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[monzun]

 

Monzun has been trying their Hand at a little necromancy.

Some gods had skill in that, but Monzun had only known those as enemies; otherwise, humanity itself had better luck in reviving themselves through spiritual means. It’s a skill they find tricky at best. Healing the body is only part of it. The ‘spirit’ (or ‘soul’ or ‘life force’ or ‘ghost’, for just a few mortal terms) is just as necessary.

The Void is distant, but some of the spirits of humanity appear to reach for it. Monzun’s first successes caught such spirits and forced them back into their bodies before they could be left behind, with the memories of what they were trying to reach for gone when commanded to explain.

Generations pass.

Monzun’s reach extends agonizingly slowly.

If anything, learning to conjure bodies for spirits may go against the revival of gods lost to the Void…but any skill has its use. Mortals are exceedingly grateful for revival. Faith spreads and empowers their Creed-boosted capabilities even higher.

Monzun continues trying.

(If there is any god that chose to reign over death, they have yet to show their Hand or anything else at Monzun’s interference. The crueler, more paranoid part of them expects retaliation eventually. The kinder part of them wonders if they should eventually take on this duty, with how terrified so many seem to be of it. But this is all for later.)

Eventually, they find their reach beyond anything they have yet to know. Still far short of finding lost gods, but still encouraging.

A lost soul.

They bring their holy fingers around it and Heal and build and read its memories, growing a skeleton and wrapping it in all its needed parts for functionality.

Monzun comes back to the world in the shadow of their Temple holding a very odd man, their massive Leopard Creature standing to sniff and prod at him.

 

 

 

 

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[redprayer]

Rezo gets an odd sense in his stomach as he feels himself going down, down, down, until quite suddenly he feels grass tickling his feet and ankles, solid earth beneath him. He stumbles as the beast lets go of him, and he has to grab onto its foot to keep from falling over.

It takes him another minute to catch his breath and his balance. Once he feels somewhat ready, he cautiously lets go and takes a few steps away from the beast.

He's not sure where Monzun is in relation to him, and rather suspects that the answer is irrelevant, but he nevertheless tilts his head upwards to address them.

"Th-thank you." Best to be polite, especially considering his next request.

"I'd like to try casting a few spells. Is there something I can use as a target? Preferably large, that won't cause too much trouble if it's destroyed." He makes a little hem hem noise and adds "And unless standards have changed considerably since I was alive, I shouldn't go near other people until I'm wearing something."

They brought him back from death, so surely Monzun can conjure up a robe or something...

[monzun]

"You have destructive spells?" Healing, he said, so they could have expected this, but spells in plural? He said he was a priest, yes, but still...!

Their fascination grows. A Priest of someone known as Flare should know Fireball, they conclude. "I shall provide you with a tree of nearly any size, from bush to building," they declare.

Clothing, however...

Monzun scrutinizes him for a few moments. Mortals are all of similar size to them, other than the most obvious differences of 'child' and 'adult'.

Their presence vanishes as they flit from Village to Village, peering at outfits that would be the easiest to wear. They have all the time in the world, but they'd rather not waste time.

Meanwhile, Sweetheart yawns and lays down somewhere behind Rezo, shaking the ground and rustling the grass. "Rrr-rrrhm," she says, petting his hair again.

Monzun is waylaid by their people trying to honor them. It's very sweet, but not necessary. Nevertheless, the quality of clothing they end up with is quite higher than the usual commoner would have been provided with, or what Rezo would have been given had they simply snatched one from a drying clothing line.

"I've obtained..." What is this, actually. They press F1 scrutinize the object. "...a Formal Chiton." They hold it out in front of his face without thought.