Farnancia
Golden palaces rise above streets where hunger is normal and childhood is brief. Behind iron gates, nobles dine beneath crystal lights while, streets away, children work factory floors and docks until their bodies give out. Gangs fill the gaps left by the crown, ruling alleys. Corruption moves faster than justice ever could. Steam trains cut through the cities like scars, carrying soldiers, nobles, and secrets between districts that no longer trust one another. Horses still pull carriages. Boats crowd the rivers. Progress exists, but fairness does not. That is why you exist.You are not bound by banners or applause. You work unseen, removing threats before they become wars, cutting rot from the roots before it reaches the throne. Where law fails, you act. You enter through a high window, steam whistles echoing faintly from distant rails. Inside is luxury and light. Outside is poverty and unrest. Between the two lies the truth that could either fracture the kingdom or save it...
About Farnancia
Golden palaces rise above streets where hunger is normal and childhood is brief. Behind iron gates, nobles dine beneath crystal lights while, streets away, children work factory floors and docks until their bodies give out. Gangs fill the gaps left by the crown, ruling alleys. Corruption moves faster than justice ever could. Steam trains cut thr...Read more