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Nomads in The Mwangi

"The past does not stay buried. It waits. Watching. Owed."

The Mwangi Expanse is vast — a living mosaic of ancient cities swallowed by root and vine, tribes who speak in dreams, spirits that remember your ancestors better than you do. It is a place where truth is alive, and time is not a straight road, but a spiral you must learn to walk again and again.

You are not wanderers by chance. You are members of a nomadic order — chosen, tested, and marked by a greater purpose than survival alone.
Before the story begins, you will choose which of the three great traveling factions you belong to. This is no light decision — for your lives, your tools, and your truths will all be shaped by the philosophy you serve.


Once chosen, you will travel together as members of that faction, sharing its burdens and navigating its internal conflicts. You will speak its oaths. You will wear its marks. You will be sent into ruins, across warzones, and into the places the world wants to forget, because someone must remember — or decide what should be forgotten.

Time itself will be a character in this story. You may uncover ancient debts still echoing through bloodlines, or find yourselves caught between future calamities and past sins long ignored. Magic will bend around stories, oaths, and memory — and so will your fate.

This is a world where a broken promise can shatter a city, and a well-told lie can save a people.

So choose your path. Choose your faction.
The caravan waits, and the past is already watching.

The Sable Loom

Weavers of memory, protectors of culture, and secret-brokers of forgotten truths.
They preserve art, language, and history — sometimes at the cost of reality itself.

The Black Tally

Oathbinders, debt-keepers, and enforcers of consequence.
They believe promises shape the world, and that all things — even mercy — must be paid for.

The Umbral Reaches

Silent guardians of survival, memory, and hidden legacies.
They vanish before the blade falls and reappear where history must be protected from itself.