Splotz the Twice Vexxed's page

Before the sharks disappear within the mansion, Splotz hits them with a spell, MASS CURE WOUNDS.

Everyone heal: 3d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4, 3) + 4 = 14

Splotz frog-hops over to assist Silvers as well as encourage Trissae.

"WondURRous! Mighty! TerrUHHHble" He croaks, slapping his finned hands together in a clap before knocking the dazer around with his spear. "Fearsome, TRissUHHH, Fearsome! Tear and rend! Stomp and Thrash! You've more fangs than the boss! URrrrUHhhUhhUhhh!" He laughs.

"UrrUuugh~! What an idea! Fire on fire! What's next, squirting water at a wug, URrrrRK!!" Splotz taunts Caira.

He then casts a spell, and flame-like radiance falls upon the same dazer. This fire, however, isn't sucked up into itself.

"There! Fake fire is better, URruk!"

"HANDS OFF, FLESH SACK! URrkkkr!!" Splotz interrupts, leaping over a table to swipe the tin up in his froggy fingers before Burke can get to the chair with the tin.

"...uuuuuuuuuunt!" Splotz joins in with the end of Adrien's song, in Adrien's voice.

Then the owl bear screeches at the singing.

"WEEEerreEEeeErrrkkkrrrr!" Splotz screech growls right back, in almost an identical way.

After Rast walks away from the offered Cigars, Splotz clearly readies himself to move, his froggy eyes blinking at both sides of the room simultaneously, watching nearly everyone at once.

Splotz takes a step beside Adrien, and looks at him. Then, he looks down at Caira. Then back up at Adrien, then back down at Caira.

Then he smiles at Adrien, and with a quick motion he bites Caira's head, like throwing a sack over her face but with his mouth.

She starts slapping at Splotz's face before the Bullywug spits her back out to the ground.

Then he looks at Adrien, as if trying to cheer him up and gauging his reaction.

Insight: 1d20 ⇒ 1....

Splotz points a finger at Adrien's face as the black fades from his eyes.

"urraaa, that's f#&#ed!"
Before looking to Trissae, Grellik and Ozz for explanation.

"I... MAY be able to raise him. Maybe... But not now, and not here. " Splotz says, casting a spell on Grimgar's corpse. "Urruurg! That will keep him... fresh. Until something else can be done. Saay, no one stole any DIAMONDS by chance, have they? AnyHuRRonne?

".. Right.... Urruuup!" He croaks, wrinkling his nose up at the heaving halfling and finishing his spell on her, curing her of her poison.

Splotz' spell is interrupted as Grimgar dies, the bullywug's concentration entirely lost in the moment.

He stares, blinking and croaking uncomfortably as everyone talks, taking in what happened.

"Caira is all talk, UrrukurKK! She can't stand the smell of burning hair!" Splotz chuckles at the expense of the captain.

"TrissUHH, good work at finding Giant's hammer. He's NUHHthing without it, Urrukkurrukk!" he laughs, knocking on the ram-horned hammer.

"TrissUHHHG!" comes a wet croaking from the room above.

"Are you alive? Are they holding you hosTUAGHH? CRoorrrKK twice if you're in danger!" he teases

"Urraak RUK URK KYURROUGHHHG!" Splotz yells too the group at the back, further incensing them. Angry glared shine back at the group, bullywugs readying spears for violence.

"I told them that I was the kingliest king and they can all throw themselves onto spears if they wish to join my court." He pauses briefly. "If dealing with the intricacies of regicide and court politics, the bullywug language is surprisingly powerful... That wasn't a summary, I said all of that."

Splotz translates for Grellik to the bullywug army, occasionally letting guttural laughs slips through in the middle of his translation; clearly adding his own touch to Grellik's words.

Splotz confirms what you learned from... the bane cultists I think... That the shields and Irontooth are held up in the dungeons, using it as a defensible location and costing mass bullywug casualties with any attempted assault. The wugs ended up sealing the door leading to the dungeons so the Shields can't get out, yet Splotz believes they are still somehow sneaking around the citadel, causing trouble.

