What a fearsome and mighty warlock to be discovered and documented in the wild, I daresay a perfect example of witchcraft and it's side effects on mortal flesh, for those that dare to roll cursed dice and toy with their mortal souls.
I feel we all peer in awe, at this braggadocious monstrosity, marveling at his seemingly unending imbibing of the most foul concoctions of black magic potions, evil bubbling stews, and foul combinations of otherwise godly and delicious foodstuffs. Let alone his flat out constant and enthusiastic inhalation of obviously poisonous fumes and vapors of various form and variety that would slay the most hearty of us onlookers!
Despite any everyday logic to the contrary, the murky legend of this so called Boglim persists year after year, often you can spot him shouting out his rage and superiority to the entire world whether or not it heeds his mighty call, never fully succumbing to what would kill mere mortal men!
If you take heart in his persistence despite his inevitable doom, or find yourself disgusted with his debauchery... well I suppose that is up to each individual to decide.
I dare say at least for myself... that is what is up, verily! How very fearsome of an evil foe if you dare cross him (curses be upon wretched trolls), yet most perplexing of all (given his permanent level of encrusted filth), the rumors in the taverns and amongst those who lurk sneakily in the darkest corners, and even amongst everyday denizens of reputable establishments, is that this most goth of wizards apparently smells amazing! GADZOOKS!
Truly a marvel, and praise unto intrepid historians who have paved the way before us.
