<em>No one knows where The Swarm first came from; only that the arrival of the first Tentacle Monster 20 years ago changed the world of Eam forever. The monsters were vicious, and unlike any threat the land had previously faced. Entire towns of people on the border of the Queendom disappeared, only rubble and pools of sticky liquid left behind.<br/><br/>To respond to the new threat Idahlia, the Queen of Eam, created a royal organization of heroines to protect the citizenry. These heroines would come to be known as The Boobknights, the first line of defense against encroaching evil. The first Boobknights traveled the land with Idhalia, setting up holy shrines and sanctifying them with the queen's divine magic to keep the monsters at bey.<br/><br/>For years, this was enough. Unfortunately, with time the magic faded and the Queendom is once more in peril. The Monsters have begun encroaching on settled lands, capturing women to use as breeding vessels to bolster their inexhaustible army. Meanwhile, women disillusioned with the leadership of the Crown have deserted, choosing instead to embrace dark eldritch powers forbidden under royal law.<br/><br/>Now a new group of young women is about to set out on a journey to restore peace and order to the embattled land of Eam...</em><br/><br/><strong>New Lolo City<br/>Outskirts<br/>Northern Road<br/>Evening</strong><br/><br/>The road to New Lolo City was long. It was also bumpy, dusty, poorly maintained, unnecessarily windy, broken up by the roots of encroaching trees, and a whole host of other unpleasantries, but at the exact moment the main thing bothering Naralia was that it was just too long. She sighed as her horses whinnied softly, straining under the weight of the small wooden stage coach.<br/><br/>Naralia had known going into the trip that it would be a long one, almost 48 hours of driving broken up only by a few short rests a day and three sleep-scarce nights out in the wild. At least the pay was good, if nothing else. "Just a little further, darlings," she whispered to her equine friends as they strained against their harnesses, struggling to pull a stuck wheel over a gnarled root from an inconsiderate tree.<br/><br/>With a loud snap the wheel popped over the root, or maybe the root broke. Naralia couldn't be sure with what little light they still had, but either way it violently shook the vehicle. Naralia turned her head back to face the stage coach and looked through the small window into the cabin. "You alright in there, honey?" She asked, loud enough that she was hopeful she could be heard over the din of creaking wheels and hoof beats. "We should be coming up on the outpost any minute now. Assuming I remember how to read a map, it's just over the next hill."