Nozgoth

It's always cool to see lore that is based off of alchemical legends!

I like this bit

IT DID TAKE OFF BRUH. Anthroparions were so awesome back when I first wrote them ): im not mad tho, the shelving was valid haha i'm glad the true homunculus aesthetic will live on... yea honestly very content with the changes to anthroparion and tawkin. I'm happy that you let the anthroparion players carry over!

From the Journal of a Homunculus: I. The Dream Before See… Dark… Feel… Space… Think… Thoughts… First, there was darkness. I could see, but there was nothing to see. Then, I could feel. I could sense. And finally, I became aware that the whole time I had been thinking. I had thoughts of concepts in a language I did not know. It all happened so fast. Soon, my eyes opened. There were lights so bright I could feel their warmth scorching my skin. A horrible cacophonous ringing rushed into my ears and stunned me. I lifted my head up. Pale skin, nearly green, wrinkled and shriveled as if it had been in water too long. I could see feet, legs, arms - hands that began to twitch and grasp like someone had slept on them. Pins and needles came first, and then I could feel, and I realized that those were my hands, and my feet, and my legs. “Me”, I thought. What is “Me?” Who am “I?” I could feel my mind kick into overtime, its gears turning and churning like a machine - in a desperate attempt to explain its own existence. Fear. My first emotion. It penetrated my mind and drove me in circles. “Why?” I remember repeating over and over. The first words were hard, dry, I could feel them scratching against my throat as they left my mouth. Then, footsteps. Outside the room. Coming closer. I stood up. My vision grew dark. Fear again. Something had made its way into my hand - a surgical instrument. Something metal, cold. Shambling. Screams. Red. Blood. It was not until the next day when I woke up. I was on the floor, covered in the blood of my maker. Still the question “Why?” gnawed at my insides, but now it could not be answered. For the only one who could have answered it was dead. So there I laid, on the cold stone floor of the lair of an alchemist. If there were answers, they must be here somewhere. I began to comb through old manuscripts, looking only at the diagrams at first. I came to understand them with quite remarkable speed. I was a homunculus after-all, at least according to the texts. Everything I am. Ever was. Ever will be. It was right here on the paper. A recipe. As if my entire existence could be quantified as a recipe. How confusing that will always be. I made for the entrance. A rush. Now I knew sensation. I knew it was because of chemicals in my brain that I felt this way, but I didn’t care. I did not know what was next, but I had no intention of ever returning to the dream before. Now I have a life.