They hopped over the large wooden palisade and trekked through the open grassy planes, littered with tree stumps and random bones.

Small groups of elves split off from their group to pick off the odd encampment they encountered. After twenty minutes of hopping along, the large mass of tents and piles of bones came into view.

The group finally got within view of the village and slowed their pace. The elder elf threw out hand signals which the other elves quickly answered with a flurry of action. Smaller groups fanned out around the settlement, encircling half of it before they were found.

Immediately, a cacophony of sounds erupted from all around the camp. Metal on metal strikes, bow strings twinging, screams, and roars from both sides.

Egosum leaped up the wall and stood overlooking the war. Large green beasts of war stood around the camp, looking for something to fight.

The elves clashed with them all around the camp. The odd archer found perches where they could rain down death on the melee focused enemies.

The floor quickly painted itself with green and red blood. He looked over the carnage with a strange sense of contentment. He felt like he was where he should have always been. There was only one thing missing from it. There was no swamp.

His dao started to leak out from him, turning the leather tent below him moist and rotten. He pulled it back into himself as quickly as possible before it could do any more damage.

He scanned the fighting ahead and found a clear path through to the tent housing the prince. The front of the tent was still guarded by a large orc but stood far enough away to not allow him to be cut off when he saved him.

He watched a pair of orcs leave the tent after a few seconds and join the fighting. The lone tent stood tall and hopefully completely empty save for the prince.

He jumped from a large bone pile ta o tanning leather stand to cooking stilts before getting within range of the tent that housed the prince.

One final large leap sent him flying into the air and landing on the leather top, bouncing him up and down a few times. He let his dao leak out from his body to corrode the material away.

It went from slightly rigid and hard to sagging and melting. After a few more seconds of continued exposure, he felt himself rip through the top of the tent and fall through into the room.

It was dimly lit inside. Candles sat around in various states of usage. The walls had skins from various creatures including elves, humans, and dwarves. It was not the most pleasant of sights to see. No orcs sat inside after the fighting began, leaving him and the prince the only things of note.

He hopped over the downed figure of the prince. The golden individuals before him sat unconscious in the dirt, smeared and smudged with unidentifiable liquids and smelling of questionable things.

He tapped him with his hand repeatedly. The gentle touches did nothing to rouse the abused elf from his sleep. He just moaned lightly and flinched on contact.

He stepped it up a notch with more intense and brutal hits, sending his head flopping to either side of him with each strike.

“Wake….up….you…..stupid elf!” Each word was punctuated with an increasingly hard kit with the last one finally waking him up completely.

“Mistresses, please. I am but a soft and dainty elf. How could I live up to the abuse you dish out? Please, more.” He writhed on the ground with his eyes closed. His naked body was even less appealing to his eyes now that all of his bits flung themselves around.

“Stupid horny elf prince. I am male. I am not a mistress. We are here to save you from your captors now hurry up and make yourself decent.” He stared down at the discharge with open disgust.

The elf before him froze as Egosum began speaking in elvish before slowly opening his eyes and turning to look at who had just spoken. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he looked at the creature that had talked to him.

The small brown figure stumped him. It was an oddly proportioned toad with big black eyes and warty skin that spoke perfect elvish.

“I… um… are you a familiar to someone?” the prince seemed to search his mind for an explanation as to the enigma before him.

“Are you a bitch to someone? Of course I am not a familiar, you dolt. What even is that?” Egosum smacked him again in hopes it would rouse him out of his indecision.

“Well, I never. I am a respectable and honored member of elven society. How dare you?” With all of the dignity of a naked and grim man, the prince turned his head upwards and spoke down to the toad before him.

“I didn’t know respectable and honored members of any society liked to be molested by orcs and covered in whatever that shit is.”

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The prince flinched back with every word, cutting deeper and deeper with each syllable uttered.

“Now, you’re entire fortress mobilized itself to rescue you and you are just wallowing in your own debauchery.”

The elf shivered for a second as he finished speaking. His cheeks blushed and a piece of him stood at attention.

“You are really fucking sick. Do you like being degraded or some shit?” Egosum backed up from the prince and turned his head slightly at the disgusting reaction.

“I don’t know why there are so many talking amphibians around, but they really are good at pushing my buttons.” He squirmed on the ground just like when he was first roused from the deep sleep he was found it.

“Talking amphibians? What do you mean? What did you see? Tell me?!” He jumped onto the downed figured chest and grabbed his head on both sides.

“Oh, you really know how to please a man.”

“You are fucking filthy! Speak! Answer me!” Egosum smacked him back and forth a few times, much to the elf’s pleasure.

