Last Watch

BOOM! With a roar the howitzer fires - recoil punches the brutal weapon back into its hydraulic dampners. Even so, the nine ton Warjack takes an involuntary step backward.

Muzzle smoking, even as a new shell is fed into the breach the mind of the machine is already seeking a new target. Given that the city of Fellig is besieged by thousands of howling white-robed Protectorate fanatics, targets are not in short supply. Time, alas, is.

Even now a traitor works their malign influence within the city walls. Should their plans succeed, Fellig will fall and all within will be fed to the blazing pyres of Menoth...

Welcome to an age of steam. An age where Mechanika and Magick exist side by side creating wonders never before dreamed of.

It is also an age of total war - the very air is tainted by smoke-belching Warjacks, and is filled with the lamenting of the bereft. Welcome to the IRON KINGDOMS!