Setting
A vast swath of untamed wilderness, inhabited by many a proud beast unbowed by the yoke of training.
To enter here unprepared is to invite death.
To enter here unprepared is to invite death.
History & Occurrences
- A Reclaimed Research Facility exists here, somewhere
- Every now and then, one might see the tracks of a small vehicle, or motorcycle
- Beast droppings, and lots of them
Xamoyos Wilds
A vast swath of untamed wilderness, inhabited by many a proud beast unbowed by the yoke of training. To enter here unprepared is to invite death.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
Xamoyos Wilds is a part of 
Xamoyos.
8 Places in Xamoyos Wilds:
3 Characters Here
Diana Eszes [10] A huntress vixen striving to survive as she explores the world.
Basalah [8] An interloper from another plane resembling a medium-sized mammal, somewhat reminescent of an earth Raccoon but with the physical and mental capabilities reminescent of a hominid
Gromp Fungona [8] Gnome with a Gun. Short, usually dressed in a form of camouflage. Red hat for formal occasions only. It itches.
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She flinched as he yelled something and pointed his weapon on her, and she found herself looking down its barrel. She had no idea what it did, just that she was on the bad end of it. It took a moment for her body to connect to her brain and she fell back, wide-eyed. Pathetic, Expecting mercy from a stranger when her own didn't have any.
But then nothing.
Despite clear frustration the little man relents, chastising her lack of tact. After gathering herself she stood back up. She observed him, his attention shifting from her to his construct. As tensions dropped she began to gather the berries scattered about.
"U-um?" she utters, holding them out in cupped hands.
But then nothing.
Despite clear frustration the little man relents, chastising her lack of tact. After gathering herself she stood back up. She observed him, his attention shifting from her to his construct. As tensions dropped she began to gather the berries scattered about.
"U-um?" she utters, holding them out in cupped hands.
Ah, shit, Gromp holstered his gun with a sideways mouth and a hard look at the raccoon-looking creature before him. They were about the same size, which wasn't too unusual. Gromp knew his kind was considered small to apparently most every other sapient thing out there.
"Thank," the gnome took a waddle forward and held open a satchel attached to his hip, "Throw 'em in, eh?"
Gromp tried to smile at the berry-helper. It didn't come across as much more than a grimace. It was the thought that counted, right?
"Thank," the gnome took a waddle forward and held open a satchel attached to his hip, "Throw 'em in, eh?"
Gromp tried to smile at the berry-helper. It didn't come across as much more than a grimace. It was the thought that counted, right?
She watched intentively as he holstered his weapon, a relief certainly, but also taking note of how he handled it. She had no idea what it did, but now she had a good idea how it would be used... not that she looked forward to it.
He seemed to trust her at this point, enough to waddle up to her. He certainly seemed lacking in mobility, maybe why he needed that wheeled construct? He reminded her of an elder, and as they say about elders, she wasn't about to disrespect. She did wonder why he would want these suspect berries, but reached out and carefully poured them into the satchel.
"W-welcome," she stuttered, gripping at her scarf. She wasn't sure if showing too much intellect was safe.
He seemed to trust her at this point, enough to waddle up to her. He certainly seemed lacking in mobility, maybe why he needed that wheeled construct? He reminded her of an elder, and as they say about elders, she wasn't about to disrespect. She did wonder why he would want these suspect berries, but reached out and carefully poured them into the satchel.
"W-welcome," she stuttered, gripping at her scarf. She wasn't sure if showing too much intellect was safe.