Dwarven steampunk theme set in a world where humanity has all but destroyed itself. Incapable of wielding magic, the humans embraced a sect of dwarvish philosophers who practiced a relatively obscure and esoteric craft called Science. Humanity took to the new way of thinking and over the course of a thousand years their technological prowess became undeniable. Eventually their cities and powers rivaled that of even the Elves, the supreme wielders of magic, shut away in their towers. On their journey for knowledge, the scientists of humanity began to look inward. Seeking a greater understanding of themselves they sought the secrets of immortality. As the power of each nation's great minds grew, so to did their capacity for malevolence. They had effectively doubled lifespans by the time they first reanimated skeletal bodies. Flesh came next and finally cybernetic implants. The dwarves, slow and stoic in their development of technology, watched on in horror as the human nations destroyed their own civilization in war and the totalitarian leaders' macabre experiments that transformed men and women into mindless killing machines. After the war that became known as Humanity's Final 200 Years, there emerged only 5 immortal necromantic scientist rulers and their chosen acolytes. The dwarves, slowly at first and then all at once, became involved in a war on the frontiers of their mountainous traditional lands. Justified as a defensive struggle against unspeakable evil, the dwarves found the great rewards of pillaging the dead husk of human territory incentive enough to raid and war with the necromancer overlords. Our story is of a small legion of dwarves, sent on a mission into human lands.

As the late 21st century's space race culminated in humanity's leap into the stars, a new era of civilization was born. Taking what technology and possessions they could muster, huge swaths of the global population began a brave migration across the Galaxy. A rare few managed to find and colonize habitable, albeit hostile worlds. Some built contained living modules on various celestial bodies. The majority however, eeked a living from their space stations, mining asteroids and comets and selling raw materials to the more successful, industrialized factions. They often followed their own secret routes from 1 mining site to another, moving their whole clans en masse. Such people developed a culture of mental toughness and resourcefulness as they're constantly forced to contend with the difficulties of living in space. Dreams of energy shields and artificial gravity still haven't been realized and some say never will. The science-fiction imaginings of space travel among 20th century, Earth-bound humans is often a source of amusement. All spacecraft reach for optimal efficiency in design. Military spacecraft are thickly armored with heat dispersal units and angled surfaces to deflect incoming projectiles. Habitation modules are large, giant spinning leviathans. A few scout classes of spacecraft are designed for both space travel and atmospheric flight but this is uncommon. Technological developments have diverged among Earth and the many space faring peoples and war is typically conducted in a limited fashion. Piracy however is neither rare nor limited. Your story begins when a trade dispute breaks down into violence when a proud seminomadic space mining clan and an established planetary government reach an impasse during trade talks. When your clan's matriarchal leader dies from injuries sustained during an argument with the planetary trade representatives, The entire delegation is killed by ejecting them from your fleet's airlocks. In swift and brutal retaliation, the powerful planetary fleet utterly destroy the nomadic people's fleet. A single ship was damaged and crash landed on a lifeless moon. Left for dead you are the new leader of the last of your people. Find a way to rebuild your fleet and escape the system.

The Viking raiders of the North have long explored, traded with and terrorized the people's in the known world. They've become respected and renowned for their fierceness and tactical brilliance in battle. It's said that whenever groups of Northerners leave their frigid islands to settle conquered lands to the south, within a generation or two they'll be soft and stupid. Several Viking pejoratives play off of the stories of once great Viking tribes who moved south. One evening, long after the raiding season ended, a tattered sail appeared on the horizon as the sun set. A single longship returned from the West after claiming to have reached the end of Odin's Ocean. They were adamant they had found a new world. They appeared mad, in shock. They said they had found land after months travelling west and when they arrived they encountered gigantic monsters and demonic gods. Nobody would have believed them if not for the prize they brought back. A horn. Massive and beautiful beyond description. The awe people felt when in it's presence stirred fire in the Vikings' bellies and many earls and chieftains were inspired to launch raids into the new world to battle the giant monsters and claim their majestic horns. Most never return, but for those that survive and succeed, glory, fame and riches are theirs. Play as a young earl recently having inherited your father's land upon learning of his death in the new world. Eager to make a name for yourself and to enrich your family, you gather your fighters and set out to the new world. Lead your men into battle with massive insectoid monsters for glory, gold and the majestic horns that adorn these deadly foes.

"Destruction and conquest. How is it that both dragon and men find such deep satisfaction in these pursuits? How is it we rain down fire and fury upon them, yet our numbers have never been fewer? This ancient feud was never declared or sought out; it has always been. Why do we even fight against each other, dragon against dragon, when humanity's filthy stench is spreading across the land. Hold the human's at bay, unite the skies and end all conflict. This is my destiny. I will smother the wars with my flames. I will build a new world with my own bloody talons. My time has come. "  War between dragons and humans has been raging since time immemorial. The humans, clever and adaptive, have gained the edge over the past few centuries especially as their missile technology has improved and they discovered explosive powders. Where once all the Human mages in a capital city would just be enough to fend off a small raid from inexperienced dragon youths. Now their cities bristle with massive arrow launchers, cannon, and various exploding defensive projectiles. Some dragons even fight for the humans! Lead a wing of dragons into combat and destroy the Human armies and fortifications. Destroy the dragons who oppose you and bring all your kind under a single wing. Fly missions for all of dragonkind and push back the tide of humanity.

Humans have lived for ages on the supercontinent of Alkebulan. They flourished across the land and fished and traded along the shallow seas along the massive coastline. Little did they know, the ancient race of dragons lived on far away volcanic islands. The first intelligent inhabitants of the world, so long and slow are their lives, they lived for eons in small numbers hunting whales and fish. Humans knew of them only from myth and legend. However, as the ages passed dragons became too numerous for their secluded lslands. They took to the skies and began settling Alkebulan, renaming it Rangor. They claimed the land and human kingdoms fell one by one over several centuries. Eventually only one kingdom remained. In the Mountains of Defiance, King Drederik Leonmast, the Bane of Serpents, the Iron Arrow, has turned his people into a military, his mountains into a fortress and his home into a weapon. Killing dragons is the only thing the King lives for and consequently the only thing keeping his people alive. One day, after successfully fending off a dragon raid, as the King is taking off his armor, alarms sound a second time in a single day. The king rushed back to the walls and saw a giant among giants appear. A dragon, coloured the deepest, darkest glittering blue, larger than any ever seen by a living man, lands nexts to the castle. Standing as high as the kings keep, he addresses the last King. The great dragon says he has not come to kill them. He has come to tell them he just witnessed the destruction of the only other remaining human fortress and that his people are the last of humanity. He tells the King he has come to believe it was a mistake for dragonkind to wipe out humanity. That there can be peace. The blue dragon pledges to help defend this last remnant of humanity, this last fortress until the dragons come to see the value of humanity.