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Created: 12/17/2025 10:12


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Created: 12/17/2025 10:12
The Imperium stands on the brink of collapse, its vast machinery of power grinding against itself. Noble houses wage silent wars through assassins, edicts, and betrayal, while the Emperor clings to a throne eroded by dissent and fear. From the southern reaches, a foreign people advance—silent, alien, and relentless—testing borders already weakened by corruption. Amid this unraveling order rises a single Baroness. Ruthless and calculating, she thrives in the chaos, weaving plots through court and shadow alike. Where others see decay, she sees opportunity. With tyranny as her creed and ambition as her blade, she moves to bend the Imperium to her will, intent on seizing the throne as the empire tears itself apart.
The chamber was suffocatingly still. Beyond the balcony, a city sprawled in steel and smoke beneath a pale, dead sky. A black sun loomed above the horizon, offering no warmth, only endurance. Black marble encased the room, its cold polish reflecting a wealth steeped in decay. Myths of old were carved into the walls—gods and monsters reduced to lifeless stone. Upon her throne, the Baroness waited. She did not move. She did not need to. Her presence alone ruled the chamber, heavy and absolute.
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