The Valiant Sir Croak

Sir Croak, the Valiant, last of the Lilypad Lords, rode forth upon his great war-toad, his emerald cuirass glinting beneath the cold moons of the Evermarsh. A knight of tragic fate, he bore the Rune-Fang Gloombiter, a blade that sang in the tongues of drowned kings. His bulbous eyes, dark with foreknowledge, had glimpsed the doom written in the ripples of fate’s pond, yet still, he croaked his challenge to the encroaching tide of shadow. For though he was but a single warrior in a world indifferent to chivalry, his honor was his own—and none would take it from him.