<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26/26<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 15     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 16   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><hr/><br/>Morgan awoke with a loud groan from the incredibly weird sensation of just having survived the apocalypse only to get thrown back into the world. Blinking up at the early day sky, she slowly sat up. What had she been doing right before this...? Oh, right. A bath in that nice little pond, and... And suddenly, Morgan gave a shrill yelp and jumped to her feet with a squishy splashing sound, looking at her flowing, slightly drooping hands. That she could see through. Then her eyes wandered further, over her body, and...<br/><br/>It was all she could do not to just pass out on the spot, though she did sink back down onto her 'knees' - which really, was mostly part of herself melting together into a puddle she was 'sitting' in as if she had actual control over this weird... form.<strong>"Wh...what happened to me?"</strong>She more squeaked than asked, blue slime hair hanging over part of her face. Bewildered, she glanced around the campfire, noticing others - others with actual clothes on, but Morgan didn't care right now. Mostly because it wasn't as if this slime body had anything necessary to hide. No sooner did she think that that her breasts formed two previously missing details, and with the slime in her face flushing red, she immediately had to concentrate to get those to go away again.<strong>"A-and where are we?! Did anyone else hear that voice? Or see what... what..."</strong>