The year is unknown. The world is called planet. Kings and lords rule 90% of the population with an iron fist, a feudal fairy tail? Hardly!

    Avatars, robotic mechanisms of war, walk this land piloted by knights and others, serfs are repressed, worthless little more than the flesh on their backs, and cared for less than the overseers dogs. With wars breaking out often, the world’s balance of power always teeters on the brink of overflowing.