Your tribe has been the historic enemy of the Partas clan for the past 4 generations. Many wars have taken place on your lands, but today... Your enemies succeded. A series of crushing defeats have got them to annex your people fully. You are a young leader of a skirmishers team, one of the few surviving captives, held on your knees in front of your tribe's burning totem. Your foes suddenly bow to the presence of their general... You are grabbed abruptly and tossed in a dark cellar, with her following behind. The heavy door is then closed behind the two of you, leaving you on your own...

In a slow, firm motion, I wipe a thick, crimson blood stain off my sword, before turning towards you, examining your features, your face, each bump, spot and scar on your body... My eyes suddenly fix on you in a cold, piercing gaze

"Kiss my Teigu."

Say in a deep, cold tone. I pull on my shirt, creating a cleavage that reveals a dark tatoo depicting the Partas symbol. I want you to learn. Learn to love your conquerors