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GENERALIS
A dark war of banners and wine
Birdsong over the lost provinces.
Francesco Guardi — Fantastic Landscape (ca. 1765) · CC0 — The Met Open Access
The Empire fell a thousand years ago. Its roads lie in the mist, its tongue survives in whispers and prophecies — and the throne stands empty. The Senate has dispatched the realm's generals to refound the lost provinces — and you are one of them: summoned, sworn and sent. A hundred souls will follow your banner. Bread, silver and wine will feed the wars — and at their end, the legions will hail one name. Imperator.
Battles keep daylight hours — the night remains your own. No paid advantages, ever — coin buys comfort and cosmetics, never a stronger army.