Ages ago, the Feywild was scorched over by the explosion of a dying sun. All that raw arcane energy changed the world into a wasteland of untamed magic. It ain't easy to make a life there, but some folk don't have no other choice.
But wherever there are hardworking folks eking out a living, you'll find other, nastier folks looking to steal that living away for themselves. When push comes to shove, the little guy loses all he has, and the shifting sea of sands will swallow him up right quick, lest he can fight back.
That's where we come in. We're no heroes. Just wanderers trying to survive like everyone else. We ain't trying to win us no fortune or fame; we're just trying to do right by our fellow gnome.
It's a good thing we've got these here snake-guns. It seems like things are about to get rowdy...