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The southern jungles quickly give way to savanna the further north one travels in Amocuallan, until becoming arid plains at the extreme edges of the region. Scattered throughout the savanna are stands of broad-trunked black trees, their deep blue leaves weeping thick sap almost constantly. These trees, known as Iceheart trees by the inhabitants, are the source of the regions unique ngath philungf, and are the focal point around which settlements are established. While there is very little in the way of flowing water, there are numerous watering holes and oases dotting the plains, the largest of which serve as the permanent homes for the region's frightful turtles.
Termed the Cuallan by Tzaltec explorers, the people of Amocuallan have been forever changed by their constant exposure to the ngath philungf and the Iceheart trees that spawn it. Their skin is universally shades of grey, ranging from slate to absolute black. While their general shape is human, they stand almost six and a half feet tall on average, and have parallel lines of stubby horns growing from above their eyebrows that continue to the midpoint of their heads. The eyes of the Cuallan are universally icy blue, in both iris and sclera, while their hair is most commonly shock white. Despite this fearsome appearance, however, Cuallan society is little different from other human tribes in the region, though physical violence is a more common means of resolving disputes.
The Iceheart trees of Amocuallan constantly produce ngath philungf, a potent painkiller that possesses other properties. Areas treated with ngath philungf are rendered totally numb, allowing even the most extreme of medical procedures without causing any discomfort. However, when ingested this anesthetic potency is diluted throughout the whole body, making ngath philungf a potent narcotic.
In addition, Amocuallan is notable for its roaring turtles, massive shelled beasts the size of rhinoceroses. Fiercely territorial, they take their name from their warning cries, bellowing screeches that carry across the empty plains. Despite their aggression, the Cuallan have managed to domesticate a number of them, using them as draft animals and, rarely, as beasts of war.