THE GUNS OF THE GOLDEN REACH
The year is 2061. The Sundering Accords are ash. The Iron Concord, a war machine that swallowed six borders in nine years, wants one last prize on the Varn coast: the free city of Ashgrove.
They can't storm Ashgrove's walls, so they plan to starve it. Everything the city eats grows in the Golden Reach, a hundred miles of wheat under an open sky. Burn the Reach and the city falls by winter.
The Concord doesn't send swarms. It sends one rocket, then a few seconds later another, then a drone, then a fighter screaming low over the wheat. They are probing and waiting for the day the guns go quiet.
In the middle of the fields stands Battery Seven. The farmers call it “the Scarecrow”. You are its last gun chief. Marshal Edda Voss talks to you over a cracked radio. Ashgrove's foundries send whatever they can forge: scrap autocannons at first, and if you hold long enough, weapons that were only ever blueprints.
Every crater in the Reach is bread the city will never eat. Every day you hold the sky, Ashgrove pays you in credits, steel and hope.
HOLD THE SKY. SAVE THE HARVEST.