





The heaven falls and the fields erode, China has once again succumbed to the machination of its downfall. The lands are infested with civil strifes and impending famines that starve millions, with countless men fighting for their rivaling overlords to reclaim the middle kingdom as their very own and rule all of its subjects on their every whim.



To the south, the Ming Dynasty fought to its very last breath. The rivaling usurpers struggling to claim their title are overwhelming the stubborn dynasty, with the six kingdoms being desperate to carve the wounded tiger to pieces. They take hold of every piece of land and city they can claim while the loyal subjects of the Ming Dynasty fought hard to reclaim back what's theirs.



While the South China Proper is embroiled in the petty rivalry, the Jurchens have become docile despite its chaotic opportunity. The three tribes are in a stand-still and fall back to their homeland. Mongolia too is facing elsewhere, but they prosper after settling in the steppes under the leadership of an ambitious khan and his northern ally.



Nurhaci was ready to exploit the chaos that ensues the middle kingdom... until...



In the far west of the Taklamakan Desert, a new impending force has emerged. The Uyghurs galloped towards the Chinese Proper with the backing of the entire Ummah on their backs and they seek to claim the entire subcontinent for the riches and abundance that it stores. They wield cannons as loud as the thunders itself and walk with barbarians that they've never seen before, riding monstrous grey beast as tall as a house with giant tusks beneath their mouths.



They exceptionally conquered most of China, reaching to Beijing in a matter of years. They utilize whatever advantage they can muster: from utilizing the Hui people as their envoy and bureaucrats and synthesizing their already persianized culture with the local elements.



With the entire subcontinent falling in their grasp, who knows what will happen.

