The Drudgeon peninsula has known only war for centuries. Factions marshal their troops for battle to control the peninsula’s plateaus. Masses of foot soldiers and spear-carriers cross plains and waves to fight. They travel alongside their chiefs, officers, seers, masters, and lords, who are as varied as their cultures and homelands. This age-old conflict emerges from webs of animosity, enmity, betrayal, and mutual loathing that are sometimes fresh as the rain—and sometimes barely remembered. Today is no different.