Despite (or maybe because) of their cheesyness and pulpy aesthetic, the wicked frogmen are among my favourite "evil" humanoids. Fighting off a squad of orcs may satisfy my Tolkeinean fantasy needs, but slaying a dozen or so of these weird little buggers skips Tolkien and defaults back to Conan, and that, my friends, is the real deal.
The Arcadian vanguard arrived on the marshy shores of Naq-talya maybe two weeks ago. Looking for the Diamond City their oracles pointed them to, they went straight through the thickest and deepest marshes.
Their first soldier was slain the very first night, his throat cleanly cut. In the days since, they got picked off one or two at a time. Now, when only the final five men remain, a group of a dozen slimy, croaking frogmen jump at them from the trees, obviously not looking to take prisoners.
When the Boggards of the Lastgrasp swamplands meet the knights of the Order of the Willow, tradition demand they smoke a pipe together. Unfortunately, the substance the boggards smoke, while having a mild hallucinogenic and anesthetic on them, brings painful death to most other races - which the swamp-dwelling creatures legitimately didn't know.
With all their seniors dead to poisoning, the testimony of the only surviving knight can mean the difference between a peaceful investigation and all-out war.
The priestess of the dark gods that dwell drowned within the swamp prayed, and the gods answered. The priestess gave birth to the new swamp lord, a mutated boggard that shares many of its features with a froghemoth. The three-eyed warlord quickly united the tribes, but despite now controlling the largest force in that part of the world, he did not go on a raid or conquest. Instead, all his efforts appear to be focused on breaking into the Skytooth, the tower in which the last cyclops dwelt until his death. Unfortunately, this means a group of mages, who have found a way to use the tower's magic to see the future, will not have an easy way getting into it...
The Arcadian vanguard arrived on the marshy shores of Naq-talya maybe two weeks ago. Looking for the Diamond City their oracles pointed them to, they went straight through the thickest and deepest marshes.
Their first soldier was slain the very first night, his throat cleanly cut. In the days since, they got picked off one or two at a time. Now, when only the final five men remain, a group of a dozen slimy, croaking frogmen jump at them from the trees, obviously not looking to take prisoners.
When the Boggards of the Lastgrasp swamplands meet the knights of the Order of the Willow, tradition demand they smoke a pipe together. Unfortunately, the substance the boggards smoke, while having a mild hallucinogenic and anesthetic on them, brings painful death to most other races - which the swamp-dwelling creatures legitimately didn't know.
With all their seniors dead to poisoning, the testimony of the only surviving knight can mean the difference between a peaceful investigation and all-out war.
The priestess of the dark gods that dwell drowned within the swamp prayed, and the gods answered. The priestess gave birth to the new swamp lord, a mutated boggard that shares many of its features with a froghemoth. The three-eyed warlord quickly united the tribes, but despite now controlling the largest force in that part of the world, he did not go on a raid or conquest. Instead, all his efforts appear to be focused on breaking into the Skytooth, the tower in which the last cyclops dwelt until his death. Unfortunately, this means a group of mages, who have found a way to use the tower's magic to see the future, will not have an easy way getting into it...
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