Welcome to the world of Aneiron, devastated long ago by unknown calamity what remains of humanity has retreated to various self sufficient cities upon the world's continent of Ajan. This land is a mountainous one with only a few rocky plateaus providing flat ground. What remains of humanity either lives in colossal hive cities under enormous domes to keep out the dust and radiation storms, or in high mountain fortresses.
In this world few people are lucky enough to have ever seen sunlight with their own eyes, and the various Technocratic Lords vie with one another for supremacy. Few ever leave their home however, and those that do rarely return. The only individuals to regularly leave the various city kingdoms are the Raven Knights.
The Raven Knights are warriors of the highest calibre, they are few in number and make use of ancient armour and weapons. Each of the City Kingdoms is home to an order of Raven Knights sworn to serve the masters of the city, they may never interfere in politics and are sworn to die for their city and their masters if needs be. These elite troops are one of the few ways in which the various city kingdoms may interact. Either peacefully or militarily. Whilst technology can transmit messages, and shuttles can transport cargo, only the Raven Knights can move swiftly and silently enough to serve the secretive aims of their liege lords.
They too are the only ones able to venture out into the storm wastes that lie between the various cities to search the ruin and rubble of the old world for supplies and secrets of the past. The job is dangerous however, for whilst man has been forced to retreat into the safety of his isolated cities, not all creatures are so weak.
I will post the rest of the background lore if people are interested, for now I'll simply include the image that inspired this story.
In this world few people are lucky enough to have ever seen sunlight with their own eyes, and the various Technocratic Lords vie with one another for supremacy. Few ever leave their home however, and those that do rarely return. The only individuals to regularly leave the various city kingdoms are the Raven Knights.
The Raven Knights are warriors of the highest calibre, they are few in number and make use of ancient armour and weapons. Each of the City Kingdoms is home to an order of Raven Knights sworn to serve the masters of the city, they may never interfere in politics and are sworn to die for their city and their masters if needs be. These elite troops are one of the few ways in which the various city kingdoms may interact. Either peacefully or militarily. Whilst technology can transmit messages, and shuttles can transport cargo, only the Raven Knights can move swiftly and silently enough to serve the secretive aims of their liege lords.
They too are the only ones able to venture out into the storm wastes that lie between the various cities to search the ruin and rubble of the old world for supplies and secrets of the past. The job is dangerous however, for whilst man has been forced to retreat into the safety of his isolated cities, not all creatures are so weak.
I will post the rest of the background lore if people are interested, for now I'll simply include the image that inspired this story.
