FreeSky - a world where man dwells among the clouds engaged in an endless battle to forge a new history!

It has been nearly a hundred years since the terrible event that destroyed the world below, forcing humanity into the clouds. Very few know what caused this cataclysm; truth has become tales, records have been lost, and facts banished by laughter. With their great library gone, the masters at the Royal Academy debate and argue in their drifting fortress. But history has a way of being remembered and the truth often peeks from behind the bawdy song of a tavern bard. Scholars often envision a bygone age where the brutal Westeam Empire spanned the length of the Aerocloud.

It was an age of exploration and discovery but so too was it one of unparalleled cruelty and greed. The Westeam dukes ruled with a union held together by alchemists and the power they harnessed from the mysterious Aerogel. It was with this power that they built the first airships and rained death upon the bewildered Arya and the fierce Broncs. Armed with simple weapons and riding only horses, they were no match for Jraxido, the first Skyduke of the Empire. For five hundred years, the land learned to fear shadows in the sky.

But just as it gave them control of the skies, Aerogel too brought the Empire into a dark age.

With great pains they tried to hide it, but the Skydukes could not delay the inevitable any longer. After five hundred years, the secrets of the Aerogel were known to all. After half a millennium of oppression, the Rebellion was more than an irritating insect to be squashed at leisure. Harvesters were built, blueprints stolen, and the Aerogel War ravaged the land.

The alchemists of the Iron Institute were given new liberties. In their dark laboratories, unspeakable experiments were performed without a care for consequences. Terrible weapons were developed with devastating results for both the Empire and the Rebels.

Still the Rebellion persisted. The harder the Skydukes pushed, the harder the alchemists strained the very fabric of reality. Finally, on one fateful day, it broke. Without warning, the Aerocloud split into a thousand pieces across the Endless Sky. Millions died, Empire and Rebel alike. The Westeam Empire perished and with it the last true Skyduke.

Now, a new world order is growing. The Empire may have ended, but the belligerent nature of Man cannot be quelled. Thousands have crowned themselves Skydukes, taking pieces of the former Aerocloud under their dominion. How will you survive this unforgiving world? Claim what is yours and fight for command of the FreeSky!