Even More Story So Far
On this day, Krakrox -- that is to say, you -- journeyed south along the coast from Seaside Village, intent on exploring an ancient ruin that stood at the jungle's border, on a rocky outcropping at the edge of the ocean. A strange and terrible plague had been afflicting the local Pork Elf tribes; the symptoms were observed to be prolonged and painful muscle spasms and fits of coughing, followed by the liquification of the victim's entire body into nothing more than a puddle of black slime. This was invariably fatal.
Seaside Village had not yet been affected by the disease, perhaps due to the Pork Elves' secretive ways and disinterest in trade or diplomacy, but it was surely only a matter of time. Rumor had it that an ancient ruin that stood at the jungle's border, on a rocky outcropping at the edge of the ocean, had recently been the site of activity of strange men in black hooded robes. The city was all that remained of a long-vanished earlier civilization, of which the Pork Elves refused to speak; it would make an excellent base of operations for any evil cult that might recently have formed, Krakrox reasoned. For cultists to appear in the jungle at the same time as the outbreak of the plague was surely no coincidence, and the barbarian resolved to find out what was going on, and to put a stop to it.