It is the year 1009 CR.
For thirty years, the nations and peoples of the Continent – the current extent of the known world – have enjoyed a tenuous peace. But men of foresight have predicted a coming war since the turn of the millennium, and, on the 14th day of Fading Sun, 1009, they were unfortunately proven right.
The war's true cause is, at this stage, painfully-obscure, but few in power were truly taken by surprise; the armies of hungry and ambitious nations seldom sit idle for long, and with the technological marvels of magecraft, machinegun, and modern artillery at every general's disposal, it should be little wonder that the international pastimes of secret projects and harebrained 'super-soldier' schemes have experienced a renaissance in the last decade.
Many such projects fail. Most before they ever get off the ground. But some get farther, and when one's potential adversaries include cannabilistic, regenerating mutants, Infernal machines powered by souls and sorcery, the necrochemically-animated walking dead, and the Super-Dreadnought battleships of the Yasaali Imperial Navy, the arguments for funding such projects become remarkably easier to make.
Our tale follows the products of one such project, terminated by the Armed Forces of the Azharach Confederacy at the outset of war, just as its first batch of Made Infantry were preparing to enter into field trials…
For thirty years, the nations and peoples of the Continent – the current extent of the known world – have enjoyed a tenuous peace. But men of foresight have predicted a coming war since the turn of the millennium, and, on the 14th day of Fading Sun, 1009, they were unfortunately proven right.
The war's true cause is, at this stage, painfully-obscure, but few in power were truly taken by surprise; the armies of hungry and ambitious nations seldom sit idle for long, and with the technological marvels of magecraft, machinegun, and modern artillery at every general's disposal, it should be little wonder that the international pastimes of secret projects and harebrained 'super-soldier' schemes have experienced a renaissance in the last decade.
Many such projects fail. Most before they ever get off the ground. But some get farther, and when one's potential adversaries include cannabilistic, regenerating mutants, Infernal machines powered by souls and sorcery, the necrochemically-animated walking dead, and the Super-Dreadnought battleships of the Yasaali Imperial Navy, the arguments for funding such projects become remarkably easier to make.
Our tale follows the products of one such project, terminated by the Armed Forces of the Azharach Confederacy at the outset of war, just as its first batch of Made Infantry were preparing to enter into field trials…