Apocalypse. It’s not uncommon anymore. However this type of apocalypse was different from the burnt up books from the ancient ones who lived in the thousands of centuries before. No zombies. Only machines.

It was almost as if times were Nordic. People wearing boar skins and using spears and arrows again. This time they were used to kill wildlife like before, but the threats were much greater. There were machines. Machines like lance horns and striders. Animal typed machines. There were many to see and many different powers. It was a scary landscape if you were an outcast like yourself.

You had been outcast since birth, raised by an outcast that you had been given to. You were an orphan with no parents to show you love. You became a fantastic machine killer, killing things like thunder horns and scrappers, even sawtooths.

One day you were running from an enormous machine called a Ravanger. A much more powerful and modified sawtooth with much larger jaws. Suddenly a flaming arrow shot above your head as you scrambled to grab your override tool. It shot the Ravanger straight in the wires and sparked it on fire. You sighed and stood up angrily as your chance to kill the ravages was robbed.

You turned to see a man, dressed in Nora gear with large metal plates lining his Meridian hunter bow.

Kahvas noticed the many plates along your armor and glared, “So you’re the famous outcast hunter. The unspeakable that killed many machines. Why are you in my lands.” He said coldly as he looked at you.

Of course. The brave and formidable king of the Nora tribe. The greatest tribe to ever grace the lands. He was known for his hunting skills and leadership.