The Lore of Thaumaturge Rita of the Brambles

The door swings open violently “Please, I need your help!" Rita shrieks to the store owner…"There was an accident, I stepped on this poor frog on my way home! There was a crazy herd of frogs on the path… like 150 frogs… Do frogs migrate?? Since when do frogs migrate?! All I heard was a loud crunch, I freaked out, and then the frog began to glow! Next thing I know, this wooden figurine was in its place. What should I do?!"

A panicked young wizard running into a building during a deluge would cause anyone to jolt. This store owner, however, showed reasonable concern, but unreasonable anger towards his surprise visitor. “Do you have any idea how old that door is?!” The store owner retorts. “That door was hand carved by my grandfather 200 years ago! The damage you could’ve caused by punching it open like that!”

Rita proceeds to the nearest table to place the frog somewhere safe, more importantly, away from her. “I don’t believe you're striking the right tone here, I tell you this frog transformed into an idol and all you can worry about is an heirloom door?”

The store owner sharply turns to Rita “Are you telling me a wizard is ‘shocked’ that she did something wizardry?! A practitioner of MAGIC produces a MAGICAL item? The MAGIC staff you carry is just a walking stick, eh?”

Miffed by his sarcasm, Rita shakes off her hat and cloak and takes a closer look at the idol:

'The body is fully wooden...the wood looks like the trees located on the path where the... incident... took place. No special markings or runes. The eyes…' "The eyes are stone! Please, can I have a light? I need to get a closer look at the…"

"AMETHYST!" The store owner scares Rita as he turns up right next to her.

Rita's anxiety is rapidly growing and the guilt is weighing on her. She starts to reflect on her situation…"I'm soaking wet...I killed an innocent frog who was probably on his way home after a long day of work…I'm pretty sure I knocked the door handle loose, maybe the mad hatter hasn't noticed yet .."

Preoccupied by her emotional and mental descent, she doesn't notice the idol begins to vibrate. "Um, your thing is doing a thing!" The store owner urgently tries to get Rita's attention.

"I walk that path all the time… the ut siccis charm has never just stopped working… the wood is the same as the trees on the path…" Rita continues to stew.

"HEY WIZARD! IT'S CALLED AN 'ARMY' OF FROGS, NOT A HERD!"

Rita comes too, snaps her neck toward the store owner, and inhales as if she's about to roar. Before she could get a word out, she hears a faint voice…

"It's ok...I'm better now"

Entered by: 0x03c6…09AC and preserved on chain (see transaction)