Foothold on a fantasy furry world.

It was a typical fantasy world with iron-age cultures, but with magic and monsters. Now it was facing a ‘demon’ invasion; or rather a human invasion.

They were beings who had a ‘magic’ unknown to the various native civilizations: sufficiently advanced technology. Of course they were terrifying; they just didn’t play by the local rules.

The Foothold had been established on an island nation off the coast, its natives being rapidly assimilated, and plans were underway to expand the control zone towards one of the most magically advanced mainland nations.

Meanwhile word had gotten out. Refugees from the Foothold had borne witness to anyone who would believe them. Seers from the magical community had confirmed. A resistance was formed.

However this resistance just did not have the correct context for the problem. They had heard tales of a mighty tower from which the demon lord’s forces emerged, and into which captives were taken, to emerge disturbingly changed.

So, the expected plan was enacted: send a specialist strike-force to climb the tower and slay the demon lord.

Unfortunately, the resistance had no notion of what a space elevator truly was. Their hero’s journey would have been doomed from the start, if it wasn’t for ...

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