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"The night's barely begun! Who would like to hear another story?" The traveling Jesk said.

"Oh, Mr. Curious. I still don't know your name... Could you care to tell me?" The Jesk asked.

"You like being called Mr. Curious? Okay. Well, what story did you want to hear?" The Jesk inquired.

"The story of where all the swamps went? Ah, yes, I did say that little detail in my last retelling, didn't I?" The Jesk replied.

"HEY! GET ON WITH THE STORY!" One of the rude onlookers shouted.

"Alright, alright."

"You all know full well the story of the witch.

However, did you know that there used to be many of her kind?

Beings of magic and curses, who had enchanted weapons and skills

Well, there was a way to become one of these people...

You would have to capture a god."

Everyone in the room gasped.

"But... Gods are the most dangerous beasts in the world! They even live in the Cursed Lands!" How in the world would you capture one?" A confused onlooker remarked.

"These beings, known as the Cursed, all had a peculiar tattoo on their arm, sometimes going through their entire body." The Jesk continued,

"And the new King needed an assassin.

Someone came, and at that time, people didn't know of the Cursed and their tattoos.

So this assassin came, a wyrm on his arm, and accepted the request to slay the witch.

Every time he couldn't find the witch in a swamp,

He would look down into the murky waters...

and let his tattoo be free.

Swamps on fire, deserts after the wyrm was through with them, he ravaged.

One day, there was only 1 swamp left in the entire world. There, he and the witch fought.

Curses flying through the air, a wyrm and a giant beast fought above.

In the end, the holder of the wyrm lost,

and some say,

If you look down into the murky waters of the swamp, you can still see a man staring up at you, trapped, with a wyrm flying high above.

And that, my dear friends, is why you never mess with the Witch of the Swamp..."