The end of a long and terrible war ushered in a decade of relative peace for Sekkai. The land returned to it’s prosperous and joyful prime as construction made headway, overflowing with a bounty of food and people. Dragons, the winged protectors of Sekkai, grew abundant and powerful. Elements of every sort darted across the skies and plains with their riders, snuffing out the lingering remains of their corrupted enemies. Their mammalian cousins, the Draux, swiftly patrolled the borders and city streets. Massive Dire wolves raced between the varying climates, destroying the smallest, darkest of intents.

A truce was struck with their fallen enemies to the west. The Tainted, a nation of once-corrupted Sekkians, simmered, biding their time. Blind malice did not guide the Toxic Queens. They were smart, cunning, and knew that the key to overcoming a much larger opponent and reclaiming their land was not a full-fronted assault.

The Influenza, Mycotic, and Rosemary dragons beneath Augari’s caustic wings worked their magic at her behest. At the end of their long and tedious experiments, a new pathogen was created and set loose upon the mainland. Returned captives flocked to their homes, unaware of the true danger they carried. The disease finally exploded two weeks after Sekkai's annual autumn festivals. Livestock, not dragons, swiftly and brutally perished. The pandemic immediately wounded Sekkai, for what was a proud, strong military without a source of food?

The Toxic Queens watched as Nyushi’s golden Empress struggled to maintain hold over her people. Riots ripped apart Sekkai with escalating violence. A military police was formed, but would it help? The Queens had their rightful throne. They had a fortress. They had an indomitable army. Their foes were bent to their knees. And now, with the puppeteered return of the Nightmare Nidhogg, they had the control they needed to bring their legion back from the muck the Sekkians had quashed them in.

But there was something to the simple equation of power that the Tainted weren’t quite expecting. Although it had long laid dormant, it began to move in the aftermath of their terrible plague. It grew, biding it’s time. The quiet, unseen resilience watched. It waited. It planned.

And what will you do? Will you help Sekkai recover from it’s wounds and uphold the law of the land? Will you rip the whole of the continent from end to end in order to glean a name for yourself in history? Or will you scheme, quietly, and work tediously to overthrow your oppressors when they least expect it?

Things aren’t always so black and white.

Welcome, then, to Sekkai Fractures.


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