Back in the days when society was expanding beyond the Green Hills, there was a land that lived in a primitive state. The land suffered from sixth months of cold, then six months of heat. They thrived off of rituals and prayers, war and destruction. But there was hope yet for this place, and technology and vancian magic were introduced as a way to modernize them. A republic was set up; among this new government was a border city, named Winterhaven. Winterhaven was a sacred city once, remaining cold all year long. It had been built into the side of Mt. Gungalug, home of the Winter Breeze. This was the place the people of the Fell Plains, the primitive land, first saw reform and the alternate realities. You have come to this place, seeking a treasure beyond your wildest dreams. All you know is that time itself is controlled by this, and have come here looking for clues. By this you are united, by this you have come together in this place.
You enter the city gates, now made of steel and bolts, and you see things unknown to you. People are rustling along the streets. Men travel along the roads in armor of iron, weapons at their side. A man, no, not a man, but a dwarf, says in your general direction, "Ye look confused, me laddies. Where are ye from, and where are ye going? Becuz methinks that if ye are doing nothing in particlar, there is a place peepl of yer type should head." He is obviously hinting towards your primitive nature and rough armour. "What say ye, me sirs?