Umelee Station

The witches of Helheim went insane. So much power coursing through their veins, their minds simply couldn’t handle the transition. It was a side effect their creator, the Elf Scientist, Tinesia Umalee never considered. As time went on, the witches scattered across the landscape, attacking, and killing humans when they could. Lashing out at anything resembling their former selves.

One small gaggle of witches were living in the hills near monument to the fallen, when, for them, everything changed. Three sisters, all nameless, as were all insane witches, lived in the filth of a cave, brewing their potions. One day, the eldest sister was stomping through a river near their cave, looking for pufferfish when she was startled.

A zombie stumbled out from behind a tree near her. Zombies truly held no challenge for an experienced witch, but so entranced she was in her efforts to scoop up a fish, she lost her footing and fell backward into a school of puffers. All the random potions from her satchel spilled into the water, mixing in the sloshing water. The zombie descended on her, teeth gnarling, fingernails scratching.

The witch had enough senses about her to kill the zombie, but not before he had done some damage, slicing her skin, biting open wounds….. the eldest sister lost consciousness in the water.

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She opened her eyes. The world was so dark. She heard voices calling for her, but they were so far off. She was… floating. She sat up, and suddenly, the world was so bright! “Here… here!” She called her sisters. She was sitting in waist-deep water, chilled to the bone, but feeling… alive.

Her sisters emerged from the bushes…. “their eyes” she thought….. “they’re so crazy….” The younger sisters stomped into the water in their tattered clothes, splashing the magenta, lime, and blue colored water all over all three of them.

“Why is the wat….. my potions!!” She reaches for her potion satchel, it was emptied completely. All her potions had mixed. Surely that should have killed her, but yet…. maybe it was the underwater breathing potion that had saved her life, the potion of healing that had healed her zombie bites, the night vision potion that made the sun so damned bright……… her sisters….

“wait, get out of the water!!!” She saw droplets of the water, almost in slow motion flying through the splashes, going in the sister's mouth, eyes, nose…. she struggled and finally herself and sisters out of the water, though their clothes were completely drenched.

The youngest sister began shaking her head, it was as if she was trying to knock something out, “stop stop, the older sister said, grabbing her sister. She grabbed her head and looked into her eyes, they began to clear. Her eyes started to focus and become… aware?

“What is happening?” The young girl said, her voice so different. There was no rage, anger, no crazed shrieks.

“I don’t….” they heard a gasp from behind.

“What is happening to us?” The third sister had apparently, experienced the same effect. The three witches, no, maybe not witches, they were something else now, embraced and began to laugh.

The water nearby regained its clarity as it drained back into the river, that particular mixture of random potions in random amounts, never could be replicated.

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The three sisters took the name Umelee. As time went on, the Umelee sisters came to realize their creator, never intended them to be insane and just intended to help humans.

They regained their humanity, their sanity, and pledged to help humans, as their the elven woman they referred to as “mother” always wanted.

They recruited help from the nearby Monument to the Fallen to build a massive alchemy plant to mass-produce potions for the Nether War, draining water from the nearby lake and mixing potions for the war effort.

In time, these former witches, the Umelees became known as heroes of the war effort and celebrated across the land.

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Type

Room, Tower, Wizard

Parent Location

Monument to the Fallen