A land in flux, a muddle of cultures, religions, and politics, held together by a tenuous stalemate between wary natives and awkward colonials. A respected leader disappears, and the delicate balance is upset. That leader is your father, and you must find him before everything falls apart.

Your land is Maroka? and she once spoke to us.. her children... but now, the land is not what it once was.. and she is silent...

... they came... armored in twilight... tall pale men... bearing rods that flashed thunder... proud and impetuous, even as they wilted under the gaze of Maroka's eye...

... we welcomed them amongst us, and the land fostered them within her embrace... they spoke of a great kingdom, far beyond the horizon... they preached of an almighty being... who held dominion over all... but their deity was a jealous one... and did not tolerate rivals in worship... so they cast down those who still heard Maroka's voice.. the elders, the seers, and those one with the land... their victory was won through her silence... and they claimed her land for their own.

But know that she is still with us... the land still bears her name.. her people still carry her spirit.. And we still remember her voice?​