the planet, and vanished into a dead man's land known as the Outlands.

However, with these waters that stand before them, the drought of dead dreams has been washed away into a memory of the past. The waters had inspired a single thought for this group...

Revival.

The Ursus Tribe is back...