The empire has fallen. Blessed by the Sun Goddess, Tatisunca grew for hundreds of years, enfolding neighboring states like an endless flow of lava. But when the last great emperor of the Tatisunca died on the same day as her heir, the empire split into warring factions, each backing a different candidate. The temple of the Sun Goddess itself split as reformers fought against traditionalists and priests fought shamans for power. The newer districts rebelled, declaring themselves autonomous states, murdering their governors and leaving a splintered empire. Less than a generation has passed. You live in the still-bleeding remnants of a shattered land. From the steamy heights of the Cloud Peoples’ fortresses to the paranoid necromancers of the Dog Eater lands, each fiefdom remembers the glory and power of Tatitsunca. They hunger for its return, dreaming of conquering their neighbors and rising to power. Or they fear its return, planning for attacks and sieges with pragmatic fatalism. You walk in a land of shifting alliances, desperate courage, despicable betrayal, and perpetual war.