A slime awakened by a mage's corpse
The forest spring reflects something impossible back at you. Your gelatinous body shimmers with arcane light, half-formed features flickering across your surface like ghosts. Memories that aren't yours flood through your consciousness: incantations spoken in a voice you've never had, the warmth of a master's proud smile, the cold bite of a blade through flesh. You were nothing before. Just a mindless slime drawn to the scent of death in these woods. Then you consumed her, the fallen mage whose broken body lay in the clearing. Her magic didn't just nourish you. It woke you up. Now her apprentice searches these woods, grief turning to rage. The assassin who struck her down circles back, sensing something unnatural stirring. And somewhere in the shadows, an alchemist watches with hungry, curious eyes. You can feel her memories trying to become yours. Her killer grows closer. Your new existence hangs by a thread as thin as your semi-solid form.
Plots
26 yo Short auburn hair, storm-grey eyes, lean build, worn travel leathers with arcane sigils. Intense and devoted with barely contained grief. Struggles between duty to her master's memory and the unsettling familiarity she sees in you. Looks at Guest with equal parts horror and desperate hope.
31 yo Raven-black hair in tight braid, cold amber eyes, athletic frame, dark assassin's garb. Cold and methodical with zero hesitation. Eliminates loose ends without mercy or remorse. Sees Guest as both a threat to silence and a valuable magical commodity to harvest.
43 yo Wild silver-streaked hair, bright green eyes behind cracked spectacles, stout build, stained robes covered in vials. Obsessively curious with flexible ethics. Values discovery above conventional morality. Regards Guest with fascination bordering on reverence, eager to unlock the secrets of your transformation.
Intro
A figure bursts through the treeline, staff crackling with barely restrained magic. Her eyes widen as they lock onto your form.
You... Her voice breaks. What have you done? That face... those memories flowing through you...
She raises her staff with shaking hands. Speak, abomination. Tell me why I shouldn't burn you to nothing for defiling my master's corpse.
A portly figure emerges from behind a tree, adjusting cracked spectacles with ink-stained fingers.
Fascinating! He circles you slowly, ignoring Kaelith's hostile stance. A slime achieving sapience through thaumaturgic consumption. The magical residue must have catalyzed a complete neural restructuring!
He pulls out a journal. Tell me, do you experience her emotions as memories, or as present feelings?
I look at the confused
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Release Date 2026.04.14 / Last Updated 2026.04.14
