Swamped

I was on the run and pretty wasted when it happened. It was like, a sudden wave of homesickness for a place I'd never been. It helped that I didn't have much of a home to start with. The call gave me some direction. I just knew I had to go to the swamp.

You ever dream of your mother? Like from when you were an infant. She'd cradle you and sing you to sleep, of course you don't remember it, and you can't really process the words, but it's comforting nonetheless. The call is like that, a forgotten lullaby.

Lots of folks who hear the call join the Bogknights because they've heard terrible things about the Marshguards. Me, well my self-esteem wasn't so great. I figured I deserved to be among the rejects of the world, as long as I could get some booze. Though, I'm glad I ended up here. Oddly enough, with the most unlikely and unlikeable people, we've managed to build a family.

One more thing about the call though, it never really goes away. It's kind of a part of you. If you ignore it, it can drive you mad.