The Bell rings when someone dies

It happened not so long ago, but no, it seems as if it had been a thousand years ago. Most can no longer remember, the Alteron streets bustling with life and happiness... All they can remember are these morbid months, when death reigned the streets; when Alteron fell to this mysterious sickness. It was too late for the humans. Only those that fled survived.

But for the dogs it didn't go much better. It has been only misery since They arrived. They, the Zenoir, an entire pack of ruthless barbarians with simple demands: your freedom, or your life; barbarians who believe the more they kill, the stronger they become. Still, there is no doubt they're the strongest pack around, in all of Alteron, and the little villages surrounding it; so many are giving up their freedom and joining their ranks, hoping to be given something to eat and a safe place to stay.

The only hope for many more, however, is that mist-shrouded rebellion said to be forming somewhere in Alteron. But the life of a rebel is always dangling from a string; revolving around having the heart at your throat, always praying so your hideout remains hidden for a day longer, so you can live to see tomorrow.

So you're stuck here. Where to go? Will you join Them? Or the rebels? Just staying here will mean the slow and painful death of starvation, as both packs have the only sources of plague-free food. Choose your side wisely, Wanderer, and quickly; a war between the two packs could break out in any moment...

The sinister symphony sets the rhythm for a dance

Welcome to Alteron! We're an advanced (two full paragraphs +), literate, dog RPG set in the medieval times; mid-14 century to be more exact. The times when the Black Death was at its worst moment, when seeing a human drop dead in the middle of the streets was a normal sight...

Come join our Death Dance