“Don’t stop. Hit me harder. Talk down to me!” The prince got more and more heated as the toad rained strikes on him.

The strange creature before him made him halt his information gathering. What could he do to get information out of him?

“Why did you stop? I was almost there.” Egosum cringed at the words but hatched an idea. He raised his hand and prepared to bring it down on the stupid elf only to stop before contact.

“What? Why?!” The prince begged and pleaded for him to continue but the toad refused.

“Answer my questions and then I keep hitting you.” The thought displeased him greatly, but he needed the information. The elf below him breathed in deeply before exhaling in one large breath.

“Fine. There was this weird salamander that the girls brought back earlier that they kept talking about. I wanted to check it out, so they brought it to me in a jar and it looked really pissed about it. It started to hurl swears and curses in common that I had never heard before and the orcs took it away for some soup earlier today.”

Egosum’s heart dropped at the news. His newest lead turned out to be in the stomachs of dozens of orcs, ready to be turned into steaming shit.

‘I guess vengeance is already at hand with the elves here.’

“Fine.” He rapidly smacked the stupid elf dozens of times in a flurry of blows. After a minute of hits, the prince finally raised his hands to signal him to stop the assault.

“You were excellent. Even better than the great mistress of this camp I dare say.” He sucked snot that had been dribbling down his nose back up and looked at him with pleasure. His face was various shades of light brown, purple, and green from all of the busies he had just piled on him.

“Good. Now, let’s get out of here. I will melt a hole in the back of the tent, and we can escape from there.” Egosum started to hop over to the rear and channel his doa. The fear of not containing it in his body could wait for when he wasn’t in the middle of an enemy encampment.

“I’m not leaving.” The prince deadpanned with his rapidly swelling face.

“No. You are. You don’t have a choice.” The toad jumped onto his back sending him forward and scrambling to his feet.

“I’m not going! This is where I want to be!”

“You stupid horny elf and your stupid selfish actions.” He kept bumping into the elf to push he farther into the corner to start the escape.

Loud Urkai screams filled the tent.

“Frog tries to steal our whore? Frog wants to join long frog in soup.” Egosum looked back at the tent’s entrance, already knowing what was about to happen.

A massive green creature stood eight feet tall in the tent, sixteen times Egosum’s height. She wielded a large crude ax and had many small bone knives strapped across her belt.

“Big bitch of the earth. It is too soon for you to be pregnant. Are you bloated from orc rot?” The insults flew out, stunning the orc before him. T

The strange Urkai swears and turn of phrases made it difficult to really add punch to his words, but it seemed to have the intended effects as her knuckles whitened and her top lip curled, showing the brown and rotten teeth common in her people.

“Frog want to rest until end times. I am-” She began to speak only for the toad before her to cut her off mid-speech.

“You are only a cook. Not a drop of warrior blood in you. Your end times will only come old age.” The worst insults he could remember sealed the orc's fate as she stopped talking and rushed to the pair on the opposite end.

Her large stomach wobbled side to side and the ground shook with each step the monster took.

Egosum met her charge with the strongest leap he could muster. His back legs charged up with qi and sent him barreling into her gut.

The toad projectile blasted her off her feet and sent her on her back on the ground, dazed at what just happened to her. Egosum pried himself out of her massive fat stomach and tried to channel his dao to rot her flesh from the bones using his newly discovered ability.

He watched the skin his dao touch shrivel as if it had been sitting in water for hours only to not change anymore. No rotten flesh, no bloated infection, just wet skin.

“Whore-son!” The orc lifted herself off the ground and watched the strange toad fall off of her moist stomach. She lifted her feet and tried to flatten him to the ground, only to slam her foot into the packed dirt.

He leapt back to avoid the hit and prepare for another launch. The hulking green mass rushed forward swinging the ax in circles. Egosum built power up once again and launched himself forward.

In a show of martial prowess, the orc timed a swing to connect with his back but missed the metal head and connected with the wooden shaft. The force was so immense that it sent the ax flying backwards out of her hand and through the leather roof. The toad went slamming into the ground and bouncing along the floor a few times before he stopped.

“Stupid Frog meets the end of his continued combat.” The orc looked proud of herself and started to walk back to her prize that sat in the back of the tent.

“Cook! You couldn’t end my eternal combat if you road a warhog.” Egosum flipped himself over and stared the beast down from behind. His back side had a dent along the entirety of it, but he appeared healthy beyond that.

“Frog should be gone. Splattered. Gleckler frog? Too small but very durable like one. You go into soup stupi-” Egosum launched himself back into the now weaponless orcs sternum, cracking something deep inside it in the process.