Magnarchitect

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**Magnarchitect** is one of the 22 Heroes in Chroma: Bloom and Blight.

## Lore

Making the best of a bad situation-that's how I like to think of it. No, I didn't want to become a lich. Who does? Well, plenty do I guess, but not normal folks, and certainly not normal kids. But not all of us get a choice. I caught warplung when I was just going on sixteen and we didn't have time to find a Steward or someone to help me. My pa was good friends with an Arrak cleric, Filannen, though. Filannen didn't know how to treat me either, but he did know how to shift me, so it was either that or, well, no more Fotali. We decided to shift me. My dad made the new body for me, like a giant version of one of his marionettes. I went to sleep, and when I woke up I was sitting in a chair. I looked like this, and my old body was still lying down in the bed behind me.

Pa took it pretty well. I didn't. I made peace with the mirror quickly enough, but it was the little things that I took for granted, that I had got so used to doing that they didn't even feel special, that I couldn't get used to missing. Eating. Breathing. Floating in water. Pain. It took ages for me to get used to the stony clanking of my own footsteps.

Things got better after a few years. I'd never been one for magic, and I'd just figured that I never would be. But ever since I became a lich, the world just felt... different. I couldn't put my finger on it right away, but it was like the less I felt my own body, the more I could feel the world. Pretty soon I was casting some spells, and when I was old enough, I decided that if I was going to be stuck like this for the rest of my life, I might as well make the most of it. The next time Filannen visited, I went with him to Arrix to learn real, proper magic. I had a good time, and with all assumptions and habits of normalcy gone, I think I grew into my new bones. This might sound strange, but being a lich started to turn into something sort of joyful.

I came back when I heard that pa was sick. Not warplung or anything like that, just the normal kind of sick that happens when people start to get old. We talked about options. They weren't great. At the end, it came down to either shifting him too, or no more Mennech. We joked about having a family made entirely of liches and how silly that would be, but at the end of the day, he decided that he was ready: didn't need to shuffle his soul into a homemade body just to try to keep on going. If I hadn't been through the process myself, I think I might resent him for that. But I get it.

He left me the shop. It's funny; when I was a girl, he joked that he didn't give me an M-name because he was going to live for a million, billion years and I would never take over his work. "Mennech, Magnarchitect of the Magnificent Mansion of Miracles" does admittedly have a ring to it that "Fotali" doesn't. Crazy guy. But the children of Pyrrhem need to get their toys and trinkets from somewhere, so I took up the title and reopened the store, putting my own little magical twist on it. I am so glad I did. There's a plain happiness in figuring out what exactly the right toy for a child that I just can't describe. And if I help them to see that liches aren't all bad, one toy golem and firework at a time, well, that isn't so bad either.

## Baitbot

1N 1V

**Taunt**

## Blockbot

1N 1A

**Warded**

## Boltbot

1N 1I

**Bolt**

## Changelog

Blockbot mana cost increased to 1N1A up from 1A
Boltbot mana cost increased to 1N1I up from 1I