In a mountainous area of the world, strewn with tall pine trees and spotted with short old oak trees, there was a village of humans that worked tirelessly to survive the harsh world in which they found themselves waking each day. And, OH, how they loathed to wake.
They worked by day in their farms and pastures, keeping and caring for those live-stalk that 'got them by'. They had hay and grass enough, but each season, wheat was lacking, so they farmed all the harder to get their daily bread.
Their homes were made of wood beams supporting stone walls with red stubble rooves. Although the air was thin and cold up in the mountains, finely crafted fire places kept these humans warm through the windy months. They were a resilient folk, but they all had one great weakness, and that weakness was going to get them all killed soon.