Pennarcana

3/24/1898

The Ancien Régime quakes before the rage of inspired masses. The Republics contend with their own hypocrisy and corruption even as their people grow ever more divided. The Unionists find themselves wading further and further into an ocean of blood in the name of their utopia. Civil wars rage, new terrors of war take their first groaning steps, and the world sits on the precipice of its first truly global conflict.   A clash of ideologies is inevitable, and new technology drives new ways of war. Armored beasts of war looks to shatter the very notion of a defensive line. Knights of the sky renew honorable war as they lay claim to the heavens. Wolves of the sea seek to choke the lifeblood of nations. Yet, even among these titans of war, the simple soldier remains paramount, especially when they are more numerous than ever thought possible.   It is the age of Totaler Krieg, when no man, woman, or child from the lowliest of peasants to the highest born will remain unaffected by the fires of war. It is the time of industrial war, where nations go to die and the blood of millions grease the cogs of factories. It is the end of days, when innocence finds no sanctum and "honorable" is a slur.   All that matters now is how many can be dragged, screaming, into hell.