Wardens of the Wasteland

In a fit of madness, mankind ended the world.

But not all perished in the hell that mankind unleashed. Some animals and people unluckily survived. Over the years, their descendants tried to eke out a living in the vast wasteland. In this brutal landscape only the fittest survived. You became predator, or you became the prey.

However, some of us refused to degenerate to such levels. We banded together, tried to help each other, and began to form settlements scattered throughout the land. This attracted the attention of human predators - gangs of robbers and murderers who had no qualms about taking from others. They attacked travelers between the settlements and raided the weakest villages. We realized that we needed a band of warriors who would defend the settlements and protect the people.

And thus the Wardens of the Wasteland were born.

OOC Notes

• Soon our park will begin experiments with an Amtgard variant called Amtpocalypse. It is Amtgard in a post-apocalyptic setting, adding nerf guns to the weapons mix. I'm already thinking about lore for this new setting.

The Jungle of Tloth

Lying in the far south of Ember Shoals is the jungle of Tloth, a steamy expanse of dense foliage and strange creatures.

Tloth is the home of two sentient species, who have been battling for control of the jungle for generations. Then, mysteriously, both races seemed to disappear from Tloth.

Me'owtzlan

Most well known of the two sentient races are the Me'owtzlan, or cat-people.

Maakan

The Maakan are the bitter rivals of the Me'owtzlan. They are snake-like beings with arms like a human.

The Battle of the Zcrat Xeen Pozt
The Me'owtzlan reappeared when the Benevolent Antiquities Lodge (BAL) began excavating Me'owtzlan sacred sites, including the obelisk known as the Zcrat Xeen Pozt. Since then, they have been rebuilding their civilization.

The Maakan, however, remained in the shadows. Until one day . . .

The Me'owtzlan priests were at the Zcrat Xeen Pozt, preparing for the Midsummer celebrations. Suddenly, out of the jungle slithered a band of Maakan. They attacked the priests and put them to the sword. The survivors fled into the jungle, calling for help. A squad of Me'owtzlan warriors rushed to their aid.

One of the priests pleaded, "Do not let them defile the sacred Pozt!"

The warriors advanced into the clearing and engaged the Maakan. Alas, they were no match for the Maakan's poison. Soon they retreated from the site. The Maakan leader slithered up the Pozt. As it coiled its body around the obelisk, it lifted its head and jeered at the retreating Me'owtzlan.

"The jungle isss oursss, kittensss!"