The plains have been your home for as long as you can remember. You and your family are nomads, wandering from place to place with the seasons. Life has always been peaceful, despite the work and the hardship. Everything changed when your people were attacked by the Rak’thar, a ruthless pack of brigands and cutthroats. You tried to help defend your friends and family, but you were soon knocked down by the fist of a particularly muscular brute. As you hit the ground, you can faintly hear him call to another bandit, “Oh she’s a beauty! The Chief is gonna love her!” The last thing you hear before you slip into oblivion is their raucous laughter.