A province on broken rock

The Throne made you viceroy of a province at the frontier's edge: islands of broken rock in a sea of fog.

Build it around the Last Light, an iron lighthouse that burns ember, and keep its lantern fed. When it starves, the light dims, and the fog comes in over the edges.

The Empire's unwanted

Convicts, zealots, broken regiments: whatever the Throne could spare was shipped to you.

Every hero is someone, with a face, a class and a kit of gear that grows with them.

Short fights in the fog

Squads go out across the frontier in short fights you can watch and replay.

Tap to fire an ability early, or hold the big one for the moment that counts.

Other viceroys

You are one viceroy of many, all sworn to the same Throne.

The provinces round yours are other players'. Trade with them, raid them, or stand with them in an alliance.

Not all of them come back

A hero who falls stays fallen.

The province holds a wake, the name goes on the memorial with what felled them, and the others go out again.

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