'In this age, the land moves. The Earth is no longer the dormant, inactive creature she once was. Her bloodlike lava bleeds at a whim. Her still lakes can weep raging rivers. Her Mountains rise and fall with her breathing. 'Yet still, a fledgeling city appears. It is not as ancient cities of before the Tragedy, rooted in the ground like a dead tree, static, lifeless. This city moves with the earth, treads across her skin, seeks out her riches and pastures, steers clear of her open wounds and deep wrinkles. 'This is the first of the Anglir Charas, the Walking Cities. These are great caravans of cities borne on the backs of ancient beasts. This city is deigned by it's people as Charas Anglir Buur, the City of Walking Thunder. Since the Tragedy that changed the shape of the earth, there has been no order, no justice, no law. Will the people of Charas Anglir Buur reset the balance of the world?'