Tale of a Shapeless One

[JaeEleutheria]

A young looking red-headed woman leaned against the tree in Daris by Popper’s Rock. Her pointed ears gave way she was probably not as young as she looked. She appeared to be deep in thought.

Those that greeted her she gave a polite nod but nothing more. Those that tried more conversation with her found she had little to say and occasionally slipped into either elvish or druidic without much thought.

After yet another person tried to say hello and his buddy was rude, Mercii Kai-Dama just shifted into the form of a panther, frightening even the polite one. The now large feline simply sighed.

I am more of the solitary sort. I belong to no one race. Elves who believe in their own superiority of all the races annoy me. I was born an elf, but I am not one now. I was trained a druid, but I have progressed into a different life. I have no one form. My kind can choose which ever form, race, etc. suits our situation.

I haven’t quite figured out how to socialize, this whole thing about dealing with other people. I know the language but find talking frivolous. I’m more about getting down to business – about finding out what ill has taken over this land. Ki doesn’t share secrets – just that I probably should find Arch Druid Cirran of the Great Grove.

But I am not a druid. Maybe that was my roots, but it is not who I am. What use is going to see the Arch Druid to me? I have no set form and no set quest, I just suppose I wish nature’s balance be maintained.

“Miss Mercii?”

A large feline head bumped the red headed spearman’s leg.

“Oh, you’re a cat now… never mind that. Wish to join me in hunting the minotaurs up near that nice newly being built fort?”

Suddenly the panther turned into a small red dragon, shocking the man. “I’m in,” she said, showing the man she can breathe fire.