<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/><em>'Danger to life is fine to face, but...'</em>he trailed off, unsure of how to even construct the rest of his argument. Instead he'd sigh in an odd mix of frustration and relief as she massaged his ears and poured her calmness into him. So thoroughly in fact, he felt a splash hit his forehead. Looking up again he saw the glitter of tears in her black eyes and he was nearly overcome with shock.<em> 'Don't do that. I mean, you don't have to...'</em>Was it a weakness for him to protect her against displaying publicly? Or was it a relief. He felt bitterness and sweetness both in the mixture. Did it feel this good to cry so openly? Were there things worth crying for outside of the death of family?<br/><br/>And she carried on as if it were nothing. Some part of him felt jealous at that fact, but other parts felt a joy that he hadn't ruined her mood entirely. When her tease came, his first thought was a shameless<em>'Both,'</em>and, knowing how connected they were, he didn't bother to correct himself.<br/><br/>What came next was a torrent of information. No, slivers of feelings and sensations so numerous he felt he might drown in them. That was until her presence steadied him and pulled him from the flood and muck. He felt the weight of expectation on her shoulders, multiplied by each member of a large family; he felt her shame as she compared herself to her siblings; he felt her need to explore, to escape, to seek elsewhere...<br/><br/><em>'You are like me...'</em>the thought came and went easily, yet it left its mark as emotion stung at his eyes.<br/><br/>Then the yelling started. He thought it was part of her memory at first, but it was too harsh, to heavy, to be a part of her guidance. His eyes flew open as the haze shattered under the weight of the mental shouts, and understanding and empathy was instantly replaced by irritation towards the humans--bodyguards?--who'd interrupted it. He hopped to his feet with her assistance and followed her towards a side hall, a laughter escaping him both mentally and physically as this escape from authority brought him back to the days of his youth. The good days.<em>'Lead the way, Princess'</em>