The great city of Rana known for its tolerance of all peoples hasnt warred with any neighboring folk for a great many years, each of you has found your way into this great city for your own strange purpose whatever drove you there at the peak of these strange events, destiny, fate, chance. No matter how its written or who its written by all you know is its all the better you are here, the chosen of the Unconquered Sun who better to face the new dangers of creation and maybe win the hearts of the city finally driving the minor dragonblooded lords out of this majestic city.
It started with the dreams, Each week the terrors grew stranger and more lucid as a world so similar and yet unknown to the likes of creation. Then people started talking rumors of the stars falling, but not like a usual falling star, it was more like the heavens crying and releasing a Gift? a Plague? Then the stories of the tin men walking out of the craters were becoming to common it was hard to believe they were stories anymore. Then the posters started the dragon bloods were offering rewards for information leading to these bodies falling from the heavens, and thats when the people started sharing the rumor of the group of 5 strange colored men of metal all walked into the city of Rana from each of the 5 major entrances.
You hear the hallowed cry of a dragonblood war horn coming from the city center signaling all to stay away and stick to their own business. But as the exalt you are, you know better.