|Region||Aerie of Dragons|
|Class||15th barbarian / 10th frenzied berserker|
|Born||4 Bloom 870 HE|
|Died||9 Hollow 932 HE|
For most of the glory days of the Dominion of Resalth, Balfroglemis was its top general. Balfroglemis commanded the legions battling the dragonborn of then city-state Lumnaar Hok. The Path of Balfroglemis was cut to maneuver his forces around the enemies deep defenses in Ag Krenok. In 899 HE, his forces captured the city and enslaved the population. Over the next thirty years, Balfroglemis continued to expand the territory of the Dominion of Resalth.
Balfroglemis met his end in Feykro Silon. In this deep forested valley, long a stronghold for silver dragons and dwarves, he opened a rift to Chaos. He opened this rift in one of the more unorthodox ways - by dropping a young primordial worm into a Sphere of Annihilation. For several weeks, chaotic energy flooded into the forest and confused silver dragons and anything else that was lawful and highly intelligent. While the rift was open weave spiders worked tirelessly to close it. When they felt someone trying to undo their work, they moved into position. When the rift was just about open, two weave spiders reached through and grabbed Balfroglemis and then webbed the area around in strands that hardened into something harder than steel. Balfroglemis was pulled into the Web of Magic and torn apart. His master Resalth was scrying on him the whole time and noted in his journal:
They were faster than quicklings, time seemed to slow when they were about to attack and then sped up. Magic protections and contingencies were burned out with each mandible strike. Items of magical nature began disintegrating leaving Balfroglemis in loins and only his great strength and claws to save him. My general made a futile effort against such odds - eight weave spiders against one! It was over as quickly as it started. Balfroglemis was torn to pieces and the rift closed. They detected my scrying into their Web and just as they had drained the magic from Balfroglemis they drained my scrying pool.
- Resalth, from a personal journal, "The End of Balfroglemis"