Intangible

"Pinch of this, a quarter teaspoon of that and Mother's blessing. Oh good. It didn't explode yet."

A Wraith with a talent for alchemy. Intangible has learned how to keep the maladies and afflictions of Necromancers in suspended animation. Together with his mate, Dyshidr, they seek a way to purge the corruption of the Lichs from Mother's chosen.

Failure Necrotober 2020

I suppose I could ramble about all the ways I’ve failed. I failed to become any kind of Necromancer or even a Ghoul. Just a Wraith, unworthy of any favor at all just hung around the Wyrmwound with a cold for a month. I was pretty depressed of course. You study and train and think you’ll be useful somehow only for absolutely nothing to happen. I admit I wandered around for a while blubbering over it. Until I realized I was free. Free to do what I wanted. I started taking food and drink to the ill during their trials. Some took it and others refused. But that’s how I met my mate. She was helping others heal up the same I was.

And she was gorgeous. We talked for days as we traveled around the Wyrmwound. I went to her home and before long it was mine - a place we built together. Now about failures. My latest alchemical experiment seems to make bacteria explode. In small amounts, it rather tickles but I think it could be problematic with larger infestations. I suppose I’ll have to call it a failure. Pity.






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