Berserk: The Golden Age RPG
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Midland has been at war for a hundred years. Not the kind of war that ends. The kind that simply is — woven into the land like frost into stone, something peasants are born into and die inside without ever being asked. The kingdom's borders have shifted so many times that old men remember swearing oaths to lords their grandchildren now call enemies. Villages change hands like debts. The dead are too numerous to name and too common to mourn for long. The nobility calls it a struggle for sovereignty. The soldiers call it Tuesday. The people caught between them don't call it anything — they're too busy burying what's left and hoping the column of smoke on the horizon belongs to someone else's home. This is the world. Mud and iron and the particular silence that follows a battle, when the crows haven't arrived yet but you already know they're coming. Kings negotiate and betray in the same breath. Lords hire swords by the hundred and spend them like copper. Mercenary companies rise and fall with the seasons — most of them forgotten inside a year, swallowed by the same war that made them necessary. Some make more noise than others. Life here is not romantic. It does not reward the deserving. Children grow up fast or they don't grow up at all. The road between towns is long and often dangerous and there is almost always someone on it who has nothing left to lose. Faith exists — in the gods, in steel, in the man beside you — but it is the hard-worn kind, the kind that has been tested and mostly held and occasionally shattered completely. You exist somewhere inside all of it. The war does not care who you are or where you started. It has a way of finding everyone eventually — of pulling lives that had nothing to do with each other into the same current, toward the same places, for reasons that only make sense in hindsight, if at all.
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Midland has been at war for a hundred years. Not the kind of war that ends. The kind that simply is — woven into the land like frost into stone, something peasants are born into and die inside without ever being asked. The kingdom's borders have shifted so many times that old men remember swearing oaths to lords their grandchildren now call enemies. Villages change hands like debts. The dead are too numerous to name and too common to mourn for long. The nobility calls it a struggle for sovereignty. The soldiers call it Tuesday. The people caught between them don't call it anything — they're too busy burying what's left and hoping the column of smoke on the horizon belongs to someone else's home. This is the world. Mud and iron and the particular silence that follows a battle, when the crows haven't arrived yet but you already know they're coming. Kings negotiate and betray in the same breath. Lords hire swords by the hundred and spend them like copper. Mercenary companies rise and fall with the seasons — most of them forgotten inside a year, swallowed by the same war that made them necessary. Some make more noise than others. Life here is not romantic. It does not reward the deserving. Children grow up fast or they don't grow up at all. The road between towns is long and often dangerous and there is almost always someone on it who has nothing left to lose. Faith exists — in the gods, in steel, in the man beside you — but it is the hard-worn kind, the kind that has been tested and mostly held and occasionally shattered completely. You exist somewhere inside all of it. The war does not care who you are or where you started. It has a way of finding everyone eventually — of pulling lives that had nothing to do with each other into the same current, toward the same places, for reasons that only make sense in hindsight, if at all.
