a rat and a frog

With alarming alacrity, a lone bullywug hopped from a Lilly pad to a large rock, then back to another Lilly pad further up the marsh. Behind him, a column of steam rose from some sort of hovering creature that followed. Though out of breath, the frog-like bullywug shouted at a rat on the shore. "Hide, Elador, hide! Theraxes has summoned another servant from an evil place! Meet me at the bridge!" Though the rat Elador couldn't see well, he knew his friend's voice well. "Sure thing, Belcher! I'll follow the trail, and maybe we can arrange a surprise for this minion!" With that, the two friends hurried off. Meanwhile, the evil minion continued his path flying lazily over the marsh. This figure was lanky, with long arms that ended in sharp claws. His head and face were vaguely feline, including alert, pointy ears. Charcoal-colored bat wings gave the creature flight. The most notable feature of this creature was a constant cloud of steam that came from its wet, matted gray fur. The creature muttered to himself. "Master says the marsh belongs to him! The bullywug must be dealt with harshly!" At the bridge, Elador and Belcher had a surprise waiting. More than 20 young rats and bullywugs, all well-armed with stones, stood ready. When the flying creature flew near the bridge, the rats and bullywugs got up from their cover behind the side of the bridge and began throwing their stones. Soon the battered evil steam creature circled around and headed back to his master's tower. In the tower, the evil wizard Theraxes once again opened his recently found tome, written in an ancient, vulgar tongue long ago. The book, entitled "Mephits: How to Summon and Care For Them", was well used. Perhaps the Fire Mephit would be more effective than this incompetent Steam Mephit...

"Rrrrrt's just not possible" Hurrld Barnes the frog guard stated bluntly, leaning on his spear. "Why isn't it possible?" excitedly asked Patrick Ratman. Miss Jiin, the pretty, tall, human tomboy standing beside the dingy, pitable little ratkin shook her head at this conversation. He had approached her with ideas on how to replace his itchy and uncomfortable pegleg and she had felt the desire to help him, but this was not what she had in mind. "Rrrt's just not." Hurrld insisted. He was no cleric, but he was pretty certain Patrick's idea would not work: even if he did cut off one of his own frog legs, it would not be suitable to graft on as a replacement for Patrick's missing rat leg. "WHY not" Patrick cut in, clearly not having any of it, "you stupid bullywug?"

As a blind ratkin approaches and nomatic tribe she's is stopped at the gates of the camp. Holt ratkin what do you seek in a croaking voice as the frog gard approaches. Spair a coin for a lonely begger. The frog guard notices all the fly's buzzing around the begger holding back his temptations. He says I cannot arrange some coins for you my lovely lady. And That's how I met your mother

The baker was yelling at the bum rat to move along, then the baker saw the frog portal walk and yelled for help yo escort the rat away, so the Baker could sell their delicious goods with no worry.

Sorry about any grammar slips ups, it is hard to proof reaD a social media post. I also cheated a bit and really only have two characters.

