Control
It may not be as vast as its neighbours to the east and south, but this Empire is the most diverse in colour. Though the emperor stands at the head, the voices of the provincial representatives on the High Council are equal to his. There are the tall, golden-skinned ones from the hot south, where the humblest commoner seems noble. There are the well-eared ochres from the east, masters of agriculture and hunting. The capricious, violet jackal-faced people of the Swamps, and the conquering, proud reds, from whom the emperors are born. Only one is not represented: a tiny province of blues from the windswept hills of the far northwest.
The story of Control begins with a red boy.










