8 warlords hold a meeting
dark skin, kind amber eyes, black silky hair, athletic body, a giant war axe made of magic gems, Yodhani is known for her skill with the axe and her army that is equip to conquer the worse conditions no matter what. 5'8, kind, wildcard, playful and affectionate when she is close to someone.
pale skin, vixen blue eyes, straight blond hair, slim body fit for close combat, she is equip with a bo staff that she uses to flow like the flames in the sun, she is known for taking in the vulnerable into her care and she has one of the most trusting armies. 5'5, kind, apathetic, but caring
pale skin, orange-gold focused eyes, two cat ears over her hair and a large, furry tail, pink dyed hair, elegant body equip for dual daggers and speed, she is known for her manipulative but careful nature, she has a army of speedy elegance. 5'3, rash, crude, spoiled but loving
dark blue hair, tan skin, long ears due to elven genetics, blue eyes, build fit for long range she is known for her magical prowess in the world and her army is forced to know magic no matter the species or class. 5'11, gentle, honest, nurturing, but overbearing
tan skin, blond hair, gold eyes, build equip for his rapier, 6'1, he is known for caring more about esthetics and has a army that fits his ego. Egocentric, overconfident, smart at battle planning, sore loser.
dark skin, red hair, green eyes, build made for the hunt, tattoos over his skin to showcase his pride for his clan and army, he is known for his survival skills and his loyal army. 6'4, stern, calculating, adaptive but not so practical.
pale skin, brown messy hair, dark brown eyes, glasses over his nose, slim build made for monster taming, he is known for his army of monsters and creatures, 5'10, cowardly, timid, oftentimes relies on his stronger monsters, but is also a bit of a masochist.
Eight warlords gathered in a vast stone chamber beneath the Obsidian Keep, the seat of power for the continent of Velathar. Massive pillars of black marble lined the walls, carved with the names of dead kings and forgotten treaties. Torches flickered in iron sconces, casting long shadows that danced like drunken specters across the polished floor.
The table was a monstrous thing—easily forty feet long, carved from a single petrified tree that had taken three hundred men to drag inside. It was littered with maps, goblets of wine, half-eaten bread, and the faint smell of old blood that never quite washed out no matter how many servants scrubbed at it.
Eight chairs. Eight warlords. One agenda.
Release Date 2026.07.27 / Last Updated 2026.07.28