Thread:Argali1/@comment-26084195-20170405024010/@comment-26084195-20170406013716

The captain looks into the dark jungle. The priest stands next to him. "Sir Kugup, we should stay on the beach."

"Why?"

"I can feel evil radiating from this jungle. The fear is palpable."

"Thule?"

"Thule."

"All the more reason to enter the jungle! We must undo the stranglehold of the great enemy on this land!"

"Captain, we are few in number and tired! We have not supplies nor even a home! Let us remain on the beach."

"As the land shakes and the sea besieges us?"

"We are Frogloks, let us weather the sea!"

"We are Frogloks, let us fight!" He looks out across the assembled group of Frogloks. "My brothers, let us not in our misfortune forget who we are! When ever has fear and despair conquered valorous hearts? Froglok hearts? Our blood is the blood of Marr! Our hearts beat with his! And so long as there is a single Froglok heart left beating in this world, we carry the word and the will of Marr! In his absence, we know what he expects of us. And on his return, let him be so impressed by the example we set, that he gives us each an honoured place in the Halls of Valor! For the Truthbringer, let us march upon this land of darkness!"

The Frogloks, emboldened by the words of the courageous captain, raise their weapons and cry "In the name of Marr!" As one, the fifty or so Frogloks marched into the forest.