The Lore of Conjurer Goober of the Mount

Ah, Goober. Though the truth of his origins is shrouded by the uncertain mists of time and hearsay, so goes the narrative whispered by the children of the foothills below the lofty peak he calls home:

Shunned by his family for falling in love with a base frog, Goober fled his birthplace with his amphibian partner perched on the brim of his hat to the solitude of the Mount, where he plunged himself into thaumaturgical research with a frenetic passion.

His purpose? To discover a means by which he could grow the body of his froggy friend to his own size, so that they may return to his home arm in arm.

Tragically, tale would tell, Goober overestimated his abilities as a transmogrifer and, realising his folly but unwilling to give in, quickly lost grip on his wits as he toiled. When his efforts fell far short of the transformation he aspired to, he reluctantly fixed his efforts instead only on keeping himself and his beloved alive with energy drawn from Mercurial waters.

And it’s said that he succeeded... to a point.

Driven mad by the quicksilver, Goober suffers from bizarre delusions, and has been recorded to proclaim his beloved to be not a mere frog, but a beautiful princess tainted by the black spell of an embittered fairy. And while the locals assure this to be the mere ramblings of an addled Anuran, in the company of close ones and with the aid of ale, more than one may let slip that they have heard the sombre, lonely song of a young maiden echoing through the foothills on a bright-mooned night.

A likely story...?

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