the Walled Moons Wilders

Who are the Wilders?

In the Underdark City of the One Prince, the One Prince is the supreme leader of its people, and has been for centuries, perhaps millennia.
The City has slowly extended its reaches over the dangerous expanse of the Wastes surrounding it.

Under the Dome, life is relatively safe within the walled city, bathed in the light of the Prince's Sun that rises every morning in the east from above the Prince's Palace and Gardens.

To venture outside the City's walls is to find yourself prey to countless horrors, teeming in the near darkness of the Wastes.
The only creatures who venture into the Wastes are intrepid teams of Retrievers whose specialty it to retrieve precious resources such as wood and metal from the ruins of the Old Cities littering the landscape.
It is a dangerous and often lethal profession but one that can be very lucrative.

The only other people to venture into the Wastes are the ones who are forced to do so by the Prince's Shield.
The Shield is the armed faction of the City and the Prince's lawkeepers. There is only one prison in the City and lucky are those who are sentenced to spend time in it.
Major crimes are punished in a more simple and efficent manner: exile.
The sentenced criminals or offenders are brought by the Knights of the Shield to a City gate of their choosing and asked to walk away into the Wastes, never to return.

Retrievers usually find the exiled dead by the city walls after a week or so - mauled by some of the Eldricht nightmares haunting the Wastes.
If paid well, Retrievers might even be able to bring the exile's body back to his or her family for a decent burial.

However, some of the exiled are never found and Retrievers have often seen, mostly in the distance, humanoid figures scuttling along ancient, crumbled walls amidst long lost streets: these creatures they call Wilders.

Many have questioned the origin of the shadowy people populating parts of the Wastes, and have wondered how they are able to survive in such a hostile environment.
Are the Wilders the descendants of the people who used to live in the splendid white marble cities now in lying in ruins throughout the Wastes?
Or are they colonies of exiles who over the centuries have been able to form their own settlement despite the odds stacked againt them?

No one knows for sure as there has been very few contacts with the Wilders over the years or very few recorded accounts of such encounters made public.

Where do they live?

Most of the Wilders have been seen and encountered in an are of the Wastes called the Lower Wasteland - hundreds miles of often flattened rubbles, shimmering softly in the red horizon of the Firelands.

Situated in the southwestern part of the Dome, the Lower Wastelands culminate in an impressive dark mass of high hills and at their feet, the newly discovered Lake Blight.
The Lower Wastelands are entered when passing through the Lower Towers.
The towers can be found at the end of a ramshackle and sombre district called Dumb Ward, and there beyond the towers in the shadows of the Prince's Sun is a large labyrinthine shamble of ruined building and streets contained in two huge half-moon walled circles. 

The Walled Moons is a well-known zone for Retrievers to ply their trade and is one of the most tamed area of the Wastelands.
The Knights of the Prince's Shield have been conducting preparatory expeditions into the wasteland in this area. It has been rumoured that the City could be expanding its border and walls very soon within the Walled Moons. 

However, this is where Wilder's communities have been spotted and campfires have even been seen in th dead of night in some of the buidings.

What do we know about the Wilders?

Rumours hint that Retriever's teams have more contact with the Wilders that they let know. The fact that Retrievers are able to survive their foraging into the Wastelands and survive is nothing short of a small miracle.  There are stories of Retrievers being helped out of difficult situations by bands or roving Wilders. They speak of sometimes mutated, but intelligent beings, speaking not only in common but in a strange guttural language who often steals the booty from their raid. The other distinctive trait is the extensive tattoos on their arms and legs - always with the recurring motif of a thorny rose.