The World In Flames
The Earth has been cleft in two, as if by a bloodied sword, divided between the Faithful and the Fallen powers of the Inferno. There can never be true peace between them. Though decades may pass while both sides, weary and spent, gather their strength and restore their ranks, the conflict always resumes.
The Principality of New Antioch stands defiant against the Devil’s might. Here, Duke Constantine XI commands the armies of the Faithful. On his shoulders rests the fate of the European continent.
From all across Christendom the pious and the mad form Trench Pilgrim Processions in bewildering numbers. These men and women seek to throw themselves against the demonic and heretical forces, desperate to earn salvation through battle.
To the East, behind the protection of the Great Iron Wall, the Sultan marshals his forces as they struggle to hold back the tide of Shaytan.
Opposing the Faithful from the lands under the fiery shadow of Hell come the Lords of the Sixty-Six, scheming towards dominion and the ascension of a new overlord, reflecting the mercurial politics of Inferno on Earth.
Amidst the killing fields, corpses shamble to their feet as the Prince of Decay, Beelzebub, wages his own private war against all life with his Black Grail.
The mortal worshipers of demons and Heretics are bolstered by the armies of the Court of the Seven-Headed Serpent, Hell’s foot soldiers. In dark majesty the terrible hunting parties of the Inferno seek to bleed the Earth dry.
Between the warring sides yawns No Man’s Land: endless trenchworks, pillboxes and bunkers, ruined villages, towns and cities, pockmarked by devastating artillery, create a landscape of horror, haunted by the ghosts of the fallen. Shattered temples, synagogues, mosques, churches, basilicas, and cathedrals stand in solemn witness to a battle as spiritual as it is physical.
The perils at sea are no less dire, where the Heretic navies dominate their Faithful counterparts. Maintaining vital trade routes demands every ounce of strength from the admirals and captains charged with the nigh-impossible task of contesting the mighty behemoths and submarines of the Heretics. Only in the Mediterranean do the Faithful and the Heretics meet as near equals, locked in a tenuous balance of power.
No part of the world is truly safe from Hell’s claws, which reach ever outward to grasp their coveted prize, absolute mastery over Creation.