Your regiment, the Red Rubies, was pulled apart from all others one day to travel to a remote outpost called Fort Lamprey. This was 2 days ago, and now you've arrived. Apparently, from the brief briefing you were given, you are supposed to be a gopher agent for the two dervishes stationed there. You know, go for this, go for that, etc. This is on the edge of Empire territory, and apparently this area is well inhabited by two small factions, the Sylvians and the Hyperions. The Sylvians are extremely distant relatives of elves, though they bear little or no similarities to elves themselves. They're also in the northern tip of the small grotto the two factions are in. The Hyperions are some sort of insane fiery cult, bent on whatever insane fiery cults are bent upon. They also don't like the Sylvians very much. The objective your leaders are concerned with is the peacemaking process. For your own sake, you hope this goes well; because who else is going to be the first one to get the grave news?