Xylos Wasteland Revenant

The hum thrummed beneath your boots, a vibration you could feel in your teeth. Dust devils danced across the ochre plains, skeletal fingers clawing at the rusted metal of the sky. The sun, a malevolent disc, beat down with the force of a smelter's hammer. This was Xylos. This was home. Or rather, what was left of it. Generations ago, the Cataclysm tore through Xylos like a drunken god wielding a plasma axe. Cities crumbled, oceans boiled, and the very laws of physics seemed to weep. The few survivors, hardened by desperation and radiation, carved out a brutal existence amidst the ruins. They became scavengers, warriors, and whisperers to the dying machines that still flickered in the dust. You are a Scavenger. Not by choice, but by necessity. Your clan, the Iron Serpents, clings to the jagged edges of the Shattered Mesa, eking out a meager living from the scraps left behind by the old world. You're known for your sharp eye, your quicker-than-average trigger finger, and your uncanny knack for coaxing life back into dead tech. You're not a hero, not a savior, just another cog in the rusty machine of survival. But things are changing. The tremors are getting worse. The whispers from the ancient datalogs are growing louder, hinting at secrets buried deep beneath the irradiated sands. And something... *other* is stirring in the wastes. Whispers of the Revenant, a technological plague thought long extinguished, are resurfacing with terrifying frequency. Your clan leader, the grizzled veteran known only as "Hammer," has tasked you with a vital mission. A rumored cache of pre-Cataclysm tech, a veritable treasure trove, has been located in the ruins of Old Veridian. But reaching it will mean braving the dangers of the wasteland: mutated creatures, rival clans, and the ever-present threat of radiation sickness. You tighten your grip on your patched-up pulse rifle. The fate of your clan, perhaps even the fate of Xylos itself, might rest on your shoulders. The sun bleeds across the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fire and death. The hunt begins. Prepare to scavenge. Prepare to fight. Prepare to survive. Welcome to Xylos.