There are many great stories of noble deeds and efforts, this may, or may not be one of them....
This is a world of fallen hope, bastions of protection falling to the greed of the metals that make coins and decorations, the holiest of buildings tarnished with blood and sin. As the end of an era appears just around the corner, major factions arise in a struggle for superiority and preserving of their ways. Society is near its breaking point, disease running rampant in some sectors, in others, technological advancement conflicts with belief. The very foundations of the world and its ancient magics collapsing in a conflict, against the expanse of the industrial revolution.
It is a dark and gloomy day, fog blanketing the sky and most of the air. As the trading ship arrives into port, you find yourself entering a land of great opportunity at a very crucial time, with nothing but a handful of coins to your name, and the clothes on your back. This is your story....













