The End Times have passed. All we have left here now is silence, dust and smell of death. Nothing is certain, nothing is given, nothing is as it used to be. We must seize the moment, take this land again and forge our dreams with substance.


Why is so dark? Why everything is so quiet? Where am I? Something is very wrong, this smell… this silence… “Vilford, gather the men, we must ride to the Towers!” Where is this wretched scum of a squire. “Vilford! Lift me up you stinking prick! Vilford!”

Maldred the Blade found out what happened and where he was with the very first beams of light. Very strange light that was. Not bright, not healthy light he used to see from his walls. It was a ghostly brightness like when you see the world through your eyelids full of dust and shattered glass. Blood. Gore. Mutated and desecrated human and horses bodies everywhere. He started to hear and it was the noise of hundreds of dying men.



Knights! I am stunned with your response to my small attempt to make Bretonnia busy again! Thank you so much!

Few of you have sent info yesterday about joining the fun here. We have few provinces taken so I think it is time to make things clear: please send me your details with your name, your character name, province taken to:


Link and post are floating over internet and facebook groups and there is so many of you I do not want to make mistake. From today I will only update provinces if you send the email. Oh and one more thing, I believe there will be more than 14 lords taking part so we should allow multiple dukes in one province, you will have to divide lands between you 😉