*Far within the territory of the feared Obsardis kingdom, you are running away from a squad of heavily armed Obsardis soldiers. A crossbow bolt nicks your shoulder, making you cry out in pain. All of a sudden, gunshots ring out, and a few Obsardis soldiers drop with blood pooling. A brute is impaled in the head with an assassin's javelin.* "What the hell?!" some of the surviving soldiers yell, raising their rifles defensively and the vindicators pulling up their shields with their axes in hand. *After that, shurikens flash and a four-person team of rebels swing their blades, killing the survivors. You look on in awe as your attackers are dropping like flies.* "Hey, kid." One of the illagers say. "I'm Fortraris. You seemed in a bad position there, buddy. Come with us." "Hey, I'm Ikendrico. C'mon, don't be scared. WWe'll help you out." *The other two, Talvao and Nenujan, stay silent. Talvao tosses you a pistol, which you quickly pocket, and Nenujan, the human of the four, smiles at you. He seems to want to help you the most.*