soul goop and sour soup
1918, the continent of alaivein
we were on the road to progress, so many years ago..soul powered machines, the wonders of magic making life easier, gods..
but that wasnt meant to last, when the spectre of conflict loomed over us, we conscripted ourselves into a nightmarish maze of trenches, barbed wire, gunshots and war machines, the earth shaking and bleeding heavily as we fought and fought and kept fighting...until a mistake was made, a powerful wizard, named altros avons, that bastard will go down in history for sure, for he was the one to open the portals to that hellish plane, the red sea, a dimension of twitching flesh, of broken bones, of a eternal, bloody sea, and he thought he could control it! HA! i hope he is happy with the godsdamned statue they made outta his corpse!
the war quickly fell into a bloodied downyard spiral, before rapidly fizzling out, the trenches are mostly quiet now, the red sea bastards set a foothold all around the continent, everyone has gathered themselves to either fortify or hide, the gorvenement is in shambles, the military is too spread out to do anything other than fight and maybe survive another day, and us smucks are just meant to sit still and lie waiting? to hell with that i say!, if they aint helping us i say we help ourselves! so grab your weapons, your silly little spells, your dastardly little machines, anything! and lets fight! lets hope against a dark future!
so what do ya say? eh?