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Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm. Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm.

The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide. The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide.

Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living. Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living.

Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs. Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs.

Aveline Blackwater, sheriff of Dustwind, carries both badge and burden with a weathered hand. Her gaze is as cold and steady as the barrel of her rifle, and rumor has it she once stared down a tornado until it turned aside. In her presence, men and storms alike find themselves wanting. Aveline Blackwater, sheriff of Dustwind, carries both badge and burden with a weathered hand. Her gaze is as cold and steady as the barrel of her rifle, and rumor has it she once stared down a tornado until it turned aside. In her presence, men and storms alike find themselves wanting.