Strelicer the Grand Master of Changelings

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Chapter 1

I have sat, waited and brutally slayed dozens of those who dare enter
my waters. I have beaten them to oblivion time and time again. I have
taken things from them that have the utmost value to me. These actions
are no careless, childish, foolish or reckless actions. I have been
called many things, from a blood hungry moron to a champion of the
seas. However, I disagree with both. For I am no blood hungry moron
blood hungry maybe, but a moron, I am not. As far as a champion of
the seas, indeed I have dominated the seas but I have come to discover that
in order for me to become the greatest champion of them all, I must be
granted the form my family of shamans spoke of! They spoke of the
knowledge of the shark as the greatest gift one could possess! I am
hungry to reveal this knowledge. That hunger drives my insanity within
the seas. I will not stop, I cannot stop until I am granted this
knowledge.
I have pleaded with master in hamsah mu'tazz time and time again.
I have told him of my dominance in the seas. I have prayed to the skies
of my growing power and dominance, hoping someone might listen....
And indeed one day my master did listen. I asked him of my worthiness
and if I had not yet proven my self to him. I needed him to see that I
was worthy of the knowledge of the shark. I needed him to see that my
terror on the seas was driven by this passion to learn that knowledge.
He spoke with me, he told me how I was not yet the master of the seas.
He did acknowledge however that I was getting close. But he asked me,
if I were to gain such insight into a shark, how would I carry out the
remainder of my life? This was question I had not pondered before. I
had not pondered this because the shamans had never taught me the
meaning of life. They only teased me with knowledge of being the lord
of the seas. Because of that, all I have known throughout my life is
to strive to be the lord of the seas.
To answer my masters question, if I were to obtain the insight into a
shark, I would be able to finally fulfill my legacy of truly being the
lord of the seas. I would then have nothing to prove to my master and
immortal gods other than to demonstrate how well I can use the insight
they have granted me. My hunger for blood will remain, but it will be
driven to serve the immortal lord of destruction, lord Cyradia the
Demon Goddess, Executioner of the Blind. It is to this lord that I
would owe my life's dedication. I would be determined to spread her
wrath and it will be to her that I will swear to please.

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Chapter 2

I have heard stories about my origins. Some say that I was abandoned in the Sea of
Despair as an infant. Others have told me that I was stripped away from my mother and
left to die in the swamps of Ysigrath. What I do know is that I was raised by a group
of Shamans that I claimed as my family. They treated me as one of their own. They raised
me according to their dark and evil philosophies. They rewarded me for my foul behavior
with ancient secrets of the murky depths. My fascination with the ocean instilled upon me as
a child drove, my passion for exploring the seas. As a child I would test my water breathing
for hours upon end in hopes to one day fulfill my dream of exploration into the unknowns of
the deep blue
When I had reached my teens, the Shamans believed that my destiny was
to become a master of the seas. They believed in me so much that they called upon
their gods to grant me the insight into shapeshifting.
The Shamans insisted that one day I would become the fiercest creature to roam the seas.
Eager to fulfill my dream, I immediately began my studies of shapeshifting. Soon after the gods
acknowledged my dedication to the arts of shifting and granted me my first form. I Braced my
self for some kind of powerful form and then chanted the words of my art and shifted into a penguin.
I could not help but laugh at myself and question if the gods had been mocking me. The
Shamans had scolded me for even thinking such a thought. They warned me to not question the
actions of the gods. So I embraced my ability to shift into a penguin. I Fought long and
hard as a penguin, trying to show the immortal gods that even as a penguin I can be
fierce.
My patience grew thin, my mind was beginning to grow far more powerful than the form I had
accepted. One evening, I overhead the Shamans chanting about my destiny and could not help
but to continue to listen. I heard words of blood shed and beasts. They mentioned the brutal
forces of the shark and its lust for blood. Some of them had questioned if I would ever have the
discipline to handle such a force. Other questioned if my mind would ever be strong enough to
embrace such a form. I resented them that night for under estimating me. I was determined to
prove them wrong. I continued to practice my arts even harder than before. A few years later
the gods had granted me insight into forms of a defensive nature. Over the years I had acquired
forms such as a wombat and a sand lizard, however my interest into these forms were limited.
Perhaps still impressed with my dedication and passion the gods had granted me with the insight
into a Hippopotamus. I was displeased with this form, for it was quite short of what I expected.
I began to doubt that I would ever be given the insight into a powerful form of the seas. I
questioned if the Shamans doubt had prevented the gods from granting me this insight. My anger
drove me mad and I began to slay any man I could find. I ripped through the flesh and bones of
my victims until there was nothing left of them. My rage filled my body and I thirsted for blood.
After years of observation, the Shamans informed my that I had passed their test and they were
sure that the gods would grant me insight into the brutal forces of the shark.
That next month the Shamans

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