Bullywick was the greatest of kings, the most royal of kings, and the most beloved of kings.
For thirty-five years and then some, the great Bullywick has protected his kingdom and served his subjects loyally. One score and ten years past, when the fiend of the Thyr hunted his people for sport, Bullywick was there. He defended his home proudly, and gladly. It was Bullywick who eventually took it upon himself to find new land in Thyr Morgan where his people could live in relative safety. Every year hence when adventurers — the brutish troglodytes that they are — enter the swamp for loot and treasure, Bullywick has been there. Gladly would Bullywick defend his people and his home, and he was beloved for it.
And now the great Bullywick is dead. Because all you saw was a slimy toad.
King Bullywick fell defending his people from Old Bess, who was under the influence of Thyr Morgan Entity (flying skull) at the time, on the battlefield of Fertile Fields, his home.