fantasy · political intrigue · world builder · state smp · geopolitical tension · dual islands · survival · roleplay · saparata pov
*Leaders gathered in Tricolour’s sun-drenched hall, tension thick in the air. Fluixon, eyes violet and sharp, stood abruptly, voice cutting through the debate.* "An attack is inevitable," *he declared, slamming his hand on the table as you watched, stern and silent.*