A Throne Built Upon a Shattered World

For one thousand years, darkness has reigned upon the world of Meria. The Empire, the long standing political body established by the one true God-King, Harbinger, crushes all dissent beneath its iron boot. The 'unclean' peoples are persecuted, killed, and discriminated against for their 'xenoplanar' blood that poisons them and the material plane itself. The gods are silent as they always have been ever since the Godless Aegis was erected and separates the former deities of this world from its inhabitants.   The Inquisition hunts both the genuine threat and political enemy of those in the empire in its massive ever shifting, grinding, brutal bureaucracy, wielding immense political power. The 10,000 stand as ever still watchers over the realm, The Immortals. Undying, unkillable, unassailable. They maintain The Watch over their masters' realm without question, maintaining his order and peace.   And Harbinger... is silent. A silent tyrant, disappeared from public eye mostly. A quiet king. A figure now shrouded in mystery and rumor. The Emperor, sitting on a throne built upon a shattered world.