Faction Teams

Church of Hope

Team Name: The Ember Saints

“We bring the light—and we carry the burn.”
A team that plays with disciplined formation and spiritual fervor. Their gloves are often blessed, or at least rumored to be.

The Doctors

Team Name: The Sterile Burn

“We play to scar… then stitch it up.”
Cold, calculating players with precise throws. Their gear is pristine, their tactics surgical.

The Engineers

Team Name: The Forge Rats

“Built to handle the heat.”
Masters of improvised equipment, they often come in with superior tongs, defensive formations, and clever plays.

The Farmers’ Guild

Team Name: Ash Threshers

“We reap what burns.”
Rugged and relentless. They use heavy-duty gloves made from feed sacks and old tractor belts, and favor brute strength.

The Scribes

Team Name: The Inkblot Burners

“We write the playbook—and torch the page.”
Underestimated until it’s too late. They approach the game like a strategy puzzle, often turning plays with surprising finesse.

The Solstice Syndicate

Team Name: The Smolderbacks

“We don’t drop the heat—we become it.”
Fearless and flashy, they take risks and play dirty. Custom gloves, flaming entrances, and crowd-pleasing dives are their norm.

Town Watch

Team Name: The Barrel Guard

“Protect the barrel. Protect the people.”
Defensive, honor-bound players. Their tactic is to wear down the opponent with patience and punishing counterplays.

Independent Teams

The Scorch Rats

“We don’t play pretty. We play hot.”
A street-born team of orphans, scrappers, and former pickpockets. Fast, unpredictable, and prone to stealing the core when nobody’s looking.

Charfall Union

“No gloves. No fear.”
A brutal team that barely uses gear, relying on sheer pain tolerance and intimidation. Playing against them feels more like surviving than competing.

The Barrel Jumpers

“Over the flames or through ’em.”
Nomads and traders who picked up the game on the road. Known for reckless leaps, wild passes, and explosive plays.

Team No Witnesses

“If you saw it, no you didn’t.”
A mysterious, masked team with unclear origins. Nobody’s sure where they train—or who sponsors them. Silent. Efficient. Scary.

The Pit Cinders

“We rose from the ashes. Now we own the fire.”
Formed by those who survived some of Camp Hope’s worst disasters—collapse zones, burnouts, reactor breaches. Every player is scarred, and every play is personal.

Patchfire Collective

“Stitched up. Fired up.”
Tailors, tinkerers, and rogue artisans who’ve built bizarre but effective gear. They play clever, confuse opponents, and often win with absurd trick shots.

The Coilers

“Strike fast. Burn hard.”
Tactically precise and highly coordinated, this team is usually ex-syndicate or military—emphasizing formation plays, sudden strikes, and feints.