High Noon

Akshan

Gunslingers and lawmen ride beneath the merciless sun of the high frontier, chasing survival and salvation in equal measure. Heaven is rubble, hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

At the height of the industrial revolution, travelers begin pouring into the untamed west, searching for fortune and prosperity among the unknown horrors of a cruel and ancient world. It is a time of brave gunslingers and rotten scoundrels, inscrutable gods, and savage demons.

High Noon Gothic

This chroma was released as a bundle exclusive in 2026.

High Noon Akshan (Ruby)

High Noon Akshan (Catseye)

High Noon Akshan (Emerald)

High Noon Akshan (Tanzanite)

High Noon Akshan (Pearl)

High Noon Akshan (Sapphire)

High Noon Akshan (Rose Quartz)

High Noon Akshan (Obsidian)

Behind the altar, the road to Hell yawns open. The grinnin' man says “what's dead should stay dead.” Maybe so, but Akshan didn't come here to ask permission. He came for passage, and nothin' will stop him: not the law, not death, and not some preachin' bounty hunter who claims to own the road. Akshan levels his gun at the grin and thumbs back the hammer.

High Noon Akshan

Yone

The haunted man doesn't breathe, just leans against the hitching post and squints into the frontier dusk—but it ain't him. Not really. The real Yone is shadow and gunsmoke, roiling as it sinks back into the stillness of his corporeal form. “How'd you wind up split like that?” the young Powder Witch asks. Yone sighs, “It's a long story, kid.”

Peacemaker High Noon Yone

Yorick

This chroma was released as a bundle exclusive in 2025.

High Noon Yorick (Ruby)

High Noon Yorick (Emerald)

High Noon Yorick (Sapphire)

High Noon Yorick (Catseye)

High Noon Yorick (Tanzanite)

High Noon Yorick (Turquoise)

High Noon Yorick (Rose Quartz)

High Noon Yorick (Pearl)

Father Yorick can still feel the whisper of his lost love's stifled breath against his neck. He can't forget the blood on her veil, nor the shot that stole her away, ringing in the vault of the church. But fleeing into the heatsick West ain't enough to outrun her ghost. He shoulders her coffin and ambles onward, warm revolvers dancing in his nightmares.