A woman with raven black hair and piercing green eyes, her face smeared with dirt and clad in tattered clothing, has fled a grim dungeon and now wanders through a desolate wasteland. The landscape is bleak and muted, echoing the somber tones of a world forgotten. Around her move others, similarly clothed in rags, their eyes hollow and haunted. The group, reminiscent of Tolkien's Hillmen, strides through the barren expanse, an assembly of the forsaken seeking a glimmer of hope in the ruins of what once was.