The Swamp Monarch
Last of a long line long since forgotten. The original and rightful rulers of the swamps. Before the froglings came and set up shanty towns consisting of mud shacks. Long before the Spinner Queen and her brood defiled the forest, choking the trees with her wicked webbing. And long before mankind had encroached upon the sacred silt, bringing with them the new gods to cover the old.
From bubbling black waters arises the regent of the moldy mire. Pouring out from crack and crevice, caked mud falls in chunks as he strides. Reaching within the muck he wrenches up his titanic axe, the shaft ancient oak, the head rune clad stone. Clad in ancient armour he brings the bog marsh mists in his wake.
The swamps ruler has returned bringing with him a righteous fury.
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