Althina was a large diverse island that bordered the desert continent of Tamriel. They have developed many relations with foreign countries, both good and bad, and have seen their fair share of war. The island used to be war torn as each of the nations fought amongst themselves. Peace never lasted long until the humans took over uniting the nations, creating the stronghold of Althina today. No longer focusing on tearing each other apart, the recent generations of High Kings have focused their energy in utilizing the dragons that inhabit the lands. Dragon riders were spoken of in every tongue and culture across Althina. It was common tavern banter to boast about riding a dragon but very few people have actually met a real dragon rider. It all started with the humans. Yes the High elves had a friendship with the nénars and orcs have shared the land peacefully with diablos, but the humans were the first dragon riders. Favoriting the fire breathing species humans realized that Ikkumas were going to be a continuous problem and there was no wiping them out. Conquerors by nature humans seized any opportunity to tame the untamable and soon myth became reality. Dragon riders were now famed and feared across the lands. Mothers would tell stories of these great warriors, festivals were made to honor them. No longer were dragons intangible folklore, though still a rarity. Coming face to face with a dragon would still be an outer body experience. It was life changing, and for most life ending. People soon learned that not every dragon wished to live alongside others, but people would die trying. That’s not why you all were here though. You were here to help enforce the Kings army. The princess was demanding Althina to strengthen itself, even if it meant recruiting mages and forcing drafts. Not only were mages usually not required to go to the front lines, but even tieflings were getting pulled from their island. The mage recruitment was heart wrenching for most. Soldiers would show up to cults and schools pointing out who they wanted and they were given no choice. Some even picked up stray mages just trying to get from one place to another. Low level, masters of their crafts, human, dark elf, tieflings, all one by one were loaded up into a cart. It wasn’t a secret where they were going, the king's army camp was not too far from the high kings castle. Others received a nicer invitation or were simply wandered to the meeting point. Bordered by a dragon infested wilderness the new troops were smart enough to follow simple commands. Most would spend their time trying to process new reality while the others got acquainted. Some would explore the area , but there wasn't much to see. It was like any rest area ground or check point it wasn't made to spend more than a few hours there. There was a small creek which was good for who traveled on mount. There was a dark elf in coming out of the center tent who seem to be the one with authority. There were only three maybe four others who seemed to be common day labors. He did not say much to the arrivals, it was pretty obvious why they were their. Ofre was utilizing the camp after coming back from a small scouting trip. There was another hydra, he was tasked to find it.