The Great Frog Massacre

[DancingZebra267 1626]

 

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The Great Frog Massacre

 

Grimbol Grobol had just finished digging up his new burrow on the small river island outside Solgaard. His little home, tucked away in the earth, was the perfect spot to settle down after a long day of adventuring. With the sun shining, the air fresh, and his burrow all set up, Grimbol figured it was time to stretch his legs and explore the surrounding area.

 

What he didn’t expect was that the frogs of the nearby marsh had other plans.

 

As he stepped out of his burrow, the peaceful sounds of the river and the rustling reeds were soon interrupted by the croaks of frogs. A small group had gathered outside his home, watching him with beady eyes, as if waiting for him to make the first move. Grimbol, never one to back down from a challenge, grabbed his trusty twig cane and stood firm, ready for whatever these frogs had in store.

 

The frogs, seeming to think they could overpower a small gnome, lunged at him, their sticky tongues snapping and legs flailing. But Grimbol was quick and relentless. He swung his twig with surprising precision, swatting frogs from the air and sending them tumbling into the muck. With each strike, he shouted, "Take that, ye slimy lot!" as if the very sound of his voice would send them running.

 

The battle raged on in front of his burrow, the frogs hopping at him from every direction. But Grimbol’s spirit was unbreakable. With one final swing of his cane, the last of the frogs fell, leaving the small island in eerie silence.

 

Grimbol stood tall, breathing heavily, and surveyed the battlefield. His burrow was safe once more, the frogs’ reign of terror at an end. He grinned, wiped the sweat from his brow, and muttered to himself, "That’s one way to defend a home."

 

With his foes vanquished, Grimbol returned to his burrow, his little slice of paradise now free from the threat of any more frog invasions. The Great Frog Massacre was over, and Grimbol Grobol had proven once again that no creature, no matter how big or small, could take his home from him.

 

[DahStalker 3692]

Ljúfvina stood afar in the distance, watching with horror as her many beloved frogs given to her by her friends Delbert and Sarnai were viciously boinked to their deaths. Her jaw fell agape, and all she could do was watch…..

 

’Smoosh, smoosh, AHHH! Crunch, crunch, crunch, guh.’ Went the frogs. 

[Gnomeh 470]

[!] Another gnome, watching the slaughter shook his head before yelling "Nae need teh kill all of t'ose frogs lad!" Yepos tutted "Find aem in Cobblecroak, and ae can give yeh eh home within deh Aevosian Gnomish Society, or send aem eh bird" The Chairman then wandered off, soon disappearing.

[FenrisTyr1998 22]

All what the Shieldmaiden could do was place her hands on her waist, shaking her head. "Oh, Grimbol." Standing aside Ljúfvina, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Edited December 22, 2024 by FenrisTyr1998

[Suzzie 866]

A figure yet loomed in the tree line, having heard the cries of the slain frogs and the horrid unnatural silence that followed. Howls echoed through the woods.
There would be vengeance for the fallen.