It is long before recorded history, and the barren wasteland inhabited by the three equine tribes is a cold, inhospitable, and dark place. The unorganized populations of the industrious earth tribe, militaristic pegasi, and reclusive unicorns all fight for food and resources, and starvation besets many of them. With each difficult choice and each battle, the land grows colder, and with every poor peasant that starves, an unseen evil grows full.

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Our budding group was well on it's way to becoming the premier criminal Organization in the land. We had powerful connections, and we weren't afraid to target the most secure locations in the city. Even the Institute. The oldest center for magical studies. And contained within was an ancient and powerful stone. It turns out that more groups besides ours had a vested interest in obtaining this artifact. They were even willing to destroy our organization, kill our friends, and send us on the run: fugitives from the law, and thirsty for justice.