Ghost Eater Bartholomew

Ghost eating is no easy task. Especially for an animist like Bartholomew of the Keep. After all, if one believes that all creatures—even inanimate objects—possess a spiritual essence that must be honored, consuming beings from the ethereal world is sure to cause internal turmoil.

Such is the case for Bartholomew.

To come to terms with this mismatch of values, Bartholomew left his home in The Keep and journeyed along a well-trodden trail past Kobold’s Crossroad and into the Hedge Wizard Wood. The path was a lonely one, and the wizard felt that the trip was pointless. What was he expecting to find? How could he ever come to terms with this internal strife?

But just outside the woods he met a golden toad that exuded good vibes and energy. This was a sign that most would miss, but not an animist. The aura of this toad was in tune with his own—he knew that they were destined for greatness together.

Bartholomew picked up the glimmering amphibian and place him inside a leather pouch he had bound to his lunar staff to hold ingredients for his potions. The toad at once felt at ease. Instead of hopping out of the container, it settled down into the powdery ingredients, almost as making a nest.

While Bartholomew was still conflicted, he finally found an inkling of peace that he had been searching for his entire life. Surely he could find a way to resolve the competing forces in his soul. “Let’s get on with it,” he thought, continuing down the path, and turning his back on The Keep forever.

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