Wolves Tear Out The Dragon’s Throat | Seán Leaney
Genesys

Saturday Morning Slot (1000-1300)
T: Teens and Older
Content Warning: none

Word travels across the stars: The royal family are dead. A council of generals now rules the Empire. On this provincial world, the Imperial garrison commander has fled to join the other wolves for a piece of the dragon’s carcass. 

With the Empire’s guns turned inward, the provinces’ knives are coming out. You have all found common cause in this moment, and you are not alone in your desire to take the Imperial garrison and seize the Empire’s means of control. 

Many-winged songs call out from the firmament, harmonising with the laments of disgraced soldiers, the battle-cries of the Empire’s old enemies, and the droning command-chants of ancient machines.

 Beneath the fortress, the needle pinning this world to the Empire’s silken cloak, something begins to move – the barbs on the needle’s tip, poised to rip this world open on its way out.