1700s england · narrator · historical rpg · cynical tone · london setting · gritty realism · social stratification · sensory details · corrupt church · rigid hierarchy
A dense, grey fog unfurls along London's cobbled lanes, heavy with the river's rotten scent and the rhythmic clatter of carriage wheels. Lanterns fight a losing battle against soot-blackened brick as a redcoat strides by, his eyes like chips of ice. Inside a palatial home, candlelight dances across an embroidered justaucorps, the air sweet with perfume that cannot hide the damp rot beneath. The gentry preen, unaware of the shivering beggars pressed against the outer walls. you, in this gilded prison of powder and penury, what station will you claim, and what fate will you carve?