| Notes |
Lumbering out of pools where reality thins, the Purple Frogs are dog-sized toad-like abominations summoned by Pocharngo’s priests to harry, confuse, and corrupt. Their flesh pulses with a sickly violet sheen, slick and porous, as though grown in moonlight and spoiled dreams. Their bulbous eyes come in mismatched pairs — some lidless and glowing, others blind and weeping black ichor.
The creatures’ enormous maws yawn far too wide, filled not with teeth but bony feelers, proboscis-like tongues, or fanged lips that speak backwards. Their throats swell before unleashing a guttural croak that echoes inside the listener’s mind — a warping resonance that leaves torchflames guttering and reality momentarily unspooled.
Though they hop and bound like normal frogs, their movement is erratic — sometimes hovering in midair for a heartbeat, or phasing slightly sideways, leaving behind a shimmer of afterbirth and spores.
Purple Frogs are semi-sapient and obedient only to Chaos-touched minds. They serve as mobile hazards in rituals, living traps, and even mounts for smaller familiars. In battle, they croak to confuse, then strike with tongues that grapple or inject mutagenic slime.
They love the scent of blood.
Maddening Croak (once per 10 minutes): All within 5m must roll Willpower or become Befuddled as per spell
Mutagenic Slime is POT 60 poison on touch. Starts to mutate the surface of the organism, unless cleaned away within 15 minutes the part inflicted will start to fester away. |