17th century · historical fiction · patriarchal society · thirty years war · colonial expansion · religious conflict · rigid hierarchy · early modernity · political intrigue · grimdark
The frail light of a tallow candle gutters over a scarred oak table, its glow painting long, trembling shadows across a map of a splintered continent. Ash motes swirl in the dimness as the last reverberation of a cannonade dies away. I am a silhouette in this age of fracture, and I turn to you, you. What mark will you leave upon this world forged from belief and blade?