At the edge of the Wargrounds where reality frays, banners rot in acid rain, and ideals are tested harder than steel there marches a warband that refuses to take the world seriously while insisting it must be better: The Guardians.
Led by the notorious and mischievous Peppermint, as she calls herself, the Guardians largely composed of elves and other long-lived non-humans from the forests and border enclaves who brave the Wargrounds to interfere.
Where Imperial expeditions seek relics, the Guardians steal maps, burn supply manifests and leave behind pamphlets mocking bureaucracy. Where rival warbands fight for dominance, the Guardians protest the battle itself... sometimes mid-combat. To outsiders, they appear unserious: loud, irreverent, and bizarrely concerned with things like waste, responsibility, and who gets to decide the fate of the world.
Yet beneath the jokes and demonstrations lies sharp intent. They know the Wargrounds was born from unchecked power, and they treat it as both battlefield and lesson: weaponising disruption, satire, and calculated chaos to undermine empires, frustrate tyrants, and remind everyone that even in a land of madness, authority should never go unquestioned.