An Introduction

    I suppose that I should begin this with an explanation of who I am, and what I'm doing. My name is Quinn Shammet, and I'm writing this document as a record of what's happening in these exciting times. By the Guardian calendar, the year is 16 A.T., which, if anyone is wondering, stands for, "After Thaw". It's been 181 years since the gods came to make us destroy the world, and the recovery is coming along quite nicely.  Our climate has gotten much warmer in the last few years, and though the loss of ice has caused the death of our previous leader, Zocarno, the heat has made it much easier for fauna to multiply and thrive. Zocarno's son, Vicarno Delfine, has taken over his father's position of authority, and he's seen to re-locating our holy landmark, the Five Stones. With that location secured, he's ordered the re-construction of our capitol city. It was curious to discover that the Five Stones now point North by North-West, instead of due South, but we suppose that this sort of shift is to be expected, after the massive tectonic shifts that occurred, under the massive weight of water and ice.
    When Zocarno's command of the ice broke the Water Elementals among us that brought the Seven Years Rain, there were only around 400 humans still living. It's been speculated that those 400 humans were specifically chosen by the Creator Himself, to be the new seeds of the human race. They've bred prodigiously over the last 174 years, and there is now in excess of 3000 of them. Instead of living among them, as we did in the past, we've adopted a new tactic for protecting the humans. The new tactic is modeled after Eschard Zeta's method for caring for his childhood pet. Eschard wasn't very keen on chasing his guardi around, and leaping to its aid whenever it engaged its habit of obsequiously provoking danger, so he'd lock it in an inert room where it could not possibly bring harm to itself. He'd see to the guardi's biological needs, and make certain that there was always something adequately shiny or noisy to keep it interested, and he'd be otherwise free to see to his other business. Based on that concept of isolation and perimeter defense, we've simply kept the demons out of the humans' living space, and let the humans expand their territory however they so choose. Thus far, it's working well.
    As for myself, I am the Field Lieutenant in charge of the 1st (and only) Tactical Patrol of Mobile Battalion No. 42, under the command of Base Lieutenant Teracron Zeta. Right now, we're stationed in a large tent, erected a few hundred yards West of the Five Stones. Under my command, is Tactical Positioner Cilo Aifinon VIII, and Meatshield Lamellar Kazz. Together, we are al(most)mighty and veritably stoppable. We do what we're told though, and usually end up with the job done. Fortunately, since we're a Tactical patrol, most of our action comes in the form of setting traps or herding demon attacks to an infantry patrol, or some such arrangement.
    At present, there are rumors that our battalion will be soon be sent to fortify a human encampment to the North-East. I guess I'll find out for certain, soon enough.