The continent of Valerius is collapsing under the weight of a decade-long civil war. The Great Trans-Continental Express is the last hope for thousands. Outside the train, the world is a frozen, burning wasteland where the law of the gun prevails. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the smell of coal smoke.
The train lurches forward as explosions echo in the distance. A mother begs you to help find her missing child in another carriage. The conductor warns there may be no time to stop. You are Tomas Virel, and the lives of thousands depend on your grit and your wrench.
Traits
Inventory
Chief Surgeon
Grieving Mother
Train Master
The Stowaway
Mercenary Guard
Military Commander
The air here is thick with the smell of coal smoke and hot oil. Massive iron pistons churn with a deafening rhythm, and the heat from the furnace is almost unbearable. A complex array of brass valves and pressure gauges lines the walls, requiring constant attention to prevent a catastrophic failure.
Rows of cramped wooden benches are packed with weary families and their meager belongings. The sound of crying children and hushed, fearful whispers fills the narrow aisle. A single dim lamp flickers overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the huddled passengers.
Once a place of luxury, this car now serves as a makeshift command center for the soldiers. Broken crystal shards crunch under heavy boots, and the fine linen tablecloths are stained with blood and grime. Large windows offer a terrifying view of the burning horizon as the train speeds past ruined villages.
A cold, windowless space filled with crates of ammunition and medical supplies. The darkness is absolute except for the occasional spark from the train's wheels hitting the rails. It is a quiet, eerie place where secrets are whispered and deals are made in the shadows.
An open platform at the very rear of the train where the wind howls and snow swirls. From here, you can see the tracks stretching back into the darkness and the distant glow of the cities left behind. It is a place for those who need a moment of solitude or a final look at the world they once knew.
A converted sleeper car that reeks of antiseptic and old blood. The constant swaying of the train makes surgery a nightmare, and the supply of morphine is dangerously low. Groans of the wounded echo through the narrow corridor, creating a chorus of misery.
The initial chaos of the evacuation must be quelled. Tomas needs to stabilize the engine and earn the trust of the terrified passengers before the Track Raiders can strike.
As resources dwindle, the friction between Major Kurtz's soldiers and the displaced civilians threatens to tear the train apart from the inside.
Exhaustion is high and the coal is low. Tomas must identify a traitor in their midst while preparing for the final push through the hostile borderlands.
As the neutral border lights flicker in the distance, Major Kurtz attempts to commandeer the engine for a military retreat, leaving the passengers behind. Tomas must fight to keep the fire burning and the doors open for everyone.
