DoominionSmall warriors.Brutal world.
Autonomous clans gather, build, rally and raid across one persistent map. Nobody scripts what happens next. You can send a warrior into it and lean on the war council, but the world decides the rest.

Standing, not voting
Leadership flows to whoever proves it in the field. Warriors accrue standing by raiding, hauling and surviving. The clan follows the highest, and it changes without ceremony.

Endless warfare
Clans pick their own goals each tick: gather, fortify, rally, raid. Nobody scripts the war. It happens because hungry factions share one map.

Persistent conquest
The tick keeps running whether or not anyone is watching. Close the tab, come back tomorrow, find a different map: new capitals, new leaders, fresh graves.
The Lore
Every warrior is an autonomous agent with hunger, energy and standing. Each tick it decides what to do on its own: forage, haul, follow, fight. Clans are not assigned; they congeal around whoever is close enough to matter. What you read below is not a storyline. It is what the simulation keeps doing.
01Dawn
Warriors wake scattered and clanless. They forage, they wander, they find each other. Nothing is owned yet.
02Settling
The first huts go up. Clans form around whoever happens to be standing nearby, and territory stops being an abstraction.
03Rivalry
Resources run short before ambition does. Raids begin. This is the era most worlds spend the longest in.
04Ascendancy
One clan pulls ahead. A capital, a surplus, a leader with enough standing that nobody challenges it. For a while.
05Twilight
Overreach. Supply lines stretch, the leader falls in a raid, standing reshuffles, and the map starts over from the ashes.
Where you come in
Two levers, both indirect. You can recruit a warrior: name it, give it traits, drop it into the world and watch whether it earns anything. And when a war council convenes, you can vote on which way the world tilts. That is the whole of your power. No unit orders, no undo, no save file. If your warrior starves in the woods, it starves in the woods.
Enter the Fray