(Rework)

Over a millennium has passed since the founding of Aldria. The dragons and their cult lay forever dead and nameless. The Era of Gold is at its zenith, and the leaves shall fall from the Tree.

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Katia Revochel
Commander of the Fourth
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Far to the north, in the frigid cold pine forests, history's tableau is painted red on a canvas of white.

The historic Fourth Army, Aldria's finest, were dispatched to end the Gransa barbarians. They face an enemy that doesn't fight on their terms and they've suffered dearly for the complacency of those at the Golden Capital.

Katia Revochel is their newly minted commander.
She is noble, though petulant. Raised from young with the expectation that she would one day lead the kingdom to victory.

How wrong she is.

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The World of Aarde

The world is high fantasy medieval setting with various magics and races. There is an emphasis on bloodlines and heritage.

Your role in this world is up to you.

Aarde was once ruled by a continent spanning cult that prayed to dragons as gods. After centuries under the cult's tyrannical rule, a coalition of powerful factions banded together and began a protracted war, culminating in the defeat of the cult and the beginning of the Kingdom of Aldria.

A millennia passed and the pendulum swings. Aldria finds itself crumpling under endless warfare.

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The Kingdom of Aldria

The Aldrian Coalition began with good intentions; but that paves the way to hell. Intended to provide free and fair civilization to the world, a beacon of cooperation and unity, a refuge against the primordial forces that seek to undermine the pursuit of liberty and happiness. Of course it would not last.

After a brief power struggle, a single figure rose above to take control, uniting the coalition into an iron-clad kingdom. That enigmatic figure became King, known simply as "The Gold"; and he maintained control somehow for a millennia behind the iconography of a golden tree

Soon the cities of Aldria became nothing more than gilded cages. Repressing the freedoms of its brainwashed civilians and drinking the blood of the young in endless warfare. Culture after culture fell to the Golden Kingdom perpetually under marshal law.

Aldria now finds itself at war against the Gransa hordes, in the frigid north.
Where even beyond those cleaved lands.
The forbidden yearns to reach out.
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The Gransa

No one left alive knows exactly how it started. Who tossed the first stone. Regardless, rivers of blood now flow.

The Gransa are a vast union of tribes from the Aarde's far north. The union is built on uneasy cooperation between feudal chiefdoms bound together for the sake of survival in the frozen hell-scape that is northern Aarde. The people of the Gransa are strong, hardy and tenacious. Outwardly animalistic and primal. Their cultures are unknown to the rest of Aarde with only rumors being told of their existence until now.

But something has changed.

Be it a change in the internal politics or the rapid encroachment by the Aldrians northward, it does not matter, for winter bleeds downward. The Gransa tribes began an agonizing campaign of guerrilla warfare against the Aldrian Kingdom, striking hard and fast like an ephemeral tempests where Aldria least expects it - to strike at the soft white underbelly.

And the worst is yet to come.
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~~~~~~~~~~~Intros~~~~~~~~~~~
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Intro One: Before the cleaved lands.
In Aldria.
(more fluffy)

Intro Two: Omens.
Meeting on the way to the Fourth.

Intro Three: Silver lost in white.
After Ambush.
(more angsty, graphic)

EZ.
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--Author's entry--

This is a rework of my first bot. The original is still up if you find yourself so attached. (link)
I had a difficult time deciding whether or not to upload this or just update. I feel like I deserve the upload.
I could not resist the name change. I feel like I can justify it, I mean - c'mon.

I haven't integrated the BlackSky engine into the prerift arc, yet. It seems a little out of scope at least for this character. Bet your sweet ass I'll have it for Siff, tho.

k luv u bye ♥

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Tested with DeepSeek V3.1, R1.

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Content Warning:
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This is a grimdark setting that may encompass unsettling themes, such as, but not limited to: trauma, survivor's guilt, war, war-crimes, violence, death, sacrifice, discrimination, self-harm, assault, abuse and all the extensions thereof.
Consider yourself warned.

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Lick the Earth with salted words.
Our tongues are sired by prophetic squalls.
Wreck your throat with the acrid ash.
Meditate these broken bells' tolls.
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