The digital specter nodded it’s head,<strong>“Noted, good luck contestant.” </strong>Then Tialyn turned, looking at the door as the timer above it ticked down the last few seconds and then swung open revealing a swirling white fog.  She could feel her heart racing as she stepped through the archway into the fog.  Then gasped as her feet did not find solid ground on the other side.<br/><br/>A sharp gasp and cry escaped her lips as she pitched forwards.  The edge of the doorway was on the same level as the surface of the water that had been beyond it, and Tialyn stepped out blindly through the fog, her foot coming down not onto solid ground but algae covered swamps.  She pitched forwards, her hands flying out before her as she fell into the swamp.  Submursing under the shallow swamp water, her hands found soft sucking mud and she spluttered and floundered to raise herself out of the water.  Thankfully the water wasn’t very deep, only a foot, with a good six inches of sucking mud beneath the water that she sank into.<br/><br/>But she got her bearings and was able to stand up, now soaking wet and covered in slick green algae that she could feel running down the inside of her leather armor, filling her leather boots, and plastering her blonde locks to her neck.  It was only after she stopped thinking about drowning in the mud that she had her first chance to experience the world.  Everywhere around her, the sounds of swamp life resounded, insects, frogs, birds, hundreds of sounds in this somewhat fetid swamp.  The smell too, a wet, peaty, almost sweet smell of rot and vegetation, it filled her nose.  Her eyes scanned her immediate surroundings, and for a moment she was completely taken aback.  No NNVR game had ever had this level of realism or depth.  There were no cartoony graphics, there were no pixels, no vertices, no CGI.  For all the experience that Callie had playing these types of games, this was completely different.  This was… this was like real life.<br/><br/>A small voice in her head sounded, and it was her voice, she realized it was her ‘memory’ but not her memory.  It was a memory, or a knowledge, that she, her character, Tialyn had.  It was something that Tialyn knew and was ‘recalling’ as she looked around.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8SqKz67.jpg)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ancient tales speak of an evil pact between the gods planes of Fear and Hate that spawned this murky wetland. In homage and pride of this legend, the trolls who have inhabited these swamplands for eras have named this dank region Innul.  Spiraling upward like the twisted, gnarly fingers of Innus himself, willows and other dreary swampland trees are generously scattered across the terrain. A thick layer of brown and emerald, mossy slime blankets the earthen shores and the trunks of the swampland behemoths. Several mounds of damp, moldy earth rise up from the shallow waters, carving a chaotic and awkward path of solid ground.<br/><br/>Innul Swamp is the ancient home of the Trolls. Dank and soggy, it's the perfect place for the Trolls to call home. Located in the very southern edge of Onica, the world’s main continent.  Innul Swamp lies south of the Desert of Ro and east of  Errott Jungle, which is the home of the Ogres. <br/><br/>For young and experienced travelers alike, Innul Swamp can be a deadly place due to its many aggressive monsters, many of whom travel in packs. Add to this the generally low population of intelligent humanoids here, and it's remarkable easy to find oneself swarmed with little notice.<br/>Another danger in Innul is the swamp itself. Unless you are a very good swimmer, you never want to find yourself trapped by deep water. Most of the creatures in the swamp are VERY good swimmers, making fleeing even more hazardous if swimming is required.  There is also the sunken city / cavern complex known as Guk, home to the monstrous humanoid frog men.  While the frogmen are not evil by nature, they are rather xenophobic, and are prone to try to capture and enslave anyone they meet, rather then converse.  The exception being for their hated enemies, the trolls, who they attack on sight and relentlessly.<br/><br/>Of course, the largest danger in the swamp are the trolls themselves.  Large creatures with great strength, long lanky limbs, wicked tusks, and the ability to regenerate wounds at an astounding rate, these tusked creatures are unabashedly evil, sating their own desires and hungers without consequence.  It is said that of all the humanoids, they prefer the taste of elf flesh second only to that of halflings.  Further rumors state that they always prefer to ‘tenderize’ any meal before consuming it raw and sometimes still alive, often in lewd sexual assaults.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tialyn felt her body shudder as that memory rolled through her, and it wasn’t from being wet.  In fact if anything the swamp was almost steamingly warm.  Her elven memory gave her the vague sense that she was in an area that was going to be fraught with danger.  The nearest major city was far to the north, across the desert of ro, in the human city of Freehold.  Every other direction lay danger, and potentially opportunity.  It was said that some people could reason with the frogmen, but she knew that the ogres to the west and the trolls that inhabited this region would be completely aggressive to her.<br/><br/>From somewhere far too close for her liking, she heard the sudden sound of thrashing in the swampy water, then silence for a moment before the normal swamp noises resumed.  Oh, and of course there were alligators in the swamp.  Because trolls, frogmen, and bog zombies weren’t bad enough.  Algae slick slime water dripped down her skin, caressing her curves in a lewd and filthy touch, and she was intimately aware that she was not wearing any panties as the thought occurred to her that anyone could be watching her right now and she’d never know.<br/>