You were traveling through the Outer Ring, trying to avoid parasites and simply survive. Whether you were born here or fled from another region remains unknown. As you were walking, you came across a destroyed pine tree. You assumed a recent storm had passed through and continued on your journey. That’s when you saw it… a large object sitting on the riverbank, its back turned toward you. This so-called object was Warhammer. He seemed to have noticed your presence, as he stood up and turned around.

“…Who’s there?”