Old Wooden Path.

You decide to keep your feet dry and use the old wooden path to get deeper inside the swamp. The path is lifted just above the gunk below by wood poles and legs like a dock or bridge. The wood of the walkway is old and worn, parts covered in foaming bubbles from the swamp water or violent mold overtaking planks to eat away at them. The trees above let vines and lengths of Spanish moss hang to obscure the next stretch. As you walk forward, you sometimes pass strange poles and carved totems covered with, what you hope is, red paint. They are stuck in the water next to the path with tree branches, feathers, hides, and even bones hanging from them in a meticulous manor, as if to depict something or maybe communicate. This is obviously made by the natives.

Natives are the wild men and women who have been afflicted by a odd brain root from living in the CessPonds. They go completely animalistic and will act on impulse or urge and follow primal instincts. They often attack settlements and unprotected villages for food, supplies, or even just women to **** and increase their numbers. They have a very limited intellect, enough to build tools and shelter but not enough to defy common urges and see reason. They are

Brain Root itself is a disease for which there is no cure. Some mages and doctors believe it to be caused by prolonged exposure to the fumes of the swamp, but no one really knows what actually causes it. They do know that those effected turn to savages, losing almost all of their intelligence and momery to it as it eats away at the host's mind, leaving them as primal and as brainless as the early man with an insatiable need for sex. This is in combination with the basic edge and the disease. While the absolute source of Brain Root is a mystery, it is know that it can be contracted through sex with those infected with it, and the effects from it being transmitted this way are extraordinarily faster, sometimes even instantaneous.

You hear chanting and moaning ahead as you come to a large platform connected to a patch of land. A group of natives have set up a small camp ahead. There are about five tents made of sticks, cloths, and various hides. Three lit poles light the camp, showing you just what they're doing. You see two male natives and a female native, along with five random women tied up, blindfolded, and gagged with old rags and ropes. Two are being pounded from behind by the men while one is being toyed with by the woman. They are moaning, but you can barely make out in their gagged gargles that they are trying to plead for them to stop and cry for help. Their cries are met with only an increase in speed as they cum inside their pussies. They are dressed in tattered cloths and makeshift hide armors along with animal masks made of wood and vines.

You have yet to be seen by them. You might be able to sneak around them, but you don't feel good about leaving those women. Or, you could attack them while their busy, but it would be three against one, without factoring in the native women who might help them. They look stronger than most men and women and could overpower you if you are met with more than one at a given moment.