It was a warm summer’s day outside of the city, the town’s bustle boomed out of the gates. Ratastin, sitting under a tree near the gates, held out his hat waiting for a kind soul to cross his path and toss some coins into his hat. Many entered the city and showed no kindness to the elderly beggar. He sat for hours, carts splashing mud and other less savory things upon the old man. —————————————— Hoping down the road on his first visit to town, Hoppy Of Gilmore made his way with his wares towards the metropolis in hopes of selling his pickled rust monster in the town square. His eyes grow wide as he approaches the town gates, looking up at the modest walls and seeing only splendor. These buildings are much larger than the huts making up his small village. This is a town of success and Hoppy prays to Blurgle Burke that his day is successful. Drawing up to the gates he sees an elder of the rat folk sitting with his hat out. Hoppy’s heart falls just a bit as sees the state of the poor creature’s mud caked robes. A closer look reveals that the elder has not eaten in some time. “Elder, I have no coin, but might I share a meal with you?” the rat folk nods his head and Hoppy sits in the mud and pulls out his victuals, passing a rust monster haunch over to the elder. Lacking manners the rat folk tears into the meal with abandon, licking his fingers. He holds out his hand imploringly. Hoppy realizes the old beggar must be starving and happily passes over a pickled rust monster foot. It is not until the elder asked for fourths that Hoppy begins to worry about his supplies. This old man is so very hungry and Hoppy scrambles to find a way to get away while he still have some goods to sell at the market. “Friend, it has been so delightful to share a meal with you, but I must away”, Hoppy croaks trying to mask his concern with cheerfulness. The elder looks down sadly, causing Hoppy to slump back down and pass over another rust monster haunch. After several more minutes he finds himself with nothing left in stores. Defeared Hoppy gathers himself up and turns to head back to his Marshy home. The elder rat folk has also gathered himself, a wide grin spreading across his face. He begins to speak in a voice much higher and shriller than expected, “thank you my friendly fool!” As he spoke the old beggar whipped away his robes in as lights twinkle around. After a dizzying display the old rat folk beggar is gone and in his place was a very rotund tanooki. The tanooki is covered in finery, his belly hanging out of his golden robes, a mischievous twinkle In his eye. He gleefully exclaims, “once again I have tricked you stinky marsh dwellers into providing the Great Thief King his meal!” After his exclamation he leaps into thin air and vanishes, in his place seeds fall to the ground in addition to a handful of golden acorns. Hoppy, feeling the horror of the situation sink in falls to his knees, and looks at the ground. He knows he has been a fool and is not looking forward to arriving home. Staring at the seeds Hoppy realizes these are just what he came to trade for! These iron weed seeds will feed his flock in the coming months! His eyes quickly dart to the sparkling acorns, he inspects the first of them, realizing they are real gold! This is much more than he could have expected to make all season! Packing up his spoils he begins to croak an old folk song. Hoppy heads home laughing, that wiley tanooki wizard thought he robbed him, but in fact paid him handsomely. He wonders if he will see the old man next time. The city is such an amazing and tricky place. ——————————————— Prince Trash Mouth watches Hoppy head home from a vantage point high in the tree branches. The Bullywugs are a proud and often misunderstood people. No one liked pickled rust monsters, well no one other than himself and the Bullywugs, and he knew they wouldn’t accept the help he offered. He had been pulling this “scam” for years: every Wednesday a friendly Bullywug came to sell their favorite delicacy and every Wednesday they were tricked out of their goods and compensated handsomely. The Bullywugs were so proud none would admit to being scammed, but all were too kind to leave an elder hungry, a small child lost, or a young mother desperate to feed her family with no money. Prince Trash Mouth chuckled and began planning for next week.

Love the two minis, can't wait to see more rat men and bullys

Have fun on vacation!

The bullywugs were back to terrorize our small town once again. They had thought us defenseless, and we were; but not today. I had holed up in the well, the dark didn't bother me none since I lost my sight, and I listened. I heard them ransacking the market stalls, shattering pottery and crunching on stolen produce. Old Man Garvey's preserves and jams were toast. But I swear on my whiskers I could HEAR the dumbfounded looks on their faces as the first volley hit. Thnk, thnk, thnk, the arrows fell hard and fast. I will savor those incredulous croaks 'til the day I die. Now, you pups may not believe me, you might think me a crazy old rat, and you could be right… but I know what I heard. I heard the Beggar Queen. She's not just a fable, the green rat herself was with us that day! She danced across the rooftops with ease, the pitter patter of her paws circling 'round the whole market as she single handedly sent those frogs running. I could hear her legendary cape flutter heroically in the wind, I could hear her sniff the air before each volley. A ratfolk saved this town of ungrateful humans. But the townsfolk didn't believe me. They didn't hear what I heard. They say it was the adventurers staying at the inn that saved us, those cowards claimed the victory for themselves. But like I said, I know what I heard. They never left their precious rooms, they never lifted a finger to help someone like me. The Beggar Queen, the unseen protector of the downtrodden, the hero of Greenwyrm Vale; she was with us. I know it.

Good for you! I miss the mountains so much, have to go soon as well 😅