History is full of the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes going up.

In the world of Patricidor, the arcane is geared towards two pursuits and two only: the accumulation, and subsequent conservation of power. The mystic serves the temporal. The patricii, the magical nobility, bind their subjects' bloodlines to theirs, and link each other in magically-enforced oaths of vassalage dating back millenia.

Marcus, formally of High House Claudii, born from the union of the late High Lord and High Lady of Claudii, has fallen to the lowest possible point in the system that had previsouly treated him so well. He has been stripped of his rank, rendered a slave, a being whose oaths of servitude given in blood to their masters so far surpasses those, already restrictive, given by commoners to their betters that they may even be an entirely different creature. No longer human.

His fall has been the single most colossal in the history of the patricii. And yet, in the world of Patricidor, magic is not only geared towards the conservation of power, but also towards its accumulation...

Tags: Empire building ; Citybuilding ; Base building ; High Fantasy ; Progression Fantasy ; Nobility