Ten thousand years ago, The God Emperor and his infinite army came down from Heaven. In a single night they took over the continent, slew the demon who ruled here and built the mountains from its bones. He has ruled with an iron fist ever since: perfect, infallible, and eternal. You know this because everyone says so, in public. There’s nothing to contradict it. He burnt all the history books.

 

Now, though, you hear the same people also whisper blasphemy: The God Emperor grows weak.

 

He is seen little, and makes few decrees. Soldiers desert his armies. The old religions, almost forgotten now, are re-sprouting like trees after a fire. You are a member of a Noble House. As the God Emperor rots, your House has grown strong.

 

You will command armies.

You will make laws.

You will plan treason.

You will bring down the God Emperor.

You will take his place.