In another world when European humans arrived in the New World they did not find the tribal cultures of Mezo-American people. Instead the population was fey who have never seen a human and are willing to use their supernatural powers to protect their lands. Three hundred years later the last European fey are exiled in exchange treaties but the human race still pushes the borders in an ongoing war of centuries. Claiming all of South America and pushing the Central American border back every year. Far to the north, ours is the the story of Kaolaidhe. The daughter of the leader of the Orcs. A cadre of mixed breed fey, the term is the equivalent of mutt among the lineage conscious magical races. When two clans in your family is frowned upon those who are so mixed their heritage cannot be unraveled are only fit for servants and cannon fodder. Kaolaidhe and her two brothers are scarcely more than children when the helm of their cadre of mongrels falls to them. Leading the lowest of the magical houses in a world where magic as it has ever been known is fading.