Seren Brave Novice says, "That too."
You say, "Indeed? Yes, would that we all could have everything."
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "If you were an aslaran, you
could do better at the speed part."
You say, "I meant, more, how do you see yourself moving when you fight?"
Lendren passes his hands over his face and changes from a nimble faeling to a
regal aslaran before your eyes.
You say, "Do you knock down your enemies with great blows? Do you dart about,
striking at vital areas?"
Seren Brave Novice says, "How do you do that?"
You say, "With your mind’s eye."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Seren Brave Novice says, "Knock hem down and dart about."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
You say to Novice, "Perhaps it merely means that you will be satisfied with
whatever path you choose."
Seren Brave Novice says to Lendren, "How do you do that?"
You say to Novice, "If that is the case, it's nothing to worry about."
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says to Novice, "Do what?"
Seren Brave Novice says, "Change to aslaran."
You ponder the situation.
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "What change? I was always
aslaran!"
Lendren hides a grin behind his hand.

He is a regal aslaran and has a distant expression and posture, as if his
midnight eyes, hiding behind narrow-rimmed spectacles, are focused on something
far away. His fur is a deep chocolate brown and slightly ruffled and unkempt,
giving him a playful air. On his chest, barely visible when his robes shift, a
set of stark white patches in his fur look as if they were shocked into place,
though their shape can't quite be made out. He is wearing a parafilament purse,
a pair of bracers of midnight blue, traced with silver scrollwork, 2 powerplex
jewels, musician's fingerless gloves swirling with rainbow hues, a pair of
iridescent round spectacles, a pair of vined forestwalker's boots, a bard's
performance cloak, pale green greatrobes embroidered with musical imagery, a
dark blue coat.


The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Seren Brave Novice says, "I won't 'em all i one."
"Shh!" Lendren says to Elyonne, putting a finger to his lips.
Elyonne giggles happily.
Seren Brave Novice says to you, "I won't 'em all in one."
You say to Novice, "So I gather!"
Seren Brave Novice says, "Hmm...i'll pick blademaster."
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "That's what I was."
Lendren nods his head at himself.
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "But it wasn't bloody enough so I
took up music."
Lendren's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Seren Brave Novice asks Lendren, "Then how did you change from
Faeling?"
Lendren passes his hands over his face and changes from a regal aslaran to a
nimble faeling before your eyes.
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says to Novice, "I was always faeling!"
Lendren hums innocently to himself.
Seren Brave Novice asks, "First you was always aslaran now you
faeling?"
You give Lendren a pained sigh.
Lendren hums a happy tune.
Seren Brave Novice exclaims, "You can't be two races!"
Seren Brave Novice says, "I'm not stupid."
You tell High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane, "Our braves are delicate
enough as it is!"
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "I can be as many as I like. My
mother is a changeling!"
Seren Brave Novice says, "Your using illusions."
Lendren tells you, "Awww..."
"Ha!" Novice exclaims to Lendren with gusto.
You tell High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane, "If I find him jibbering to
himself along the alabaster road somewhere, I know who to blame."
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "A good illusionist never tells."
Lendren taps his nose knowingly.
Novice rolls his eyes skyward and splurts, "Pfffft."
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "But I really can change, too."
Seren Brave Novice exclaims, "You just told me...ha your using
illusions!"
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "Sure, but I can really change as
well."
Seren Brave Novice says, "How?"
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "I'm a changeling."
You say to Novice, "He is every race and no race at the same time."
Seren Brave Novice says, "Can you show me?"
Lendren puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!"
High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "First let me dispel the
illusion."
look lendren

He is a nimble faeling and has a distant expression and posture, perhaps because
of the locks of dark hair that insist on falling in front of his midnight eyes,
which hide behind narrow-rimmed spectacles. The only noteworthy trait of his
appearance is the vivid white scar, made more noticeable because of his
chocolate-brown skin, above his heart: four vertical lines, with a half-circle
surrounding one end, like a row of feline claw-marks and a bite, or the shape of
a mandolin. His rainbow wings usually are folded against his back when not in
use. He is wearing a parafilament purse, a pair of bracers of midnight blue,
traced with silver scrollwork, 2 powerplex jewels, musician's fingerless gloves
swirling with rainbow hues, a pair of iridescent round spectacles, a pair of
vined forestwalker's boots, a bard's performance cloak, pale green greatrobes
embroidered with musical imagery, a dark blue coat.
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High Bard Lendren Starfall, Cuirr Arrane says, "Okay, this is me with no
Illusions.”
Lendren strikes a pose.
Novice nods his head emphatically.
Lendren looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Lendren's body and features begin to melt like wax, then solidifies into an
aslaran.
You say, "Good choice."
"Wow!" Novice exclaims!
The corners of Lendren's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
You nod your head emphatically.
Seren Brave Novice says, "Wish i could be a changling."

Lendren passes his hands over his face and changes from a regal aslaran to a
graceful elfen before your eyes.

Lendren passes his hands over his face and changes from a graceful elfen to a
regal aslaran before your eyes.
Seren Brave Novice asks, "Your using a artie?"

You say to Novice, "But, I am most certainly not, and I take great pride in that
which I a... ugh..."

You say to Lendren, "If only you could sprout antlers as well."
You say to Lendren, "Then you'd be a jumble of confusion."

You close your eyes and let your etheric senses reach out to touch the spirit of
the ground. You find the environment here rebels against being tainted nothing,
and so you let its true nature reveal itself as that of nothing.

Jigan tells you, "Hrm, I got paid for a job and I still don't even have enough
for a prostitute. This is amusing."

Jigan tells you, "I think it says a lot about how much I make if I can't even
afford a prostitute."
*hides from Jigan*

Keeping in mind that Munsia has done the exact same thing before.

No, you've done it too, with a meld

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of
bright light.
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Shikha arrives following Ur'Myrmidon Thoros d'Murani, Justice of the Red Masque.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Thoros comes into view.
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Thoros lunges toward you, grabs you up in his arms, squeezes tightly and coos about how much he lurves you.
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Shikha leaves, following Ur'Myrmidon Thoros d'Murani, Justice of the Red Masque.
Thoros leaves to the south, emanating an aura of immense power.