For there is no honour amongst 'Fibs. |
“It’s a hardscrabble existence down here in Swamp
City... hell; it’s hard on us ‘Fibs that have to live here, what you think we’ll
do to you? Huh? A tourist? It doesn’t work like that, you either play, or get
played. Man, your ass is just so much swamp fodder, take my word for it, human... either gamble, get laid, or get lost. If you don’t? You’d better just stay the
hell away.”
Some ‘Fib.
Swamp City.
If you want to get
high, or send someone low, then this
is the place for you. It rose out of the stinking morass of mud, and rot, like
a bloated corpse a little over ten years ago. There was a need for it you see. Gambling,
drinking, fornication, everything deemed fun
is against the law in nearby Silverton. So, a young and enterprising ‘Fib, who
called himself the Toad, got a few derelict boats, lashed them together, and
started selling jugs of Moon Juice and dealing a few hands of cards on the side.
Word of mouth did the rest. A few choice kick-backs to the pious of Silverton
guaranteed a blind eye to all his endeavours, just as long as he kept the
action south of the Pads, and squarely in the bayou.
Swamp City |
Now, ten full years
later, Swamp City boasts three Casinos, over twenty drinking establishments,
taverns, hostelries, night markets, bazaars, and more than a bushel of
bordellos. Toad has built himself a mansion at the heart of his creation, and
called it Toad Hall. He is the Kingpin of Swamp City, and nothing happens here
without his command. He controls Swamp City with an iron fist and a gang of
hardnosed amphibians called the ‘Fibs. He keeps them around to do the heavy
lifting and the policing of his establishments. For his more, shall we say, specialist work, he’s employed One-Eyed
Bill, the belligerent battle badger who is his bodyguard, and chief debt
collector.
Badger, out cracking heads and collecting debts |
Where badger might
fail in his heavy handed negotiations, Toad lets Ratty take over, and if you
see him coming, then you know it’s too late. He’ll take the money, and your
life, then feed your corpse to the Alligators. He favours a slick, razor-sharp
stiletto for his wet work. Silent and deadly is old Ratty, and he’s no slouch
when it comes to picking locks either.
Then there is the
one they call, Mole. A practitioner of the Dark Arts, he acts as council to Mr
Toad. Wise, often silent, he gives his keen insight into the day-to-day running
of Toads Empire. He keeps a string of dried human ears around his neck and
dines on the flesh of the dead. Warped, twisted, and dangerous. A powerful sorcerer
who cavorts and converses with demons, not many people have ever tangled with
the Mole and lived to tell the tale. He uses human skin for his spell books,
more supple, and holds the ink better he says.
Toad, holding forth in the morning. |
Oddities and Rarities
The Flesh Farms.
On the outskirts of
Swamp City, and hidden deep within the greenery of the Pads, lies the Mole’s
Flesh Farms. It’s here that he grows flesh, limbs, and organs in arcane vats of
bubbling bile. He caters to Necromancers, local hostelries, and anyone who is
in the market for black market bodies. If you plan on dining in Swamp City, it’s
best not to ask where the chef gets his meat from.
Toad, holding forth in the evening. |
The Floating
Palace
Run by one of the
Toad’s henchmen, known simply as the Caterpillar, the Palace is the largest
consumer of Lotus, Dream-Weed, and M’Eth in all the seven Kingdoms. Room upon
room of bedraggled smokers, spikers, plungers and sniffers, all nodding off or
racing around as manic as rabid monkeys. Those that chase their dreams a little
too closely, the ones that slip over the edge, are merely thrown overboard to
let the wildlife dispose of the remains.
The Poppy Fields
Why buy, when you
can grow your own supply? That’s what Toad came up with one sunny morning as he
was messing around in a boat. So that’s what he’s done. Toad has cleared entire
acres of bayou in order to grow his own steady supply of narcotics that he
sells to the punters. Heavily guarded by ‘Fibs, both night and day, this is the
most profitable piece of real estate around.
Enemies of the Toad
They are legend.
Ranging from Kings to commoners, and the entire spectrum in-between, Toad is
one hated individual. Why? Because he is rich, arrogant, duplicitous, dangerous,
and a murderer. No longer satisfied with what he has grown in the Swamps, he
wants to extend his reach beyond the bayou, into the Wild Wood, and that, will
start a war between two of the most dangerous gangs the region has ever known:
The Weasels and the ‘Fibs.
The Weasels
Led by Sly, a vicious,
dipsomaniac killer who has a burning desire to take Swamp City for his own. He
will stop at nothing to do so, and has even gone so far as to enlist the aid of
Albert, the Burgermeester of Silverton. He too has grown weary of the Toads amphibious influence. The Weasels run the Wild Wood and have a similar,
yet less lucrative set-up to Swamp City. War between the two gangs is
inevitable.Who will be the victor? No one can say for sure, but if it came to it? My money would be on Toad and his motley crew of 'Fibs and his diabolical henchmen.
This is some seriously good stuff!
ReplyDeleteCheers! I aim to do a few more in order to flesh the City out a bit more.
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