“It’s been 28 years since the Satellite War plunged the world into chaos. The great institution that was the International Forum is dead, and with it all dreams of peace and global solidarity. The Bi-Frost satellite network that once enabled large scale global communications lies shattered. The resulting orbital debris field has halted any plans of expansion into space.”

“Now surviving nations leverage their remaining industry to fortify their fragile borders, petty warlords squabble over wastelands scarred by kinetic bombardment, the remnants of the IF’s elite peacekeepers haunt the battlefields like vengeful spirits, and over it all looms the threat of Neromius; empowered by a new generation of genetically engineered mega-cavalry and unrestricted by the sanctions of the IF; the rider-chiefs of its disparate tribes and city states sally forth into the broken world in search of spoils and glory.”

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The clans of Neromius have launched a grand conquest of their neighbours. Border defences buckle before a fearsome onslaught of mega cavalry and metal, yet despite the threat posed by these modern barbarians the regional response is tepid. The Satellite War and its aftermath is still fresh in the collective memory and many nations no longer have the stomach for battle unless directly threatened. Indeed, the nations adjacent to the invaded countries have pledged no end of material support to their stricken neighbours, but make every excuse to avoid deploying their own military. “Let others bear the cost in blood,” they think, any amount of treasure is a small price to shield their sons and daughters from the deprivations of yet another war.

However, the choice is not always theirs to make…

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