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Found frog!
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Revenge
In which Phorg (local grung bardbarian) muses on home and the life it's had, and all its friends go "Wow you're a better person than us" because it's true
I still have not played any of these lads in an actual dnd setting but by god I love them all
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Phorg is sitting by the small pond in the grounds, rain pattering on the canvas awning that’s stretched over the decking. It has its feet in the pond, the water soothing away the dust and the aches of the road.
Thunder rumbles in the distance; Phorg taps its fingers against the decking in an answering rhythm and feels something settle in its soul, finally coming back to rest.
It’s home.
Phorg blinks, stilled by that thought. This hadn’t been home before. Home had always been the swamp, even after it had run away (been thrown out, whispers the voice that sounds like Karo, old and bitter), but something had changed.
It felt right.
Phorg
Frogs!
Frogs have been claimed by the aromantic community!
Phorgs of the day heehee

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hmmmm phrogs...
Oh, to be held in a warm everlasting embrace. ❤️🍄
Phorg
Phorg grew up hearing stories of great battles and lost civilisations and the heroes that stalked the land, and decided that that was what it wanted to do. Be the one to tell those stories, to have an audience hang onto its every word. To travel and learn more and come back brimming with tales of heroic conquest that could inspire a new generation on towards greater things. Unfortunately, its skin colour decided that it would be better served as a warrior. Phorg was given a weapon and a placement in the guard and was told to stay put. Be a good guard dog. Defend the small - or the smaller. It put up with this as best it could, telling the stories in the barracks at night, around campfires, at any chance it could. Its first true battle was a horrific experience that was also the tipping point. In the aftermath, Phorg escaped. It ran, hoping that its platoon wouldn't follow, that they'd assume it dead.