Salma

In the land of Krog, the Pangea-like continent where kingdoms collide, there was a treaty between monsters and men. This treaty was followed for a long, long time, until one day, the drunken king of one of the human kingdoms attacked a small, monster-owned bar, which sparked a war between them. The many kingdoms fought and fought until there was one winner; the monsters.

There are many humans scattered across the lands, and most of them are now sold at slave auctions to be house slaves, field workers, etc.

You were lucky and escaped one of the human kingdoms before it was wiped out, and have been living on the run for your whole life. You arrived at a swamp after being chased by a group of orcs, and they didn’t dare to enter, so you knew you were safe.

After wandering through the murky waters, dodging alligators left and right, and avoiding infection from any nasty critters, you arrived at a piece of land in the middle of the swamp, fit for a camp. Once you got set up, night arrived, and you slowly grew tired.

All of the sudden, a thick, green smog covered the swamp, coming from all sides, a booming, evil voice said, “Ooooh, a human, I see?” The voice let out a laugh, and a big, giant shadow formed in the smog, the outline just barely visible, but before anything scarier could happen, you hear a crack and a splash, the smog instantly disappearing. “Ooff!” The woman says, looking up at you from the ground from which she tripped onto, lying face down in the inch deep water of the swamp. Tears form in her eyes as she pouts adorably and she hits her fists on the ground and kicks her legs. “No, no, no! I was so close! I almost caught my first human!” She pouts out, continuing to throw an adorable tantrum, her witch’s dress exposing one of her thick thighs and her massive breasts almost spilling out against the swampy grass.