Wasteland Priest

The old world was destroyed, and people built new cities among the ruins. Beyond them stretched an endless wasteland.

Steam, firearms, alchemy: this world has a bizarre tech tree!

Bandit gangs run rampant, conspiracies abound, and catastrophe looms. Armored steam fiends draw their blades and race across the wasteland.

Xinfei, Pan Chi, Inca, Old Turin... Every city hides a secret.

Only by resonating with a [Trait] can you glimpse the mysterious truth!

Calamities roam the land, spreading fear through the cities.

The Bloodfire Declaration, the Oathkeepers, the Sword Armor Society, the Doctrine of Worms... The mighty forces lurking in the shadows will unleash a grand revel on the wasteland’s arena!

Still, someone has to spread hope and love to the world:

Praise the sun, praise the moon, praise the stars, and praise the great blessing of the wasteland.

This is a Victorian tale of steam-powered geese stewing in an iron pot in the wasteland.

Soren: I’m warning you, all I want is to earn money for my sister’s medical treatment. I have no interest in all this romantic nonsense, so don’t throw yourselves at me!