West of No Man’s Land and East of the Stony Mountains is a godforsaken land covered in misery and sand. The people on this scrap of earth survive only by donning suits that allow them to dive deep into the dunes to recover scraps from a forgotten age. They have assembled a new and fragile society on the shifting sands. A land of lawlessness, of pirates and gangs, of Lords with brief and nasty reigns. The nearest thing to a city is Springston, with its great wall that holds back the westerly winds. South is Low-Pub. And north, the legendary and forgotten town of Danvar. Anyone who leaves this world is never heard from again, but maybe that’s because they’d just as soon forget they were ever there.