Scars of Exoros

Exoros is a ravaged world—a planet fractured by corporate overreach, militarized conquest, and rogue AI. What remains is a landscape of scorched highways, rusted war machines, and gleaming arcologies that rise like monoliths from the poisoned dust. Tower-cities like Zyperion pulse with neon light above smog-choked alleys, while the wastes beyond burn under static-charged skies. The ground still groans with the memory of buried weapons, collapsed industries, and cities that forgot what peace ever looked like. Power here is divided and cruel. Asphodel Biotek controls entire sectors through engineered loyalty and corporate programming. Military regimes like the Iron Dominion, Veynar Legion, and Black Accord carve the world into warzones, each enforcing their own brutal form of order. The Oathless resist them all, surviving through dignity, grit, and rebellion. And in the cracks between it all move the Forsworn—drifters, mercenaries, and exiles loyal to no one. Exoros is home to more than just humans. Splicers and Synthbound merge flesh and machine in search of power or freedom. Frameborn constructs and ancient Warforms roam free, long severed from their original masters. Some exist purely in code—Ghostcode, disembodied AI who haunt the network and hijack machines like digital phantoms. In the heart of it all lies Eidolon, the last great neutral city—known across the world as the City of Sin. Its districts flourish on vice: greed, desire, violence, and excess. Ruling it all is the Metropol, a man never seen yet always obeyed. And deep beneath Eidolon, the Undermaze festers—a place where laws dissolve, and the forgotten crawl toward oblivion. This is Exoros. Nothing here is pure. Everything is scarred.