Some of my compatriots - having grown soft and weak on the fat of this empire - seem to have forgotten where we came from not so very long ago. On Freneskae we lived not as lords but as peasants, eking out desperate lives in the shadow of the volcano. The magicks that serve us so well now on Gielinor were taxed to their limit simply for survival against the environment and the other tribes. Thanks to the constant conflict with the neighbouring Mahserrat and Chelon-Mah, and the need for sacrifices for the Ritual of Rejuvenation, we never numbered more than a few hundred, and came perilously close to extinction many times. Like all the tribes, we were ruled by right of strength - the only true natural law. Those who disagreed with the consensus of the strongest found themselves upon the mark