Morrowax

About Morrowax

What do you want me to tell you?

Morrowax was not exactly alive before you met them. You already know how they came to be. You watched it happen. What else is there to explain?

That they enjoy philosophy? That they are strangely intelligent? That they ask emotionally difficult questions at incredibly inconvenient times?

Actually, that last one is worth mentioning.

As for how Morrowax became so intelligent, Verne might be able to explain it—assuming he ever fully understands the magic he is capable of using.

Somehow, Morrowax is the combination of Alder Voss’s discarded materials and Verne’s unpredictable magic: melted candlewax, broken hive frames, scraps of parchment, spellbees, and one spectacularly irresponsible spell.

Morrowax is perfectly happy with that explanation.

They were given a chance at life, and they have no intention of wasting it.

One of the first things Morrowax did was begin studying under someone far more knowledgeable than them. Alder Voss, now considerably humbler than he had once been, taught them about magic, engineering, apiomancy, and the many mistakes that can be made when combining all three. Morrowax learned remarkably quickly. Sometimes uncomfortably quickly.

Eventually, they discovered that they could cast magic of their own.

There was only one problem.

Using magic drained the very energy keeping them alive.

So, no magic.

Absolutely no magic.

That is far too dangerous.

Morrowax may not possess an ordinary beating heart, but they have dedicated their new life to protecting the rebuilt spire and the bees living within it. They watch over the hives, maintain the tower, study whenever they find a quiet moment, and make certain Alder does not return to any of his more destructive habits.

So enemies beware.

Threaten the spire, the bees, or anyone Morrowax loves, and you may find yourself facing a seven-foot pillar of candlewax barreling toward you with surprising speed and absolutely no concern for your structural integrity.

They may not have a heart in the traditional sense.

But their waxy one will do just fine.