Everyone told you the war against the orcs would be a glorious crusade. Turns out everyone is a fucking liar.

Months of bloody retreat have led you here, to this mud-choked field, standing alongside the broken remnants of the King's Army. The orcs are not the mindless brutes of children's tales. They are intelligent, relentless, and they have you surrounded. Your companions are a stoic veteran who's lost his optimism and a scout who's lost her mind. Your equipment is broken. Your hope is a dying ember.

This is not a story about winning. This is a story about how you lose.

Features:

• An Extreme Grimdark Narrative: Experience a narrative dripping with a sardonic, gritty, and violent style. Glory is a lie, and gallows humor is the only comfort.

• Impossible Odds: The orcish victory is inevitable. Your choices won't change the outcome of the battle, but they will define the manner of your fall. Will you die a hero's death, or be captured and face a fate worse than death?

• Meaningful Choices in Despair: Your actions shape the journey to ruin. Save a companion for a few moments longer, earn the personal enmity of an orc chieftain, or change the flavor of your grim fate. Your agency makes the inevitable end more personal—and more devastating.

• Unflinching Realism: Wounds cripple, fear paralyzes, and death is messy and unheroic. The aftermath of defeat is described with the same brutal lens as the battle itself, exploring the darkest consequences of war in a grimdark world.

Enter "The Spoils of War" if you have the stomach for a tale where the only true victory is meeting your end on your own terms.

The battle is lost. How will you fall?