"In the Legion a name given is a croak given, and a croak given is a life pledged."
Blunk
Deep marsh. Nobody out there has asked this one anything. One name, one syllable. A spear.
Deserted once, came back, and nobody has decided what to do about it.
Custom name forge Build one by hand — pick origin, rank, and borrowed names
The Four Registers
Marsh-Native. Short, hard, wet. The oldest layer, and the whole rank and file of any tribe. A frog with only this name has met nobody worth borrowing from.
Mud-Name. An earned epithet, and often the only thing anyone calls them. A quality and a body-part, or a mark and a body-part.
Borrowed-Shape. A human name heard on the frontier and chewed until it fits a bullywug mouth. It means contact — or the ambition to look like someone who has had it.
Stone-Name. A word of the old empire, learned by ear from a human reading a marker aloud. Only the Legion has them, there are eight, and the Legion is certain it knows what they mean.
A bullywug carries one to four of these, in that order, and the stack is a biography. Spawn carry none: a name is given, not grown.
"Grubfoot. Nine-Toes. Mally, son of Mally. Redsac. Two spawn had no name yet."