The Great Crossings

The wood of the heavy supply sled groans under the weight of the Tsar's stolen munitions, but it is nothing compared to the sound beneath your boots. A sharp, rifle-crack echo tears through the sheet of grey ice.

You are not a conqueror, a general, or a king. You are the one who whips the shivering horses, coaxes the dying oxen, and pulls the heavy supply sleds across crumbling ice. Cursed or chosen, your soul is bound to the great frontiers of history, forever tasked with leading the desperate through the most unforgiving terrain on Earth. From the high, frozen passes of the Alps in 218 BC, where a sudden blizzard blocks Hannibal’s descent, to the bitter, war-torn wastes of Siberia in 1916, where the cracking ice of a frozen river threatens to swallow your entire caravan, you are the ultimate underdog. You face empires that view you as disposable and a wilderness that simply wants you dead. Every river crossing is a gamble. Every mountain trail is a potential grave. Can you guide the forgotten through the jaws of winter, or will the cold claim you once and for all?