, and made some minor changes to the end}A man once said that curiosity will be the death of you, but if you truly want to know the story behind Binkles the Frog stay awhile and listen...
During the crisis that befell Tristram so many years ago, many powerful heroes came to battle the evil which spewed forth from the labyrinth beneath the cathedral. Many came in search of glory and treasure, but some desired to unlock the knowledge contained deep within that ancient place. Among these was a rather eccentric mage by the name of Zhar. Brash and always on edge, many thought Zhar to be mad, but really he was just very dedicated to his work studying ancient texts. That and he would get REALLY pissed if you touched one of his books.
Nevertheless, one of the strangest things about Zhar was the familiar he decided to conjure for himself to guard his tomes while he journeyed into the labyrinth. It was a frog whom he called Binkles, and it did indeed do its job well. Whenever any of the townsfolk would even go near the small cottage he kept on the out skirts of town, that blasted frog would croak louder than if Griswold was pounding his anvil with a 500 pound hammer! It was unholy I tell you! And sure enough Zhar would emerge seemingly out of nowhere a few moments later and chase off those that had dared offend that frog. High Heavens how I hated to be awoken by the blasted thing!
Then one day, Zhar did not return to his little house full of books. Everybody in town knew he was a very powerful mage and would not fall easily to the petty skeletons and zombies that infested the catacombs below the church. Days passed and we all feared the worst. Being the scholar I am, I decided it my duty to preserve whatever volumes he may have pulled from that dungeon hell, so I paid a visit to his home. To my surprise, I found the place barren! That is except for that sad little frog Binkles, left by his master, now silent, without purpose.
So, I did the only thing I could, I took that wizard-spawned demon-frog to the small creek that ran between town and the witches shack and let him go, hoping that it would just forget its master and live out its day in peace. You see, no matter how much I despised that accursed thing; I could never bring myself to destroy something of such a magical nature. It just doesn’t seem…right…to me. It later crossed my mind that this was a poor choice as Adria was known for using frogs in a variety of her stews…
Alas, Binkles the frog has never forgotten that insane wizard who conjured him from heavens knows which unnatural realm. To this day that rather unique frog can still be seen throughout Sanctuary, still searching for the master that abandoned it long ago…
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A man once said that curiosity will be the death of you, but if you truly want to know the story behind Binkles the Frog stay awhile and listen...
During the crisis that befell Tristram so many years ago, many powerful heroes came to battle the evil which spewed forth from the labyrinth beneath the cathedral. Many came in search of glory and treasure, but some desired to unlock the knowledge contained deep within that ancient place. Among these was a rather eccentric mage by the name of Zhar. Brash and always on edge, many thought Zhar to be mad, but really he was just very dedicated to his work studying ancient texts. That and he would get REALLY pissed if you touched one of his books.
Nevertheless, one of the strangest things about Zhar was the familiar he decided to conjure for himself to guard his tomes while he journeyed into the labyrinth. It was a frog whom he called Binkles, and it did indeed do its job well. Whenever any of the townsfolk would even go near the small cottage he kept on the out skirts of town, that blasted frog would croak louder than if Griswold was pounding his anvil with a 500 pound hammer! It was unholy I tell you! And sure enough Zhar would emerge seemingly out of nowhere a few moments later and chase off those that had dared offend that frog. High Heavens how I hated to be awoken by the blasted thing!
Then one day, Zhar did not return to his little house full of books. Everybody in town knew he was a very powerful mage and would not fall easily to the petty skeletons and zombies that infested the catacombs below the church. Days passed and we all feared the worst. Being the scholar I am, I decided it my duty to preserve whatever volumes he may have pulled from that dungeon hell, so I paid a visit to his home. To my surprise, I found the place barren! That is except for that sad little frog Binkles, left by his master, now silent, without purpose.
So, I did the only thing I could, I took that wizard-spawned demon-frog to the small creek that ran between town and the witches shack and let him go, hoping that it would just forget its master and live out its day in peace. You see, no matter how much I despised that accursed thing; I could never bring myself to destroy something of such a magical nature. It just doesn’t seem…right…to me. It later crossed my mind that this was a poor choice as Adria was known for using frogs in a variety of her stews…
Alas, Binkles the frog has never forgotten that insane wizard who conjured him from heavens knows which unnatural realm. To this day that rather unique frog can still be seen throughout Sanctuary, still searching for the master that abandoned it long ago…
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During the crisis that befell Tristram so many years ago, many powerful heroes came to battle the evil which spewed forth from the labyrinth beneath the cathedral. Many came in search on glory and treasure, but some desired to unlock the knowledge contained deep within that ancient place. Among these was a rather eccentric mage by the name of Zhar. Brash and always on edge, many thought Zhar to be mad, but really he was just very dedicated to his work studying ancient texts. That and he would get REALLY pissed if you touched one of his books.
Nevertheless, one of the strangest things about Zhar was the familiar he decided to create for himself to guard his tomes while he journeyed into the labyrinth. It was a frog whom he called Binkles, and it did indeed do its job well. Whenever any of the townsfolk would even go near the small cottage he kept on the out skirts of town, that blasted frog would croak louder than if Griswold was pounding his anvil with a 500 pound hammer! It was unholy I tell you! And sure enough Zhar would emerge seemingly out of nowhere a few moments later and chase off those that had dared offend that frog.
Then one day, Zhar did not return to his little house full of books. Everybody in town knew he was a very powerful mage and would not fall easily to the petty skeletons and zombies that infested the catacombs below the church. Days passed and we all feared the worst. Being the scholar I am, I decided it my duty to preserve whatever volumes he may have pulled from that dungeon hell, so I paid a visit to his home. To my surprise, I found the place barren! That is except for that sad little frog Binkles, left by his master, now silent, without purpose.
So, I did the only thing I could, I took that wizard-spawned demon-frog to the small creek that ran between town and the witches shack and let him go. It later crossed my mind that this was a poor choice as Adria was known for using frogs in a variety of her stews.
Alas, Binkles the frog has never left the area surrounding Tristram. To this day that rather unique frog can still be seen throughout the ruins of old Tristram, still searching for the master that abandoned it long ago…
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