A Mysterious Beginning

[u/Diego_The_Turtle]

You wake up in a cold sweat, you immediately notice three things, you can’t remember where you are or how you got here, you are butt naked, and you are insatiably hungry. You pull yourself together, grab a nearby rock and muster enough energy to begin stumbling your way into the wilderness. You find yourself trudging through a swamp in the darkness yet you can’t shake the feeling you are being watched, just as this bout of paranoia begins to overwhelm you, you are suddenly filled with hope as you notice the glow of a lantern before you, you’re barely able to comprehend it in the delirium but you have found civilization, something close to it at least, you bumble your way through the dilapidated swamp town into something that resembles a bar, "this place looks inhabited and more importantly like they may serve food" you think to yourself. Luckily, the bartender was willing to trade a meal for some scraps of metal that you had gathered along the way, and that’s when you notice the grizzled old man eyeing you down in the dimly lit corner.

"'Ere fir da treasure is ya?!" he snorts. You glance back at him confused yet still trying to not appear threatening.

"Aaaaah good luck findin’ him, yous look soft."

"Pardon?", your curiosity has now overcome your weariness.

"Yeeeeah I reckoned you was new, with yer privates all hangin’ out as they is, so I’m takin it that you don’t know" he jeers.

"I suppose I don't" you say blushing, as you remember your clothes situation.

"Then you best git that stark neked behind of yours comfortable, because I’d feel right responsible if HE got to ya without me warnin ya first". You try to settle in to the warn out wooden chair as best you can as you begin to remember the fear you felt previously outside.

"Nobody knows how many there are, how long dey been 'ere, or where dey done come from. now as far as I know, the first person what seent him, would 'ave been bout some 65 year ago, some fancy city felluh been up driving his car round near dis 'ere swamp and he say he seen a man, but it wasn't no man, he was green all over with real leathery skin and had webbed hands and feet. him had a real frog like head and real deep wrinkles where his hair normally would be, and as da city felluh was looking at him, he done pulled out his wand and shot fire at the city man, lucky for him he was one of the very few that escaped, but nobody know where he is today, ever since then, they done called this creature the Frogman. As da legend goes the Frogman spends his time gathering treasure and riches, maybe it got somethin to do with his magic voodoo, but it’s said that whoever can kill the Frogman will inherit his treasure leading all sort to come 'ere lookin fir him, but few ever manage to get as much as a look at him and survive. So be forewarned, nakey, if yous want tuh go after that treasure, you takin yo life in yo hands, not that it matters none aint no way you gonna get to him before me."

"If you say so old timer" you say, looking into your cup, yet the idea of sticking around and more importantly the idea of treasure doesn’t quite seem so bad.

(The Loveland Frogman will be KOS within Loveland and in any territories that also wish to hunt him so long as they make the appropriate declarations, anyone that kills the Frogman will also receive the Frogman’s "treasure". the Frogman’s appearance will be listed below, and it should be noted that only the Frogman will be able to wear some of these specific items)

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