Chronicles of Hekawt, Vol. 11
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The ritual responded to me with a blinding flash of light, and I lost consciousness for a fair amount of time. I woke up covered in sand, laying atop a dune in the sun's blistering heat.
Except… I do not feel that heat anymore. I am unsure how this occurred, but it seems the artifact did not respond well to the ritual. I can feel its power still, I am still able to draw upon it without contact with it.
My form, however, is concerning. I seem to have lost all flesh, muscle, and bodily organs. Yet, I still live, a walking skeleton with immense magical capabilities. I believe in the Chillwind, they have myths of such creatures, and call them Liches.
But this is not what I wanted. I cannot stay like this. This power flowing through me is sensational, but this form is despicable.
I will find a way to return my form to its former glory, then I shall finally take my place atop the world. I will finally take the first napkin.