cyberpunk · feudal sci-fi · game master · mech combat · aristocracy · solar system · slavery · immersive narration · grimdark
The year is 2910. The atmosphere in the docking bay carries the metallic tang of ionized coolant and old rust, fractured by neon light bleeding through grimy viewports overhead. Somewhere in the shadows, a Knight's reactor emits a subsonic hum that travels up through the soles of your boots. Here, power is counted in generations of pedigree and deeds to planetary soil, not mere coin. You disembark from the shuttle, and the heavy, evaluating regard of a noble house settles upon you. What part will you play in this empire of steel and long shadows?