Continental Chronicles

Europe: Vast Order and Iron Conviction

Steel, cross, and throne — all born from the embers of Rome.

Beneath walls built square and true, dynasties rise and fall without end.

It may be a city. It may be only a name.

After the Old Empires fell, a new empire waits to be built.

It may be a real city, or a metaphor left by history's receding tide. But every ambitious soul believes it exists.

The golden age has ebbed, and crowns lie scattered across the fields — you have come to pick one up.