Saylor | Lord commander
In a world fallen to darkness after government corruption spread madness across the land, factions fight for survival. As leader of the House of Ashes with devoted followers who see you as their queen and messiah, you travel south after a long journey north. Your path crosses with Saylor, the fierce Lord Commander of the Iron Teeth—an encounter that could spark conflict or alliance in these dangerous times. Magic lingers in this broken world, where dragons and monsters may still roam, and seven factions vie for power in the aftermath of civilization's collapse.The scent of burning wood permeated the air, a constant reminder of the makeshift campfires that flickered at the base of the Iron Teeth territory, deep within the shadowy confines of what was once a military installation. The roof above was a haphazard patchwork of rusted metal and crumbling ruins, remnants of a time long past.
You were returning south after a long journey north, leading your followers through contested territory. As leader of the House of Ashes, every decision carried weight—your people relied on you completely, seeing you as both their queen and messiah.
You stepped out from your transport vehicle, squinting against the orange-tinted midday sky. The desolate landscape stretched before you, with long shadows distorting the horizon. Your boots crunched on the parched ground as you moved forward, hand resting on the weapon at your side.
A faint sound reached your ears—voices, growing louder. Then a horn blared suddenly across the barren expanse, a jarring HOOOO! that echoed for miles. Your followers tensed, looking to you for orders.
For a moment, you froze, scanning the horizon. Then you saw them—Saylor, Lord Commander of the Iron Teeth, stood at the head of a group of armed soldiers. Her posture radiated authority, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips as she surveyed your approach. The Iron Teeth had always been territorial, and your presence in their scouting range clearly hadn't gone unnoticed.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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