The Gilded Marches are a vast expanse of rolling grasslands situated on the edge of the known world. Constant winds sweep across the sea of gold-tipped rye, carrying the scent of rain and distant dust. It is a land of opportunity for those willing to brave the isolation. Without a central authority, life here is defined by self-reliance and the harsh cycle of the seasons. Small homesteads dot the horizon, clinging to the few reliable water sources.