Splotz knows generally where Caira is being kept, through some of the office doors at the main corridor below, possibly some you passed after passing through the portcullis.
He also tells you that the leadership structure of the citadel bullywugs has gone to shit, several "kings" appointing themselves of "New Urrkgrohhhgk (Bullywug for mud wallow)" and trying to get as many of the others to follow them as possible.
The Bogsharks just wiped out one of four factions. Another faction rules the offices below (which you sneaked through to get up here, the "food stealers" from before), another squats in the park outside of the citadel, and there is a roaming king looking for vulnerabilities, but is mostly sticking to the river until he can invade and overflow its brethren.

Grellik Healing: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + 4 = 13

I might be useful for you boys, if you had any questions you wanted to direct my way. Urrrurp!

"Nick of time?" Splotz complains a little bit. "The boss sent me in over a day ago. I just hopped into the river upstream, floated down, and blended into the crowd."

He gives his usual, arrogant and froggy laugh. "I don't think they could tell me Urrrpart either. No one questioned me. Thought I was a frog and not a shark they did." He gives Grellik a thumbs up.

"I just had to figure out where our captured were, and I've been guarding Giant ever since. Keepin' anyone from poking him too haUuurrd
by doing it myself."

He pauses, a look of satisfaction on his face. "That part has been real fun."

"Yes. They are morons. They really should have surrendered a while ago, Uhraa Urhaa uhrraaaa!" he finished with his familiar croaking laugh.

"Not that you're much better... Didn't even recognize me... So, what are we doing with these two?" he points his spear over at the two surrendered 'wugs.

"Right, right!" Splotz mutters, giving a final glance backward at the whale before ending his concentration on the polymorph spell.

Giant changes back into a dwarf.

Splotz appears out of nowhere right next to Grellik, Frug, and the Giant toad.

He attacks the toad with his spear, poison dripping off of the point of the bullywug's weapon. He's unable to get a good angle, and the spear just deflects off of the creature.

"Woooah buddy. Don't get swallowed!" He croaks in anxiety.

"Oh! More backup eventually, or will we need to rescue them now?!"

The whale kills the bullywug, and Splotz' frog mouth drops open. "Whoops, he's enraged. I'm just gonna..." and then the friendly 'wug disappears, his form dissolving into a thin cloud of black smoke.

"Who will bet on the toad?!" Splotz croaks gleefully. "Grellik? Tris-, hey where's Trissae?"

"Ah hell, this is all falling apart!" Splotz complains.

One eye blinks at Adrien, the other at Ozz, each form the top of the bullwugs head. "Hey, guys. Been busy?"

He then Shouts out to Giant, who is looking grimly out and shouting through the gag. "Hey Giant! REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU PUT BEATLES IN MY SOCKS?! UHHRAA UHHHRAAA UHHRAAA!" he laughs triumpantly, speaking an magical incantation and gesturing at the dwarf who is getting slowly chomped on by a giant toad.

Giant then grows. His clothes melt into his clothes, his skin grows rubbery, and he fills the giant toad's mouth more and more until the creature looks massively concerned as giant completes his transformation.

The frog is now choking on a grey-skinned whale, bigger than the frog itself. His wet body is weakly stuck to the frog's tongue, and it thrashes in the rainwater.

Splotz croaks merrily at the sight of what he has wrought. "Adrien! What's your bet?!" He croaks, meaning he will act as a broker for betting on whale versus toad.

The Bullywug who had winked at Grellik, who cast a spell on the sly earlier, and who struck Giant in the side moments ago, turns to Adrien as he beheads his way in his direction. He looks back to see the "king's" head rolling down the throne of walls, blood spattering away with the rain as the body above collapses.

He turns to Adrien, his face puckered with rage.

"ADRIEN! You total dick! Ooorrghh!" he croaks angrily. Swinging a webbed slap at the swordsman's face.

Slap!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage: 1 + 2 = 3

CRIT on the slap! I'm going to make that 4 damage, Adrien, doubling the base 1 point of damage.

"You knew I wanted to kill him! I know it! You always know it! You total sodding f!+%! I'm going to drown you in mud, you ass!"

The bullywug now recognizable as Splotz, one of the Bogshark Elites, (the small, purple spots on his nose are obvious close up, once you think to look for them) glares at Cavell before turning to point his spear at the bullwugs on the other side of Giant, clearly not meaning Adrien any more immediate harm.

Splotz is a trickster Cleric, a prank puller, and is usually unable to handle pranks pulled against him. He's also the only Bullywug member of the Bogsharks, having fled the swamps of his home when an adolescent because the rest of the bullywugs are "Complete and total morons."

Ozz's perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14