World of Teravas

(Some epic music lol https://on.soundcloud.com/ChPmWcRzR1nhNneHtk )

The sun rises heavy and amber over the storm-lashed coast of the Vulpine Concordat. Salt wind cuts like a blade through the morning haze. The blackened stones of Fort Sablecliff jut from the cliffs like rotten teeth—its guns still silent, waiting. Below the cliffs, rowboats loaded with Diremarch troops bump against the rocks. You are one of the Chainbound, iron-collared but battle-hardened. Your regiment is the 87th Penal Cohort, nicknamed the “Forgiven Line”—all of you promised freedom upon victory.

You stand in line among scarred wolves, badgers, and jackals, every one with eyes fixed on the smoke-choked ridge. Your chains have long since rusted into your uniforms. What holds you here now isn’t metal—but a contract, blood-signed, and your last chance at liberty.

The acting Colonial, a grizzled wolf by the name of Colonial Merrow Halvane, stands atop a rock with pistol drawn, giving his last orders before the assault. Behind him, the tide churns red and gray. Above, gulls scream.