Turansk

Turansk claims the northernmost reaches of Molitova-Europa, a land of endless snowfields, frozen forests, and blizzards that swallow armies whole. When Molitova and Europa first fell, it was here that fleeing politicians, nobles, and remnants of royalty sought refuge, escaping the chaos by rail. Their trains carried them into the frozen wastes where none were expected to survive, but instead of withering in the cold, they built anew. From the shelters and stations carved out of permafrost, cities rose, forged by desperation and discipline. Their survival became their strength, for the very railroads that carried them to exile were transformed into lifelines of war.
  In Turansk, trains are no longer simple engines of transport but towering juggernauts of steel and fire. Outfitted with heavy armor, bristling turrets, and weaponry powerful enough to shatter fortresses, these mobile war machines allow the nation to strike from the safety of iron beasts that thunder across the rails. Their armies rarely march on foot, instead riding in these iron leviathans, emerging where least expected to deliver devastating blows before retreating back into the blizzard. To the other warring states, Turansk is a constant thorn—its frozen homeland nearly impossible to invade, its trains nearly impossible to counter. Though isolated, it remains one of the continent’s most dangerous forces: a kingdom of snow and iron whose strength lies not in numbers, but in the unstoppable momentum of war machines on rails.