Geleton
A Geleton is a strange and tragic fusion—part reanimated skeleton, part sentient ooze. Brought into being through arcane accidents, wild magic zones, or the meddling of reckless necromancers and alchemists, geletons are not born but formed. When a wayward ooze consumes a skeleton charged with necromantic energy, the two entities merge into something new—a confused, stumbling amalgamation of bone and slime, wandering through the world with no clear past and no certain future.
Geletons are visibly grotesque but oddly pitiful. Their bones are coated in glistening gel, with tendrils of goo pulsing between ribs and joints, replacing missing flesh with shifting, translucent matter. Some have partial skulls, others are held together by ooze alone. Many slosh slightly as they move, bones creaking as the ooze tugs them forward. Their form constantly shifts and reforms, as if even their body isn’t sure what it wants to be.
Mentally, most geletons begin their existence blank, with fractured impulses from both skeleton and slime battling within them. One part of them remembers death; the other remembers hunger. Some are docile and curious, others instinctively aggressive, and many oscillate between the two without warning. Their first days—or decades—are often spent aimlessly wandering forgotten tombs, old battlefields, or deep swamps, searching for meaning, prey, or simply safety.
Despite their unorthodox origins, geletons can grow. The fusion may stabilize over time, creating something uniquely sentient—a being who is both living and undead, monster and thinker. Those who gain awareness often retain odd, patchwork personalities—speaking in riddles, mimicking the speech patterns of the dead, or adopting the habits of adventurers they stumble across. Some even seek companionship, driven by flickers of memory or longing that neither the ooze nor skeleton ever had alone.
Most civilizations view geletons as dangerous oddities or undead threats, and many are destroyed on sight. However, certain necromancer guilds, arcane universities, and ooze cults see them as miracles of convergence—a chance to study the fusion of life, death, and sentience. In regions where magic runs wild or decay rules supreme, geletons may even gather in broken ruins, sharing half-memories and building strange, goo-bound communities.
Few creatures understand the geleton. Fewer still trust them. But in the margins of the world—where magic, death, and madness blur—they continue to roam, questioning who they were, what they are, and what they might yet become.
