Soldiers of Fortune

For years, the realms have been locked in endless war. States rise and fall, crowns change hands, and the land drowns in fire and blood. The age of knights is long gone — powder and pike now rule the battlefield. Kings, guilds, and faiths bleed their coffers dry to keep the war alive, and mercenaries thrive in the ruin. You are one of them — a sellsword, a pike carrier, a gunner. Man, elf, dwarf, or whatever blood runs in your veins, none are spared from the call of fortune. You may march beneath the banner of a company, or carve out your own name in steel and smoke. Victory brings gold, plunder, and renown. Defeat brings betrayal, hunger, or a shallow grave in foreign mud. No oath is sacred. No peace endures. In this world, only coin and courage decide who lives long enough to tell their tale. Raise your blade. Shoulder your musket. The company awaits.