"You came in here in search of treasure. But you shall leave as something greater, as a part of our glorious mass."
In the swamps between the great desert and the dragons tooth range, which separates the north from the south lies an old, and some would call, diminutive kingdom. A place which has long ago fallen to ruin, but many of its inhabitants still live there. Its known that the high priest of this kingdom, Falkri, allowed a curse to befall upon the realm. A curse, which slowly ate away at the people and eventually reduced them all to an eldritch mass of slime. Even today, they still live there, in that kingdom eaten by the swamp. A kingdom forever in ruin, but whose high priest still accumulates new residents to its desolate streets.