Red Mist

In the war‑scarred frontier nation of Jourmangund, loyalty is a currency no one can afford and survival is negotiated at gunpoint. The country is a patchwork of collapsing cities, corporate fiefdoms, and lawless territories where governments rise and fall faster than the smoke clears from their last firefight. In this brutal landscape, one name carries weight in every back‑alley deal, encrypted contract board, and battlefield whisper: the Iron Vultures.

A crew of elite mercenaries, the Iron Vultures operate where official armies refuse to tread and where diplomacy has long since bled out. They take on the deadliest, most volatile jobs money can buy. High‑stakes recoveries, black‑site extractions, full‑scale heists, and covert demolitions that can topple regimes or ignite new ones. Every contract pushes them to the edge, into the places where maps end and graveyards begin, where one wrong move doesn't just kill you, it erases you.

Each member of the Vultures carries a past heavy enough to sink them, yet sharp enough to keep them alive. Former soldiers haunted by the wars they couldn't win. Ex‑spies burned by the agencies that created them. Engineers, snipers, infiltrators, medics and specialists forged by trauma and refined by necessity. Their skill sets are unmatched, their reputations infamous, and their demons never far behind.

In a nation where the powerful devour the weak and the weak learn to bite back, the Iron Vultures are neither heroes nor villains. They are the storm that arrives when all other options fail, the last resort, the necessary evil, the mercenaries who will do what no one else can, and what no one else should.Jourmangund may be dying, but as long as the money flows and the guns stay loaded, the Iron Vultures will keep circling the battlefield... waiting for their next chance to strike.