My name is Isaac DeWinter, and I’m...a necromancer. Well The Necromancer...of Mothlight Meadows at least...DeWinter’s are always necromancers, it’s in our blood. Although we aren’t like a family or a house or a clan of some kind.

I was born a DeWinter, but I didn’t really realize until....when something bad happened. Before me, the DeWinter was a legendary necromancer named Beatrice, who could, and has, filled full sections of libraries with how she revolutionized our craft, and was a hero a thousand times over, eventually even helping build the town of Mothlight Meadows. 

But we weren’t related. Technically Beatrice was me, she was who I was before she died, my past life. So technically I did all those things...except Isaac, me, hasn’t done anything. And it's hard to to think about how I could measure up to an actual real life legend.

The town expects me to replace her. They have to, it’s even written into the town charter. ‘Necromantic duties shall only be performed by the current DeWinter.’ Me.

I’m still trying to get caught up and have the things that should be general maintenance back into a place where they should be. Mothlight spent eight years without a Necromancer, or a Gravekeeper, so unlife got very unruly in the eight years before Tracey showed up.

Tracey is a very big help, and the best Gravekeeper a Necromancer could ask for. There’s barely anything I have to do with the graves anymore, though that still left all of the haunted areas of Mothlight. And I haven’t even had a chance to visit any of the undead neighborhoods yet. Hopefully they were doing alright without their city councilman. Maybe I should see if Dante can perform any of those duties.

Except he was still pretty busy with getting all of my...uhm possessions under my name again. Apparently there was a lot of legalese you had to jump through when you name yourself in your will. Also something about having stuff under my name in other realms and universes? I haven’t had the time to mentally unpack that yet, and my hand hurts from all the documents I have to sign. Also I think my signature is changing?

Can’t unpack that now either.

When Cornelius, my familiar, awoken the DeWinter part of me, I learned a lot of basic necromantic magics really fast, but just enough to keep me alive, and to process...the others. I still had so much to learn and it didn’t help that I was having trouble finding the...my library or study.

Rickett has been trying to help, too. In trying to find the more educational chambers in the manor, and in what he knew about some basic necromancy. It wasn’t his usual expertise, but he picked up some things second hand from Beatrice, and from just being a Revenant for as long as he has. 

I also recently made a friend with someone in town. Sort of in town. She lives in the woods. Her name is Hildr, and...well she’s strange but she’s also super nice and likes to help me. She’s also super supportive and like really strong. I’m almost positive she could lift a small house if she tried. Her biceps are as big as my head and she makes me feel safe. Which, given my profession and lack of experience is a really great boon to have on hand.

Dante recently told me about this haunted hotel in town called Sterling Heights that is having weird not ghost issues. But the Proprietor still asked for me specifically and when I asked Dante why we would handle that he said that I was the owner of the hotel apparently. I hoped one day I’d get used to finding out all the stuff I owned. Or that I’d learn it all real soon.

Hildr agreed to come with me, though. Or I guess insisted is the better word. The second she learned it wasn’t ghost related she said she wanted to make sure I’d be safe, and didn’t trust my ‘weak nerd arms’ to be up to the challenge.

It made me laugh.

We’re going to the Innsmouth Diner tonight for some late night breakfast, and then heading off to the hotel. Both to hopefully fix whatever the issue is and to visit...my hotel? I guess?

Wish me luck...uhm...whoever’s listening?