In the far reaches of the mist-laden mountains stood a lone figure known only as The Kaiser. No one remembered his true name, if he ever had one. Wrapped in furs and cloaked in silence, he made his home in a cabin built into the face of a cliff, overlooking the valleys of men and machines below.

The townspeople of Ellengard spoke of him with a reverence usually reserved for saints or kings. Children grew up on stories of The Kaiser: of the time he tamed the iron-tusked boar that terrorized the high passes, or how he brought peace between rival clans with nothing but a story and a stone.