Gigmucc the grung, also called Gigmucc the frogman, hails from a little-known marsh known as Darkspawn Swamp. A merchant, Gimucc sells insects and rare marsh plants, and at extremely reasonable prices. He has spent the last few months vending his wares all about town, but found one of his products especially popular in the red light district, so he is often found there. He is short, but has a loud, deep, chirpy voice. Though he obviously struggles while doing so, he is strong enough to pull his cart full of cages, jars, and vials.
Gigmucc’s story is, unsurprisingly, a strange one. Growing up a blue grung in an extremely rigid, color-based caste system did not leave very much room for an advancement in his fortunes. Not quite at the bottom of this hierarchy, he was nonetheless treated like dirt. He was never popular with the females and his only skill seemed to be his talent for building traps. He yearned for a life outside the swamp, where he would not be forced to work long hours for a few insects.
One day, fate struck when the village’s eggs were stolen by a tribe of lizardmen. Short on warriors from a recent battle, Gigmucc was drafted into an expeditionary force to retrieve them. Upon defeating the lizardmen, Gigmucc’s squad discovered an interesting piece of property the lizardfolk had: human slaves. The grung also had human slaves, of course, but theirs were raised from birth by the grung, only spoke Grung, and were kept in a state of hypnotic semi-consciousness by regularly applied grung venom. The lizardfolks' slaves were different. Captured fairly recently, they spoke a language he’d never heard before.
Taking one of these slaves as his own, he made the man teach him the local human tongue. The man then told stories of drier lands, stories that eventually convinced Gigmucc to free the slave and venture out on his own. Gigmucc discovered a knack for salesmanship and taste for human decadence. “What a limited life,” he thought back on his village, “what a poor and pathetic way for Gigmucc to live. Being a second class citizen in human society still beats the very best the grung village can offer!”
An excellent candidate for a salesman of Murometz's handy whore-spiders, or any one of the other wonderful insects on this site.
Gigmucc has had his cart stolen. But who could possibly want his wares enough to steal them?
Gigmucc has been jailed after an insect he sold was used in an assassination.
Gigmucc has been away from water for too long and must be rehydrated to prevent his death.