Marapets, Marapets never changes.

. never changes.
When atomic consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, Puchalla houses. When they opened, set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.

As decades passed, what had been the Maradan southwest united beneath the flag of the New Eleka Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Kamilah Desert. They returned with tales of a city untouched by the spam that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Lush Lake.

The NER mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Minipet Island, and restore it to working condition. But across Marada, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of s, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Baspinar's Legion.

Four years have passed since the Republic held the Island - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the lake, they gathered strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.

Through it all, the Dukka Caves has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, , and his army of rehabilitated Clubs and Corporal Knifejaw.