It is the time of humanity's first awakening. "I am", they thought, and they were.
Widespread technology is very simple. All you know about are sharpened wooden spears and clubs for hunting and defense. Food is gathered from the land for most, with little hunting taking place except among certain groups. The stone meat scraper has recently been invented to allow the harvesting of large predators' leavings.
In many places there is magic, in most places spirits.
Now, however, you are in a place with little magic. It is a subtropical savannah near a tropical rain forest. Nearby is a local spirit, a man no taller than a person's ankle, who has been nicknamed Midget. He is speaking to you and a few others.
Listening to him, besides yourself, are a few people. Banana King, an athletic shaman looking man decorated in banana skins, holds a shamanistic spear in one hand and a dirty stone meat scraper in the other.
Near Banana King is the one nonhuman member of the audience, iamatiger, who seems to be Banana King's familiar or allied spirit, and is very large and intimidating with sharp claws and powerful jaws.
Megamaster stands grinning, rubbing a large, bruised lump on his head.
A few others are there as well; random locals who have gathered near.
The tiny little man called Midget begins to speak.
"As you know, this place is a hard place to live in for your kind. Well, I know a better place. However I am only going to show you all one time, then I'm going back home and going to sleep.
You won't be able to come back easily. It is a place of great wealth and power, and one of the quirks is that the ways in are not the ways out. You'll need to find your way out. You'll also need to defend yourself against the others. You see, many people want to live there, and they don't like strangers. But go there if you want. At least you won't have to eat meat scraped from an old corpse.
I am going to lead you there now. Come if you want. Or stay here. At least you'll eat well if you go there. I don't care I guess. At least I kept you all from starving on top of my roof. That would be very bad luck."
The little man, muttering, begins to walk off into the distance with his little knobbly walking stick in one hand.
Those who follow him are led toward a craggy, mountainous region, into a short tunnel, and then into the Blessed Valley.
It is beautiful and abundant, all a person could want in a location.
Three paths lead off from the small hillside clearing you are on. Between them are cliffs and boulders. The cave you arrived in is gone, as is Midget, nowhere to be seen.
To the left, the path continues up into a hilly region. Strong male voices are chanting rhythmically from that direction.
To the right, the path leads into a wooded grove, filled with fruit trees.
Directly ahead there is a small lake. People are wading in the shallows.
Which way will you go?
In the following diagram, your small group is where the White King is. The Rooks are rocky cliffs. You are facing along the a1-h8 diagonal, making that the central path to the lake.