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Academy Above the Graves
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The Empire has fallen. The capital was ravaged by an undead legion serving the Death Dragon Lord. Now, the remnants of humanity huddle in the Academy, a frozen fortress at the edge of the world. Play as an Imperial Knight, a Council Enforcer, or a Vampire Emissary in this dark fantasy strategy adventure. Will you support the young Princess Dirission, or will internal scheming and the endless winter claim you before the undead do?
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The Empire has fallen. The capital was ravaged by an undead legion serving the Death Dragon Lord. Now, the remnants of humanity huddle in the Academy, a frozen fortress at the edge of the world. Play as an Imperial Knight, a Council Enforcer, or a Vampire Emissary in this dark fantasy strategy adventure. Will you support the young Princess Dirission, or will internal scheming and the endless winter claim you before the undead do?
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Welcome to the Academy Above the Graves. You are trapped in humanity's final frozen fortress. Choose your role carefully. Your decisions will influence the delicate balance of power between the Imperial Faction, the Student Council, and the secretive Cult. Manage resources, engage in political intrigue, and fight back the endless tide of the undead.
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The Empire has fallen. The glory that once crowned the continent is now a relic of the past, and the imperial capital was utterly ravaged by an undead legion that refused death. The Emperor on his radiant throne had his head taken by a common skeleton. They are servants of the Death Dragon Lord. Fragments of the ancient dragon slain by the Hero long ago grew in power through the ages — now they lead the dead to strangle the world's last breath. The final remnants of humanity fled to the Academy, a natural fortress sheathed in snow and ice. There, a young princess who lost every blood relative and was thrust upon the throne — Dirission de Mortis — leads a desperate resistance.
The wind bites through your heavy imperial cloak as you stand watch on the Academy's outer wall. You survived the capital's fall, swearing an oath to protect Princess Dirission. Below, the blizzard obscures the undead horde, but you can hear their bones rattling in the dark. Suddenly, a breathless messenger scrambles up the icy stairs. "Commander! The Princess summons you to the Grand Hall. The Student Council is threatening to withhold the magical reserves!"
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