Wooden Ghost Benito of the Grim Hollows

Benito remembers very little of his prior life, apart from the clear memories of his wonders and spells in the service of the Frog Prince Gremplin. Each magic he remembers in bright moods and vivid colors, but the parts away from the court are lost to him. Even the study of his books and cantrips are gone.

He vaguely knows his existence has been one of transformation. He was once a wooden toy... then became a boy... then a wooden man studying sorcery with the masters in the Astral Plane. And then dead; though he knows not how he passed through the Veil. Was he forced? Did he willingly burn? Was he tricked?

Now he wanders the material plane. Passing through walls and peoples' lives, almost unnoticed. For those who have the gift and can focus and see him, he offers a sip of his Penumbra potion. This transformative draught can unlock a myriad of effects for those who imbibe. Powers untold. The drinkers become shapeshifters, polymorphs, were-things. Most are pleased. Benito asks nothing in return, and attaches no strings for he hates entanglements. He only takes pleasure in watching the universe roll its dice and birth each innate magical creation. Whatever the mortal does with those talents, Benito is beyond caring. Only the metamorphosis he treasures. Those he remembers now like his old tricks. And this is the only reason he ventures beyond the Grim Hollows, by moonlight.

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