<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 had tried to warn Eucera about the people accidentally barring her way but even he had noticed too late. He was a little too mellowed, even now, to be as on edge as he was 90% of the time. On the stairs and thinking back, he realized he'd seen a familiar face surrounded by a pair of lovely faces and forms. It brought on a smirk. Looked like she was going to have some fun tonight. He could just imagine it.<br/><br/>Oh right, he had to keep himself from imagining too much with this Hive link active.<br/><br/>Speaking of, Eucera wanted him to hold in his thoughts, a concept that earned a resounding<em>'Huh?'</em>from him. While he had been accused of being brainless many, many times growing up, his thoughts ran too fast rather than just not existing. What she was proposing seemed impossible. The first thing he could think to do was hold his breath and hope it slowed his thinking, but without the need to breathe it didn't seem to help much.<br/><br/>Running up the stairs just behind the princess, he tried to force himself not to think about staircases or escape...or bee-like abdomens and avoiding their stingers. Realizing that this was working against his goals entirely, he thought back to home. To the last time he'd run away like this with a friend in tow. More than a friend, though they refused to admit it even to themselves. The sting of rejection after their last intimate moments, when they had to face the reality of their duties to their families and to their land.