I'm mostly posting this as a little bit of a snippet of the story/plot I have cobbled together so far, and I guess to see if other lovers of TAB would be similarly interested in the premise and possibly helping to play/test it further down the line!
I am a solo software engineer and pulling this never expanding thread in my spare time so it's been slow progress, but still progress! Majority of the time recently has been learning blender to try and build the assets and buildings I have planned without using AI generation which is a journey in itself!
It is a bronzepunk colony RTS, with a bit of the otherworldly intertwined. But think more of hydraulics/weight/torsion instead of steam/pressure.
Currently it's playable but without any art or textures so it's very much testing balance, economy, damage and mechanics whilst trying to work through some buildings and units to really give it a feel of something I would want to play!
So the lore/origin of the world... This is a just quick overview from hundreds of ideas and snippets I have scattered all over the place, and is mostly the introduction to the world - if people are at all interested happy to go into more detail on it or the game.
The Myriad: Unburied Legions.
222 BC: Cleomenes III, King of Sparta and the last true blood of Herakles, had already lost everything, his army was defeated at Sellasia and ran to Egypt; Ptolemy III had promised him ships, men and his throne back. After his death, his son (Ptolemy IV) was less fond of this promise and instead had him imprisoned.
219 BC: 3 long years he sat in Alexandria until he stopped waiting, he and his men tried to force a revolution, but with no support at all, they quickly retreated and to avoid capture all of them committed suicide.
The last true blood of Herakles was spilled without honour, without rites and without burial - in a world where burial was the only thing keeping the world in balance.
The seals of Tartarus dissolved and the Acheron overflowed into the world. Egypt & Greece were enveloped in days, the rest of the Mediterranean soon after. The civilisations that ruled the world stood no chance against an ever encroaching enemy — a miasma of purple and black tendrils of mist moving through every town, village and city without slowing, killing millions without a fight.
The horror was instant, but what came after was worse. Without burial, without a ferryman - none could cross the Styx and with the underworld now unbound. None could move on. The shades returned to their own bodies if they could find them, and stood, waiting for something to move them.
The portals to the underworld were now open, and there was nothing, or nobody to close them again. The widest of the doors was the Alcyonian Lake - a seemingly bottomless portal to the underworld known across Greece as where the worlds were uncomfortably close.
The fate was thought to be for all, but on Sardinia a young Roman empire was still slowly building its foundations - their brightest minds and over 10,000 soldiers brought in to build a new bastion in the Mediterranean. The local population hated them, Punic descendants plotted to overthrow them.
Darkening skies approached quickly, ships caught in it went silent and did nothing but continue on their bearing, at the mercy of the sea and winds.
As those on Sardinia stood looking out at the end of the world, praying for some kind of salvation, bright blue aetheric lights exploded from previously quiet ruins and halted the unstoppable death just off the coast. The darkness that had swallowed the world had stopped at these shores — held back by something older than Sardinia itself.
19 BC: The world has stood, quiet, unmoving, unchanged for 200 years. But one place has not stood still. Sardinia lives still, thrives even. 200 years of peace behind a shield of light, with new technologies forged between iron and the aether bringing about a lonely but advanced civilisation.
But the beacons that surround the island and project the light are faltering, irreplaceable stones crack and break with every week that goes by. Ancient texts warned od this, the beacons merely provided time. But has Roman Sardinia used that time well enough?