Necromancer Toka of the Wood

On the fringes of the runiverse, where the bedrock of reality retains a peculiar plasticity, stands Toka's Tower, and within it resides a small, horned wizard of an alarmingly endearing shade of green. Toka's days are a merry carousel of staring into the void and playing games of hide-and-seek with what's left of his sanity—more hide than seek, really. His consciousness, with the abandon of a hyperactive puppy, canters through the cosmos, gallivants amongst galaxies, and straggles amidst the stars. However, reality has a knack for sneaking up on him, often in the form of a profound hunger.

He glanced around as he firmly gripped the reins of reality. His stomach growled. Toka prepared himself a meal and pondered the shift from his time in isolation. Solitary living was easy, participating in popular perception was hard. His familiar, Madame Toad, was generally all the company he required. The lab, a short distance from the tower, was designed to contain any dangerous consequences. Plate and toad in hand, he made his way down the tower and out towards the low, slung form. As he nudged open the door to his lab and flicked on the lights, an abhorrent form became visible. The servos whined as they powered up; the pink, bulbous face, made from repurposed flesh, smiled hideously as it recognized its master.

Toka caressed the abhorrent creation. He looked towards Madame Toad, who observed them from a distance. With a conspiratorial wink, he said, 'Come on, Madame. It's time to show the wizards the fruit of our labor.'

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