The Lore of Enchanter Giacomo of El Dorado

Long ago he had a name of his own - but now he was called Tormund. A normal life of sleeping in his den during the day and chasing mice and other vermin at night was not enough for this fox. He was drawn to the world of man and their elaborate rituals and passings. He would spend the daylight hours observing villages and their practices. He was drawn most strongly to the work of the wizards that inhabited these spaces. Though they were not the most wealthy or prominent members of these villages their lives and movements involved tokens, chants and other artifacts that captured his curiosity and attention. For these wizards seemed all powerful while living a secret and unknown life.

It was not until the Spring Transition Ritual where he observed an elaborate ceremony led by a purple hatted wizard of singing and sacrifice that he got an idea - to play a trick on the wizards. So, he began that day and for weeks to come to steal items one at a time from the table that sat to the left of the ritual altar.

Soon the fox’s collection consisted of small tokens, vials of liquids and powders, parchment with indiscernible markings (at least to him for he was just a fox), dried fruits, small tools, and even a large hat which he occasionally would curl up in during a cool spring night.

This continued for sometime through the summer and into the turning of the season. On one particularly cold morning he headed to the village to add to his collection. After enjoying a quick breakfast of a stolen turkey leg from the butcher, he made his way to the ritual area. There he saw it - a wooden doll.

The doll could not be more than his height from fore legs to crest of head but it interested the fox beyond anything he had seen before. He felt as if he knew this wooden boy doll and wanted to share his den with a friend to keep company. It would be a perfect addition to his collection

He krept under the white and red striped tent and tucked into the corner where he waited, making sure to not be seen. After a few minutes passed he decided to make his move and jumped up onto the table, picked up the wooden doll in his mouth and shot out of the ritual tent as quickly as his four legs could carry him heading back to his den.

That night he placed his new prize on the pile of other precious items and curled into the hat to drift off to sleep.

The crack of thunder woke him in the middle of the night - or so he thought it was thunder. Trying to get back to sleep he kept hearing the shattering sound and decided to investigate. When he left the opening of his den he looked up into the sky and waited for the next crack, but when the noise came the sky did not light up. He began to ascend the knoll next to his den to get a better look - maybe off in the distance he would see this electric storm that had awoken him.

The sky he noticed was not the normal sky but instead was the night sky with purple ribbons stroking through it. After taking in the deep rich color of the feathery plumes his eyes noticed they were all coming from a single source and he began to follow them. After traveling for about 10 minutes he saw their origination point.

From the top of the white and red striped tent this purple fog was emitting. And then another crack and the tent illuminated from within. He approached. From inside he heard the chant of words he did not know the meaning of:

“Riss in chentre Jia comm o nd bcom the wizaad tat you werr craf ta be”

The whole spectacle entranced our dear fox who was now nestled up against the side of the warm red and white tent. He could not pull himself away but it was late and he fell asleep wondering what the words could mean…

The next morning was cold as well and the fox’s body was stiff. After a deep stretch and a shake he made his way to the butcher to eat an old scrap or two. After this quick breakfast he headed back to his den. When he approached the den something seemed different. As he stood at the entry to his den peering in with his yellow eyes he heard a noise behind him.

“Well hello there little one. You are a beautiful fox aren’t you? I hope you don’t mind me camping here at your home last night, but I seem to have forgotten how I got here. Actually, I seem to have forgotten nearly everything.”

The fox was frozen and his knees shook… a man stood before him - which would have been fine as he was a friend to man, but this was no ordinary man. This man looked and was dressed like the wooden doll he took just days before.

He jumped down into his den and saw the doll gone, his other collections messily strewn about. It was him, the fox thought. And how do I understand what he is saying?

“Come here little fox” he exited his den to see the man again.

“My name is Enchanter Giacomo. I shall call you Thurmond. There is one thing I remember and I need you to get ready. We are heading now to El Dorado.”

Entered by: 0x1Fb8…90B9 and preserved on chain (see transaction)