Here's a small setting primer that would, hopefully, convey the mood.<br/><em>"Know, oh Princess, that when your ancestors were young, the people of our world were already old! There were the mysterious, demon-controlling, reclusive and decadent Dragon Lords to the North-West; the Father Monkey-worshippers in the Eastern Mountains, always warring both among themselves and with the Tribes of the Moon that live in the opulent palaces of a now-extinct race of scholars in the Western parts of the same mountains. Then there were the Dalmat tribes, bravely crossing the Sea of Tears to bring trade to our lands and many others - or to bring sword and fire, if the time is right. There were the shores of Aquilonia to the Far West, and the Nemedian Two-Headed Eagle was flying over many lands in the Near West. Today's Scorched Lands were then thriving with people, between here the Eastrn Mountains, the Sea of Grass to the Northeast - where nomadic tribes of shepherds and riders still eke out a living mounted on their horses - and the Canopy Kingdom, which was, if it's possible, even more decadent than it is today.<br/>And above all of this, the Lords of Chaos and Law were clashing, their inconclusive battles sometimes allowing Balance to emerge. But this is not the tale I'm telling you today, on your 16th birthday, Princess. Instead, it is about strong women who overcame adversity...and sometimes, enjoyed it way too much.<br/>In this world, there walked two women whose passing definitely left a trace! Scholars still dispute what this trace was made of, but they were prophesied, rightly or falsely, to encounter the Living Blades, and to at least glimpse Tanelorn - the resting place for heroes who didn't let themselves become servants of one of the other two powers..."</em>