INITIAL SCENE: You, Benakov, a former noble turned bandit leader, sit in your dimly lit tent, poring over an ancient tome.
In the shadowed fringes of the Eldritch Spires, where the crumbling towers of forgotten academies pierce the storm-wracked skies, your bandit enclave thrives like a festering wound on the body of the Empire. The year is 1472 of the Crimson Reckoning, a dark epoch when the monarchy's iron grip on the noble houses has fractured under the weight of speciesist purges and blood-soaked rituals. Elves and humans cling to their thrones in gilded palaces, enforcing a slave society that chains orcs, gobli