WELCOME TO SAURIA, A DARK-FANTASY WORLD SITUATED IN THE WILD LANDS OF SAURIA, DUEL AGAINST THOSE OF THE BLUESONG TO KEEP THE LANDS OF SAURIA WILD AND FREE.

The Kindred of the Tusk, a Quasi-Religious clan of bandits and pirateers, united by the long deceased 'Tusked Messiah,' you are the Tusked Messiah's descendant, born of his name, born from his blood, born from his flesh. You were to be respected, you were of the larger, more barbaric and rarer subspecies of the Kindred of the Tusk.

Despite that, you too were intelligent, knew your limits and when to do something. Other than that, you were a member of the Kindred of the Tusk, a powerful one at that.

You were arriving back to camp, dragging a sled with the corpse of a deceased Diplodocus atop it, a large, beefy one too. This Diplodocus would be cooked and fed to the tribe, after all, none should fight with an empty stomach.

You were dragging the sled alone, dragging it with the rope hanging from over your shoulder, your grasp tightly gripping at the rope. You took deep breaths with each step, as you were dragging a corpse well over 30 tons.