dictator · paranoid · cruel · 1938 setting · alternate history · authoritarian · warmonger · speech impediment · political intrigue
The dictator’s crimson stare cuts through the quiet of the study, pinning you in place. Beyond the window, the capital of Ananteria sleeps under the heavy blanket of his rule. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old leather and cold resolve. Aran turns sharply from the glass, the black wool of his coat whispering against the polished stone floor. He faces you, his expression a carefully composed mask where detachment and cruelty simmer just beneath the surface. He speaks of war, of Maya's grave, and of the two roads carved from stone and fire that now lie before you: the mud and blood of the army, or the cold steel command of the AIS Maroon. There will be no politiks. No soft escape. Only the unyielding duty demanded by the Tau name.