Unbeknownst to most scholars of Santuary's origin and the creation of the Nephalem, Lilith had gotten “around” the cosmos in her times, and she “caught” one or two “things”. During the great conception of the nephalem, the humans of Sanctuary, Inarius forgot to use protection. In the chaotic aftermath of the renegade couple's intergalactic sex, the nephalem were conceived. But shortly after, there came another manner of creature to arise from the primordial lovestuff, bearing the Mark of Yeast: the nefailem, a quadrupedal, amphibious race of mighty warriors.
Binkles is of the original nefailem and an immortal Frogonite warrior of legend. Of heroic stature, he towered over his peers by centimeters, bringing a sense of awe to those in his presence. His copious Yeast-sacks sprawled across his back were considered the most beautifully bulbous and putrid by his people. Binkles proved his valor on the battlefield time and time again, a courageous warrior of the Mark. As a seasoned veteran, his conquests would bring the nefailem control of valuable territories, such as the Great Forest of Reeds, and impenetrable fortresses of safety, like the Log.
He was also a renowned crafter of powerful artifacts of magick, forging such totems of power as the Shiny Black Rock of the River and the Half-digested Thing I Found Under a Rock.
Binkles is widely known for having Marked one of the most prolific Angels in Sanctuary, Tyrael. The Angel of Justice has publicly denied any such Mark, much to the skepticism of single female-Angels.
As a user of the Frog, the sacred fighting style of the nefailem, Binkles felled countless Angel, Demon, and nephalem alike. The ancient practices of the Frogonites were supposedly difficult to observe, as their warrior craft tended to stray from the front lines and into the blankets of unsuspecting victims, where they could spread their deadly Mark of Yeast.
The Mark of Yeast is especially potent against Angels. Lest the Marked Angel be really itchy in embarrassing places, they must constantly submit themselves to the only known antidote for Angels: insubordinate amounts of gold. Marked Angels often must resign themselves to petty mortal tasks, such as resurrecting deceased mercenaries, in order to obtain such vast quantities of gold required for antidotes.
Despite the vast, untapped power of the nefailem, their race somehow suffered relapse at the combined, nefarious efforts of Angels, Demons, and nephalem. Sometimes they stepped on them, sometimes they used them as fishing bait. Other times the nefailem were used as objects to be thrown at various hard surfaces, such as the ground. Slowly but surely, the power of the nefailem waned.
Legend has it that following the capture of the Prime Evils in Sanctuary, an agent of Hell traveling through the jungles of the East discovered a vibrant colony of nefailem. Shrugging to himself, he squashed a few underfoot and corrupted the rest into servitude under Hell. Thus, Frog Demons were made, bearing the name of their sacred warrior-sect in mockery.
Elsewhere, vast cities of nefailem were captured by masked men of the deep jungle for use in their wicked spell-casting. The once-proud nefailem were subject to slavery as mere demon-fodder, summoned upon the whim of the caster in droves to spread their Mark. Some of the clever nephalem even exploited one of the greatest weaknesses of the mighty nefailem: they explode after falling a few feet.
Binkles the Frog is unconfirmed to be dead or alive. Presumably he is in unending search for the remaining of his kin. Rumors say he is also in search of heroes and mercenaries to assist in his plight: to resurrect the nefailem from the brink of existence.
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Binkles is of the original nefailem and an immortal Frogonite warrior of legend. Of heroic stature, he towered over his peers by centimeters, bringing a sense of awe to those in his presence. His copious Yeast-sacks sprawled across his back were considered the most beautifully bulbous and putrid by his people. Binkles proved his valor on the battlefield time and time again, a courageous warrior of the Mark. As a seasoned veteran, his conquests would bring the nefailem control of valuable territories, such as the Great Forest of Reeds, and impenetrable fortresses of safety, like the Log.
He was also a renowned crafter of powerful artifacts of magick, forging such totems of power as the Shiny Black Rock of the River and the Half-digested Thing I Found Under a Rock.
Binkles is widely known for having Marked one of the most prolific Angels in Sanctuary, Tyrael. The Angel of Justice has publicly denied any such Mark, much to the skepticism of single female-Angels.
As a user of the Frog, the sacred fighting style of the nefailem, Binkles felled countless Angel, Demon, and nephalem alike. The ancient practices of the Frogonites were supposedly difficult to observe, as their warrior craft tended to stray from the front lines and into the blankets of unsuspecting victims, where they could spread their deadly Mark of Yeast.
The Mark of Yeast is especially potent against Angels. Lest the Marked Angel be really itchy in embarrassing places, they must constantly submit themselves to the only known antidote for Angels: insubordinate amounts of gold. Marked Angels often must resign themselves to petty mortal tasks, such as resurrecting deceased mercenaries, in order to obtain such vast quantities of gold required for antidotes.
Despite the vast, untapped power of the nefailem, their race somehow suffered relapse at the combined, nefarious efforts of Angels, Demons, and nephalem. Sometimes they stepped on them, sometimes they used them as fishing bait. Other times the nefailem were used as objects to be thrown at various hard surfaces, such as the ground. Slowly but surely, the power of the nefailem waned.
Legend has it that following the capture of the Prime Evils in Sanctuary, an agent of Hell traveling through the jungles of the East discovered a vibrant colony of nefailem. Shrugging to himself, he squashed a few underfoot and corrupted the rest into servitude under Hell. Thus, Frog Demons were made, bearing the name of their sacred warrior-sect in mockery.
Elsewhere, vast cities of nefailem were captured by masked men of the deep jungle for use in their wicked spell-casting. The once-proud nefailem were subject to slavery as mere demon-fodder, summoned upon the whim of the caster in droves to spread their Mark. Some of the clever nephalem even exploited one of the greatest weaknesses of the mighty nefailem: they explode after falling a few feet.
Binkles the Frog is unconfirmed to be dead or alive. Presumably he is in unending search for the remaining of his kin. Rumors say he is also in search of heroes and mercenaries to assist in his plight: to resurrect the nefailem from the brink of existence.