<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gcjDU3q.jpg?1)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Juro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16182786#msg16182786)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Rabbit Elf/Druid<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>Armor:</strong>2<strong>XP:</strong>5/8<strong>Coin:</strong>50<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 13 [+1]  Constitution: 15 [+1]  Dexterity: 9 [+0]<br/>Intelligence: 8 [-1]  Wisdom: 17 [+2]  Charisma: 12 [+0]<br/><br/><strong>By Nature Sustained</strong><br/>You don’t need to eat or drink. If a move tells you to mark off a ration just ignore it.<br/><br/><strong>Spirit Tongue</strong><br/>The grunts, barks, chirps, and calls of the creatures of the wild are as language to you. You can understand any animal native to your land or akin to one whose essence you have studied.<br/><br/><strong>Shapeshifter</strong><br/>When you call upon the spirits to change your shape, roll+WIS. • On a 10+ hold 3. • On a 7–9 hold 2. • On a miss hold 1 in addition to whatever the GM says.<br/><br/>You may take on the physical form of any species whose essence you have studied or who lives in your land: you and your possessions meld into a perfect copy of the species’ form. You have any innate abilities and weaknesses of the form: claws, wings, gills, breathing water instead of air. You still use your normal stats but some moves may be harder to trigger—a housecat will find it hard to do battle with an ogre. The GM will also tell you one or more moves associated with your new form. Spend 1 hold to make that move. Once you’re out of hold, you return to your natural form. At any time, you may spend all your hold and revert to your natural form.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Animals</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blasted Wasteland: Honey badgers (bear-sized max); axe beaks; lions; dire wild dogs; zebra; blood hawks; spiders; <acronym title="Camouflage: spend 1 hold to shift your skin to match your surrounding environment. Gain +1 to any stealth-based moves while within that environment. Camouflage breaks when you enter an area with a significantly different coloration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extendo tongue: spend 1 hold to shoot out your tongue to grab a small creature/item from a distance.">chameleons</acronym>; death adders; and crocodiles<br/>Great Forest: deer, elk, bears, birds, small mammals, boar, monkeys, apes, reptiles, wolves, dire wolves, tree squid</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Studied Essence</strong><br/>When you spend time in contemplation of an animal spirit, you may add its species to those you can assume using shapeshifting.<br/><br/><strong>Formcrafter</strong><br/>When you shapeshift choose a stat: you take +1 ongoing to rolls using that stat while shifted. The GM will choose a stat, too: you take -1 ongoing to rolls using that stat while shifted.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Juro nodded at his response, a smile slowly forming on his face as he took in the pleasing cadence of her voice. When her eyes landed on his ears, he steeled himself for what might come. And as he feared, she commented. "Not cute. Just my Druidic Tell," he replied. It sounded a little practiced. "But thank you for your intent," he added with a nod, still smiling. He was learning, if slowly, that LiveLanders truly saw 'cuteness' as a favorable thing. It made no sense, given how often 'cute' and 'prey' intertwined, but when in Wyrmfell...<br/><br/>"<em>You </em>are quite cute," he complimented, or at least tried to. Part of him expected her to challenge him in some way after hearing those words.<br/><br/>He watched her twirl the pipe between four hands and once she held it out to him, he chuckled and gave her performance a light, casual applause. "Queen's Tarr?" he echoed, ears perking. So he was right. She<em>was</em>challenging him, and it was a worthy one. Fair.<br/><br/>"An honor. I wish I'd brought something potent grown in my homeland, but I left in a bit of a hurry." He took the seat beside her and lifted the pipe to his lips for a long drag. Normally he would've taken the smallest inhale at most, just to show civility and thanks, but while he wasn't Sect he was undead. He thought back to all the drink it took to affect his senses, and happily held the smoke in for a time before letting it flow from his mouth and nostrils.