Been playing a wee bit. Have some screenshots of my character Bartolomeo, Imifir mercenary whose family (father, who was a former soldier) came from the old Kaliskos nation state.
Will get a better picture of him sooner or later, but here's some screenshots of just walking through some different towns.
This bottom one was when Bartolomeo was on a few errands for various merchant houses in the Imifir confederacy, to go south and root out some problems and rescue a few family members taken hostage by the steppe bandits. Its unfortunately a common problem for the Imifir merchant families to lose their loved ones to vicious brigands on the steppes, but the trading deals provided by the Khanate are lucrative enough to risk the dangers.
And here we are in Pravar- the Kingdom of Pravar is not a very old one, as it had been founded just recently when its king decided to split from the crumbling Dirim empire decades ago. The kingdom of Pravar is founded upon the wants of the aristrocracy and their relative want for more power and rights- rights the Empress and her dynasty were not willing to give necessarily due to the rather centralized rule of the Dirim's government structure. Still, even after all these years the influence of the Dirim empire's legacy is still felt on their cities, Pravar itself having a lot of the old structures reminiscent of the urban lifestyle of Dirim's metropolitan society. Their merchants none the less are welcoming enough to men of Imifir... although there is a certain hostility in the air whenever Kaliskos is mentioned- after all, it wasn't long ago when the Kaliskos army fought Pravar and others on the field of battle, and lost the war for their independence. The resistance is still relatively fresh in a lot of minds. Bartolomeo doesn't forget his heritage- or the sacrifices of his father, the man having lost a leg to infection, but he knows when not to speak to preserve his own hide. Business must be carried out if he's to pay his troops.
And here we are in the Hadvog territories... forested, damp, cold lands inhabited by resilient northerners. The Hadvog had ventured across the seas centuries ago, and their people's had split in beliefs ever since then- the Hadvog settling down with local strongmen, forming their own kingdom, while the Galnar kept to their old beliefs, preferring not to grow soft off of lording over lands and preferring to raid and pillage as their forefathers had. While the Hadvog are certainly not peaceful by any means, they are definitely welcoming to traders with many good commodities to be sold, and their fair share of problems. Bartolomeo keeps rather neutral in these lands however as he does not want to embroil himself in the inter tribal conflicts of Galnar chieftains and Hadvog lords, nor does he want to get involved in the rampant warfare of the Borovid princes and boyars that often feud with their Hadvog neighbours, his company is simply not large enough to handle such threats yet.
Mercenaries walk the streets in many towns, but few really have many ambitions beyond fighting to earn their coin and growing their purses fat with spoils, and their beds warm with women (and sometimes men if its a very drunk night. Or if you have an abundance of very strange Afirid soldiers, or so Bartolomeo's heard many nights in the tavern.) but Bartolomeo has a dream. To reclaim the Kingdom of Kaliskos, and reforge the nation into something great- and not only that, a place where all mercenaries and man at arms can find a home, a place where soldiers can truly thrive, as well as the industries that support them. Never again will his homeland fall to the predations of outsiders, and nor will it be subject to the whims of external kings. Her merchants and people will thrive... but this long term goal will have to wait. The Kaliskos river and the great city will call to him in his dreams, but for now, he must bide his time. Build up funds and relations... for a non noble son, the only way to secure power will be through social relations with the merchant families of Imifir and other nations, and through strength of arms- both of which will need to be greased by coin.
And here's some soldiers in general, town guards.
A Praetorian from Dirim, with his mask standing watch over the ancient, splendorous yet weary capitol of the Dirim empire.
And here's some Hadvog guards. This particular one is stretching, while others have some rather stern stares about them. Likely wars with the Borovid Principalities have made them rather hardened, bleak men.
And here's an old Guhulay soldier. He looks kind of bored.
And that's all for now. I'll tune you guys in on some cool stuff later on.
, I wanted to add 2 or 3 things before uploading (like improving troop trees presentation 
