The Shipwight
That which is dead lies bare. Does that mean that we shouldn't trust it? It may not be gentle, this lie, but the truth is...
This land is dead. But it lives still by my hand.
Long ago, in times when war spread across the ocean and their was one kingdom in these lands. Evil spread it's grasp, pulling life from the earth to form great hulks and ships to do their bidding, built altars to pagan gods and sacrificed the old and young for power. One such necromancer took to see with their army of souls and their fleet, doing battle with seemingly endless forces seeking to conquer the lands for themselves, which would eventually doom their entire fleet. The ships were sunk, the souls scattered in an area that is known today as the Akashic Circe, where shades of the past are said to haunt the present, and naught lived for long on it's calm waves and breeze.
They Lived.
Trapped as a ghost, within the decaying shell of their main flagship, the man pondered, and slowly grasped at the land's energy, to rebuild their fleet. But without the ghosts to man them, it would take many years, as their soul slowly grew weary over the hatred. Rather than corrupting the land, their hatred scoured it until not even a bacteria grew there, and in that desolation, even that hatred eventually gave way, leaving them as drained as their own bones of marrow. Though the fleet was rebuilt, that was not a captain to sail it.
Muu heard of the rumors of the dead sea an investigated it, for even far from the mainland, she was born of the sea, and could travel quickly at full size. Over time, as hatred fled, it became a calm place. The evil resided, killing the weak, but Muu pressed on, feeling compelled to seek the source of this place which cursed it. And so they came upon the lich, tired and barely there. Upon their neck was a similar phylactery the demonic mages used, long since cracked. As Muu prepared to strike down this evil, they saw their eyes. Hollow, with no purpose behind them, forever waiting. Though the soul remained, the will behind it had long since shed the immortal coil. Rather than end them, one could say she took pity on the soul, and instead devoured it. Without the hatred or will, the evil that once filled the soul had long since dried up. Being consumed, these channels were revitalized within her, and filled with energy. Not good, but more aligned with nature.
"Lost soul, consumed by your drive. Such is the result of that which takes and takes until nothing is left. But do you see the world around you, filled with life even when dead?" Muu spoke, and the soul of the dead necromancer pondered. They spent so long rebuilding a fleet that would never see the sun again, drained the land to fuel the rebuilding of evil magic most foul. But here, feeling as part of Muu, gifted a glimpse of Angels. Their mind shattered irreparably. Opps.
The Shipwright is a undead necromancer, given flesh by Muu. Their body is made of muscles and cartilage, their skin shells. While slow, they have an innate connection with the land, able to revive the dead to live and breath, new growth ensnaring. Or to give blessings to the land, the dead laid bare to them and used to fuel new birth. They're a plant sage with a large knowledge of how to connect with the land and sea, and a surprising amount of fragmented memory on how to handle ships, fleets, and warfare, both in port and on the seas. Sure, their mind is a fragmented mess, but the scraps are fairly useful at finding demonic trickery and putting a stop to it one way or another. Even if the words "Collateral Damage" are always part of those incidents. Muu's done her best to stich their mind back together, but humans are never quite the same after they've had their souls shattered like eggs. They are at least appreciative of no longer being stuck in the endless expanse, and is at least capable of some speech. Even if most humans are going to peg them as being mentally and physically disabled. Reason they wear a black robe and shell helmet.
Their primary contribution is harassment and giant plants from dead land. This also serves well to influence efforts in places where food is scarce and land is difficult to grow crops in. Though any evil activity they spot may end up with a beanstalk through a building. Sadly their ability to work 'normal' spells is completely shot, with only their weird style of necromantic druidism remaining. They've still got some unique insights, and Muu accepts all types that repent and join her Self.
Random idea from discord image, the Shipwight. I'm odd when sleepy, okay.
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