The Qin Dynasty of Evil Land
Across the shattered horizons of Evil Land, where rust deserts roll into fungal forests and skies bleed ash at dawn, the most formidable banner raised against chaos is that of the Qin Dynasty. Rooted in the memory of the ancient world yet transformed by the cruelty of the present, the Qin stand as both empire and war-machine, claiming to be the sole inheritors of true civilization. Their ambition is to restore order—though their order comes shackled in chains, steeped in cruelty, and enforced by iron discipline.
At the heart of the Qin’s might sits Emperor Zhao Anxu, a man whose body is said to be equal parts flesh and jade-metal grafts. Some whisper that he was resurrected from the bones of the first Qin Emperor himself, infused with strange alchemical elixirs drawn from ruins buried beneath the salt flats. His visage is terrifying to behold: pale skin stretched over geometric metal plates, eyes glowing with the faint radiance of distilled starlight, and a voice that carries like the roll of thunder through caverns.
Anxu preaches one creed only—Unity through Subjugation. He believes the world of Evil Land is a fallen vessel, corrupted by weakness and indulgence. Scavengers, tribes, and merchants may cling to their pathetic freedoms, but under the Qin banner, they will know true destiny: to become tools of empire, or bones beneath its tread.
It is said he rarely leaves the throne room of Jade Bastion, the capital fortress-city of the Qin. There, he consults the Chronicle of Heaven’s Ashes, a tome supposedly older than Evil Land itself, filled with predictions, battle plans, and dire truths. Whether it is an ancient AI datacore in disguise or an artifact of the Anunnaki, no one knows—but Anxu claims it whispers directly to him, guiding his conquests.
Around Emperor Zhao Anxu gathers a host of loyal servants, generals, and mystics, each as dangerous as a kingdom unto themselves:
General Wu Ironfang, Supreme Commander of Qin Legions. A towering brute clad in lamellar steel and volcanic obsidian, Ironfang is known for leading charges personally, wielding a war-scythe said to shear through war-beasts and armored walkers alike. His doctrine: strike swiftly, strike brutally, leave nothing alive to resist tomorrow.
Minister of Thought, Lady Qu Mei, keeper of propaganda and architect of indoctrination. Trained in sorcerous arts and psychological manipulation, she designs slogans, symbols, and ritual theater to convince conquered tribes that their resistance was folly. Those who defy her are subjected to “restructuring”—a combination of alchemical surgery, torture, and hypnotic chant.
The Jade Mask Envoys, faceless assassins who act as the Emperor’s shadows. Always seen in pairs, their masks are carved from jade and etched with screaming faces. They appear in the courts of subjugated tribes, demanding loyalty; if denied, they vanish into the night, only for the tribe’s leaders to be found dismembered by dawn.
High Alchemist Shen Tzu, architect of the Qin’s industrial arcana. He brews metal-flesh grafts, breeds war-beasts, and distills the addictive drug known as Black Lotus, which keeps soldiers obedient and civilians pliant. His laboratories are filled with cauldrons of writhing biomass and vats where human volunteers—or prisoners—emerge reborn as hulking Qin warforms.
The Qin Dynasty’s goals are simple but absolute:
Conquest of All Lands. The scavenger markets, Ashlander clans, fungal tribes, and free kingdoms are to be brought to heel under Qin rule. Borders are meaningless; only the Qin banner matters.
Preservation of “Heaven’s Line.” Emperor Zhao Anxu claims to descend from the first Emperor of the ancient world. His dynasty must be eternal, with succession ensured through cloned heirs and immortal graft-flesh.
Reconstruction of the Great Machine. Hidden in the desert is said to be an engine from before time’s fracture. The Qin believe it can be rebuilt to power an empire eternal. They scour Evil Land’s ruins for its fragments, enslaving thousands to dig, mine, and die in its pursuit.
Elimination of the “Vermin Mind.” Tribes, scavengers, and freefolk are considered insects—useful only as conscripts, laborers, or corpses. The Qin’s ideology holds that true civilization cannot bloom until the weeds are burned away.
The Qin Dynasty’s economy is vast, brutal, and unsustainable for those outside its reach. Its industries feed upon conquest, wringing the land of resources and enslaving populations to keep its gears turning.
Agriculture. The Qin have mastered the art of fungus-farms in underground chambers, producing endless gruel to feed their armies. They also enslave Ashlander tribes to cultivate hardy grains on wasteland terraces, though most of this grain goes directly to soldiers rather than civilians.
Industry. Blackened furnaces burn night and day, forging armor, obsidian blades, and steel-plated war machines. The Qin strip mine ancient ruins, melting down artifacts of ages past for raw metal. To them, relics are not sacred—only tools of empire.
Trade. Qin merchants travel with heavily armed caravans, offering goods like steel blades, Black Lotus, and graft-augmented slaves. They disdain barter, demanding only labor or loyalty as true currency. Still, desperate tribes often strike deals, knowing refusal means annihilation.
Alchemy. High Alchemist Shen Tzu’s workshops produce grafts, potions, and stimulants that empower Qin soldiers. Some concoctions are sold in secret to desperate scavengers, though most who drink them are reduced to monstrous husks.
The Qin Dynasty has perfected the art of subjugation, turning conquest into ritual:
Advance with overwhelming force. Qin legions march in formations of steel and bone, backed by siege engines and alchemical monstrosities. When they reach a settlement, their war-drums echo for miles, announcing inevitable destruction.
Offer of Submission. The Jade Mask Envoys appear, offering the settlement a choice: total loyalty or annihilation. Those who kneel are branded with the Qin sigil and folded into the empire. Those who resist are slaughtered, their survivors marched in chains.
Restructuring. Conquered peoples are forced into service. Children are taken to indoctrination camps, where Lady Qu Mei’s lessons erase old identities. Warriors are broken into slave-legions, stripped of names and given numbers. Elders and leaders are publicly executed to sever cultural memory.
Colonization. Once subdued, the Qin establish garrisons and fungus-farms, draining the land until it is barren. Should rebellion stir, the Qin answer with fire, salt, and the razing of entire tribes.
To the Qin, tribals and scavengers embody everything that ruined Evil Land: selfishness, superstition, and disorder. Their doctrine against them is merciless:
Psychological Warfare. Rumors of Qin atrocities spread faster than their armies. Tribes often surrender out of fear before battle is joined.
Divide and Conquer. Qin diplomats promise rival tribes power and weapons, turning them against each other until they can be crushed piecemeal.
Total Assimilation. Every conquered person must become Qin in thought and body. No cultural identities are tolerated; memory itself is considered rebellion.
Extermination. Tribes deemed too dangerous or “useless” are burned from history. Qin scribes record their names in the Chronicle of Heaven’s Ashes before crossing them out, claiming the act purges their existence forever.
The Qin Dynasty looms as the darkest power in Evil Land. Its Emperor sits like a god reborn, guiding armies of grafted warriors, alchemical beasts, and fanatical servants. Its economy devours the land. Its propaganda promises salvation through chains. Its enemies are countless, but disorganized; for every scavenger stronghold or Ashlander tribe that rises in defiance, a dozen are crushed beneath Qin boots.
And yet… in whispered taverns and forgotten caves, resistance still smolders. Some believe the Qin’s hunger will grow so vast it will consume itself. Others think a treasure of the Anunnaki, a beast from the forbidden depths, or a secret brotherhood may yet rise to shatter the iron reign. Until then, Evil Land trembles beneath the thunder of Qin drums, waiting to see whether the world will be remade in the Emperor’s terrible image—or burn with him in final ruin.