Every few decades, The Game occurs. Rewards are abundant, power is generously given, and a future is possible to all, from the lowly urchin to the Emperor. 

That is, at least, what the denizens of this world believe it to be as they prepare from one calamity to the other, fostering power and knowledge. Creating guilds and countries; all for the purpose of winning.

Nilbog, battered and beat, wants nothing of it.

Kara craves for it all.

In the process of a re-write. I advise against reading any of this yet.