Philosopher Frogs

The woodlands of the north Wyrmington valley are home to many fascinating specimens. One of these curious species is the philosopher frog. These wart-covered amphibians spend much time beneath the surfaces of rivers and ponds but when it begins to rain, they emerge to hop around between the trees. Above fly-eating and other silly activities of ordinary frogs, philosopher frogs perfer to discuss literature and contemporary poetry over a nice cup of pine needle tea. They do not have a very large population, and so they gather in small family and friend groups for life. When it is time to breed, they form healthy and fully consentual relationships. The whole species is ruled by the great Frogfather and Frogmother. These two, quite mythical creatures come present themselves to all of the frogs only when it is raining and it is a full moon.
Philosopher frogs have had many different phases of thought in their history. Quite recently, they have begun considering the meaning of life. Some believe the only purpose is to fulfill the orders of the Frogmother and Father. Others believe the meaning to one's existance is whatever they make of it. Over the years, philosopher frogs have begun recording their philosophy and thoughts on scrolls made of tree bark and written in ink made out of berries. They speak and write the same language as the humans of Wyrmington. Some of the frogs develop a sort of madness as they experience an existential crisis, living alone in homes hollowed out of the roots of trees. Many men have gone to visit the philosopher frogs and learn from their knowledge.

I stumbled over a tree root in the path and I fell into a muddy puddle. The flames in the lamp posts flickered as I raised myself to my knees. The light rain got in my eyes and I blinked a few times.
"Look at Clumsy McGoo over here!" said a frog who had just hopped out in front of me.
"Why, hello there! I've been searching for a philosopher frog for a long time!" I exclaimed in excitement, though I realize now that it may have been a bit rude.
"You've been looking for me? How flattering. How come?"
"I've heard your kind are exceedingly wise. I thought I might be able to learn something from you,"

Lifespan

15 years

Body Tint, Colouring and Marking

Normal frog colors