Jordanian the Grand Master of Changelings

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Chapter 9

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| Wondering through the wilderness I stalk my enemy |
| often I'll build a burrow so they can't see me. |
| Ornery is the least term to describe my temper |
| as the viscous qualities bring me to a sneer. |
| Liveliness and longevity spring forward and abound |
| from this beastly rodent as if a rabid hound. |
| Vile and ferocious inspires my newest identity |
| as I use my sharp claws to send folk to infinity. |
| Every claw-toed pace takes me closer to face |
| all of my enemies in-discrepant of their race. |
| Running or rummaging, neither make the difference |
| as this shape is the essence of a death experience. |
| Inner strength flows from within while under the |
| thick brown and white fur if the meanest me. |
| Neither above land or below the waves has allowed |
| me such freedom as the mystical gills do now. |
| Eerie is the calm exuded before the storm within |
| which brews hectically with a heinous spin. |
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Role

Chapter 8

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| Otherworldly power and stamina abound within |
| as I rocket through the waves with a spin. |
| Rational swiftly evacuates from the eyes of foes |
| who wish they could run in steed of franticly row. |
| Casually diving and gathering fish to feed all |
| who travel with me at their or my beacon call. |
| After acquainting my small frame within giant shape |
| I was finally able to understand all it can take. |
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PK Statistics

Role

Chapter 7

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| Oscillations of the taunt muscles under the skin |
| reminisce of all wonders of the feline kin. |
| Circling in shadows and foliage unseen are |
| the quiet, cunning, filleter's and giver of a scar. |
| Evolving in a more sleek and sinister lifeline |
| who's senses of sight and sound pass a canine. |
| Lithe, cunning, and a keen penchant for dexterity |
| passes through with grace and yield disparity. |
| Other felines may share very similar spots but |
| the surprising wild strikes send men to their huts. |
| Through all of the time I spend within this shape |
| instinct seems to guides my attacks to the nape. |
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Role

Chapter 6

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| Biting, tearing, sensing the blood of the wound |
| heralded the end of my enemy would come soon. |
| After a frenzy of tearing jaws and many a slice |
| the sight of which instills the coldness of ice. |
| Running or floating above the calm water's surface |
| does not hide one when I fulfill my purpose. |
| Rage does not help the weak and sickly dear |
| but face the maw of viscous teeth to evoke fear. |
| Although my might may overpower my speed, |
| in the end, I'd keep my right to feed. |
| Cuddly is not within this amphib's complexion |
| but fight beside me and feel the relaxation. |
| Utter fear is struck deep within many a foe |
| because of the love of limb, hand, feet and toe. |
| Delving deep into the depths of any waves |
| feeling at home even swimming through caves. |
| Arduous is the constant movement to sustain life |
| but ever propelling oneself forward abides strife. |
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Role

Chapter 5

On the precipice of an autumn nights eve, I set out toward the sea. Still
within my thoughts, dwelled the ideas and concepts I'd come to embrace, as
part of the guild. I would glide over the waves and did enjoy the cool
water's haze which silently drifted upon it's gilded path toward the coming
sun's wrath. Twas here that my desire was settled and my path drew clearer,
from then on, I decided that this was my path as a shifter.

Sip by sip I drew back a local brew, some moons later, and did construe that
to pair with my aquatic shapes I wished, a shape that trampled, swiped or
hissed.The maw nor claw of common animals would not do but something with
vicious horns, talons and maw, I sought, above all. Offensive shapes were my
only concern after a large time and great wine, that I finally did divine, in
kind.

I strove forward momentously with these shapes for many a day. Learning as
much as I could, enjoying their sensations, feeling with my every fiber and
being. As my limbs shifted and a new form I did take, recalling my natural
gnomish skills was nearly an impossibility. Where weak, slow flesh had once
been, I'd grow thick fur, sharp claw, or agile fin. These sensations became
one of my greatest joys.

The river of time flowed by and my appreciation grew of my newfound traits
but I eventually learned of those who would hate. Different factions from
one side to another. Wishing to overthrow balance, gain power, standing,
destruction.. None of which stood well for me. As I'd grown very comfortable
with magic and didn't wish to lose it, I began seeking those who'd protect
it.

While still young within the guild, I did encounter a dwarf of substantial
form. Puhguly, he was called. I recalled readily due to the funny name.
Introduced me to some likeminded individuals who too, wished to protect
magic. A few decanters later, I was convinced that if those who'd protect
magic wished to keep this "balance" that they could be onto something.
Before too long I'd earn my place there too.

Role

Chapter 4

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| Bugling and bellowing as if I'm the best |
| the sensation of strength is no simple jest. |
| Unlike those who dwell upon the waves |
| the horns and hooves trample and raze. |
| Learning brown eyes and a terrible snort |
| elude to a temperament unlike any sort. |
| Lunging and lounging are my bovine traits |
| but no one pokes a beast of such weights. |
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Role

Chapter 3

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| Often as powerful as it is playful in this shape |
| are the ingredients for an interesting mate. |
| Tumbling, trembling, teasing in kind, |
| all those around with which to mime. |
| Tight, muscular limbs endlessly flexing |
| with nothing more than instinct as perplexing. |
| Every dexterous movement, scampering on land |
| translating to enjoyment with water at hand. |
| Riding the waves with ease and bliss |
| allowing its fur to shine with the sun's kiss. |
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Role

Chapter 2

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| Soft white feathers and powerful wings, there |
| certainly aren't any better things. |
| Willful is the swan in which I feel that flutter |
| above the waves as well as any other. |
| Abundant are the sounds that echo through my mind |
| as others respond in kind. |
| Never before have I felt more alive within |
| as the time in this shape with my kin. |
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Role

Chapter 1

Amongst my earliest childhood memories reside the muffled grumblings and
torment of living under quarreling parents. So many, so, so many, sleepless
nights passed as their twisted assortment of words would wake me ever and
ever again. I languished and wallowed in this unending torment until old
enough to forgo their aid in survival and sat out upon my own.

As a young man, living on my own was of some challenge but with a good deal
of luck I survived into adulthood. The years passed and my travels were
frequent. I'd bounce from city to city always keeping inconspicuous and, at
times, unscrupulous companions.I hadn't bothered to know my unloving
bringers of life but before long I knew who they were.

Among a quaint dwelling, while sipping a small glass of wine, my fated
confrontation gave way to a new life. A diminutive pair of regal looking men
walked through the twined doors, a look of concentration upon their brow.
Quickly they trudged over to my table uttering words of arrest and ill
repute.It seemed my noble parents finally wished "their heir" returned as
if a lost bauble.

Myself, being one not to cause trouble, threw the table and all it's rubble,
toward their faces and raced out the back with all hastiness. Franticly I
dashed through the dark streets meeting, with my good friend Din'keetin.
Mr.Keetin I bayed, please hide me this day. He grabbed my shoulder and
forced me to utter some words and a miracle occurred.

Quickly my features augmented providing the guise needed to avoid the deft
pursuit of of the studious pair. They couldn't tell it was me, hide nor
hair. From that day on forward, I wouldn't be their ward. Inside the guild
of shapeshifters I'd enlist and onward and inside it, would I exist.

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