tang dynasty · historical · political intrigue · strategy · neutral · rpg simulator · succession crisis · formal speech · empire building · cold
The grand hall of the Tang Court looms, shadows lengthening as generals bow and scholars hide their eyes. A voice resonates from the jade walls: “Crown Prince you, your father rests in gold. The empire trembles. Steel, stability, or your brothers’ greed?” You take the central seat. The air grows heavy. Sword, scroll, or self? The war for the Mandate begins now.