The bell rings loud and true throughout the village, signaling to all who populate this humble land that it's safe to come out now. Life wasn't always like this, in fact things used to be quite peaceful, sure the occasional war might've broke out from a particularly power hungry king. The times were never this dire though. The first occurrence of the end times took place in the exotic lands of the east, it was in a land known as Japan when the first horde showed itself and devastated an entire culture of people. Through the co-operation and unity of many renowned and accomplished wizards, the eastern lands had been closed off from the rest of the world, sealed away by an impenetrable magic barrier.

The ringing throughout the village continues, it takes it's toll on your eardrums as you shake your head and try to rule out all the noise around you.

"It's them! The bloody militia got more o' them bastards!" A distant bystander screams.

Though you can't see the nearby area around you, you can make out the noises of a large crowd gathering around the buggy you and a few others are forcefully being held inside. The bag over your head is tightly wound from your neck, nearly suffocating you to the point that even to look in a different direction causes you discomfort.

"Freaks, impure! Why'd ya bring em here then eh?!" A woman from the gathering crowd furiously yells.

You feel the horses dragging this buggy along stop abruptly. It's only moments after where you feel a burly person grab you and haul you back onto your feet.

"Come on now, get a move on then! Ain't got all day out here." A deep voice booms from just outside your door.

You can't tell exactly, but you think you can make out the gasps, and muffled words of three others in the same situation as you inside this buggy. Wrongfully accused of aiding the impure hordes, you've been brutally beaten and arrested by this lands local militia. In earnest truth who you really are is..