Mercenaries, steppe riders, politicians, revolutionaries and children all make their way through a world shrouded in the haze of gunpowder smoke and human deceit.
"To stand between earth and the sky."
The Gray Landser Company considers itself the best company of mercenaries across the length of the Continent. From the fjords curled around Trauermarsch in the North to the verdant rice terraces of the Southern Principalities, one can find no better soldiers. The great fear of the Landser is the day when martial prowess will not suffice, when the world grows larger than the company's 600-strong ranks and out past the rural plains they call home.
Om Omsa Sivasu carved out a name and place for his clan and his polity with single-minded intensity. Tashikaur stands now like an urban economic flagship on the grass ocean of the Continent's central steppe, and the Om Omsa clan is at its wheel. Their cousins, the free roaming nomad tribes, dismiss them as runts, thralls to the soft Lowlanders even as resplendent trade pours into the steppe. Om Omsa spent his entire life growing his world ever larger.
With no mystical beasts or fairytale magic to help or hinder them, each man and woman faces the riptide of history with the strength of their wits, friends and family as best they can.