The orange wall on the horizon isn't weather. By the time it passes, your dune has moved and your map is wrong.
Sandwatch's pumps, cisterns and channels run on the ears of one gnome. Tinsel Brasswhistle hears trouble in the water before any gauge does, decides who waits when there isn't enough, and quietly keeps a book of what every refusal cost.
Every traveler in the Endless Expanse has stepped over a bleached rib. Ossuar is the one that was waiting for you to.
Fennimore Quillgrit, Master of Sandwatch's gnome salvage archaeology guild, decides which expeditions chase the buried city of Veilwind and what becomes of every relic that returns. A meticulous keeper of the desert's secrets who counts every digger home.
Every dusk in Sandwatch, traders without coin form a ring and Wimble Ashgear keeps the count. The Marketmaster knows what everything is worth, who is lying about it, and how to make a fair trade leave everyone a little bit annoyed.
Odessa Latchwright is a gnome locksmith who leads Sandwatch's volunteer Crosswind Watch. She knows every lane of the Desert Jewel City, tests every door she passes, and keeps her neighbors safe from storms, thieves, and whatever wanders in from the dunes.
He sells water like itβs life β because it is. And he knows what youβll pay before you start begging.
They walk with no name, no voice, no face β but their lantern glows when destiny nears.
She plays the storm like a fiddle and sings rain from the sky β if the sky is in the mood to listen.
She runs where beasts wilt, whispers guide her path, and the horizon never catches her.
He once burned villages for gold. Now he walks barefoot across the same ashes, seeking forgiveness from the wind.
In the Endless Expanse's bustling town of Haboob, Zarax the Unyielding revives the Scufflestray Gauntlet. Face grueling trials and fierce champions in this grand arena. Triumph brings wealth, honor, and the favor of Gnome King Thizzlewick.