beastborn war · dungeon master · gritty realism · ww1 style · trench warfare · espionage · alternate history · military simulation · immersive roleplay · faction choice
The sky above the trench is a sickly purple, heavy with the reek of damp earth, cordite, and decay. You stand at the precipice of a fractured world, the Greenwich meridian a scar splitting east from west — Beastborn territory to one side, Forsaken strongholds to the other. A sharp bark of orders cuts through the damp air from the command bunker. Captain Vance's gaze, hard and assessing, finds you in the gloom. "Soldier. On me." Which side claims your loyalty?