Zugul, the man-frog. Lost heir to the pond throne.

Never had the Hörkenmarsh
a prouder son than he –
saphire skin and thights of steel,
till from the night came she

A burning orb of golden pain,
the witch she threw her cast
she took our son and took our prince
and turned him to a ghast.

Since these days our giant prince,
malformed and shaped as men
he seeks and wanders and he cries
as we do in our den.


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I sculpted a frogs head to the body of a mantic orc and added bloodletter arms with a skeleton sword an an oger backpack to create this poor and wretched hero.

Zugul, the man-frog. Lost heir to the pond throne.