Session 4, N'Drak

N'Drak research notes, Highhelm, Five Kings Mountain, Date (to be corrected)

I remember living in the little growths in the shaded corners of Cloudspire, overhearing the stories of the creatures that live there. I also remember my clutch, being quick and scaled. I remember my theories about the possibility of using the center of Golarion Dwarven culture to infuse a clutch of new kobolds with the essense of Dwarfdom and seeing what that'd do. To my thinking, so called non magical ancestries have as much power to work with as, say, elementals or dragons. There is a power there. These plans have to be on hold for now, but the theories need not be. Apart from my memories of being a kobold being strangely subsumed, and new memories of being centuries old, but formless, floating into my mind, I've hit a logistical hurdle.

I died you know.

Feels strange being able to write that, with strangely clawless, spindly fingers. I'm grateful to still have a body, and thoughts, but this new fungus body of mine (Note: mainly Hymenochaetaceae, with at least some yeast fungus of all things included, if I'm not mistaken) feels very strange to me. I miss my tail, my scales, my proper teeth. The presence of some strange, thin, tough membrane like structures that I might be able to repurpose as wings seems promising, and I can at least still see in the dark. I am told my eyes are rather disturbingly reptilian, and the suggestion of extra dept to what appears to be my mouth now also frightens some of the more fleshy ancestries. Anyway, I digress, but I found it potentially useful to you, dear reader, to know what I'm currently dealing with, and why the direction of my thesis has shifted.

I am still a crafsperson skilled in the repair of antiquities. I am also still more interested in people than in magic, even my Earthblooded sorcerous powers (Note for further research: why does blood magic function in a body without actual blood?). And I still seek improvement of my ancestry's potential. But, since the ancestry changed and I've acquired about four to four and a half centuries of memories by regrowing (reincarnating, I am told) into this new body, it is time for a new project. (Note: ask my priest companion if this is Magrim's domain, as I suspect, being a reforging of the soul.)

This body is frail for a Leshy body, and I have none of the "nature-y" skills that are natural to the Leshy, nor do I speak Fey. (Note: I suspect that this is due to the reforging, see above. I am still previous me, but also new me. Sakvroth is still there, and I seem to remember that and Dwarven being the languages of my hatching.) This body needs improvement, and Leshy bodies are generally constructed/grown, and then inhabited. This, to me, implies that I should be able to reshape myself into a shape I feel more comfortable with, and with some luck, restore myself to some of my old draconic toughness, or get some of the natural toughness of a Leshy body to the fore. I might also be able to get the frills to work as wings, though the idea of flight feels a mite unnatural now. I do not feel quite comfortable with this shape of mine, so I'll need to ask the priest to store my old body away for future rebuilding. My Leshy soul should be able to live without this body, I hope.

Which reminds me of the Dwarven spirits and my official capacity here. They get to feel uncomfortable and foggy after death, with no reason for us to assume that'll get any better. We should really do something about that, it just doesn't seem right to leave them like that.

First things first though. The clan dagger of the old High King needs to be found, a son restored to his mother and his honour, and history needs to be corrected. Being able to live on just water and decay might help with that, because I suspect we'll need to go deep before this is over. And my new body appears to be harvestable for alchmical components, as long as I don't overdo it, so I'll still be able to help.