Marvin the Toad

Deep in the Shallow Marsh croaks Marvin, the old toad with the dragon’s skull upon his brow. He claims its bones are his birthright, proof that dragon blood stirs in his veins.
Most laugh — until the mushrooms take him.
In his wild trances, eyes burning with visions, Marvin swings his rune-etched axe with a strength no beast should bear.
Mad fool or chosen heir, none dare challenge his stories when he is near.