The Lore of the Veiled Phantasm of Phantasmagoria

Prior to his journey through the Sacred Flame, the Holy Monk of the Field practiced his meditations with an unparalleled rigor. Known only as the Holy Monk, his goal was transcendence from the banalities of the world. Not even a familiar pet could stay with him on his path. Perhaps his closest inspiration was the water of his Kelpie's Fury:

Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.

ancient wizard lore

With these words in mind, transmutation was an easy choice. After a lifetime of practice being like water, becoming the Veiled Phantasm of Phantasmagoria was natural. A Phantasm, too, can take many forms and can flow or crash. Indeed, in Phantasmagoria, power manifests not in a physical form, but as psychic energy.

Here he is once again like water. While he is a somewhat recent arrival (burn #498) it's like he has been here all along in spirit and is simply retaking his place as the Veiled Phantasm of Phantasmagoria. Besides, time is just one of the illusions inside and outside of Phantasmagoria..

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