Rainoga

Tucked against the crumbling edges of the Outer City and nestled near the Basilisk Gate, Whitkeep is a haven for the inventive, the eccentric, and the fiercely idealistic. Once a modest neighborhood of gnome-run tinsmith workshops and narrow alleys, Whitkeep evolved over time into a hotbed of creative dissent. Its heart is the Whitkeep Hostel, a rambling old manor turned communal living space and salon for radical thinkers, artists, and tinkerers. Here, amid tin cuttings and revolutionary slogans, the ideas of social reform, art-for-the-people, and communal craftsmanship flourish. The neighborhood retains strong gnomish roots—many still ply their trade as smiths and artisans, crafting clever devices and protest broadsheets in equal measure. Figures like the firebrand Pernilla “Prole” Cabrenock and experimental bard Ardryn Deagle gave Whitkeep its voice and its bite, fostering an environment where invention and insurrection walk hand in hand.

Whitkeep is a patchwork of smoke-stained stone walls and slanted red-tile roofs, the air tinged with solder and paint. Narrow lanes twist through clusters of crooked gnome-sized buildings adorned with wind-chimes, murals, and patched banners fluttering with slogans. Ramshackle scaffolds, rooftop gardens, and clinking mobiles give the district a chaotic but vibrant verticality. The mood here is restless, humming with creation and quiet defiance.