The following is an account of the shiftling's first 24 hours on Craton II.

Hour One.

They wake up in a nice little spore sack in the underbrush. It's peaceful, and a wonderful way to come into the world. Some foraging for food happens, then the shiftling starts walking in any direction.

 

Hour Two.

They come upon the nearby campsite of some tourist light elves. Initially, everyone is asleep, so the shiftling pokes around, taking a blanket because it's soft, a pocketwatch because it's shiny, and also finds their radio. The shiftling turns it on and flicks back and forth between stations until it wakes the light elves and they shoo the shiftling away with a metal dagger, which is now the shiftling's.

 

Hour Five.

Starts to get hungry again, has been playing with shapechanging into light elves and listening to/mimicking the radio for a few hours. Comes across a traveling salesman in the road who offers to sell him something for that nice radio. Hell no, that's the shiftling's favorite radio. Gets some free samples and walks away. Really liked those free samples. Goes back and takes the salesman's satchel. Complete with a Guinea Pig, some healing draughts, some poison (was gross, do not recommend), gunpowder (also gross), clothes, and 5 days of rations. Drinks 3 healing draughts. Yum.

 

Hour Six.

Stopped on the road by a Sheriff Coyotl, who is looking for the thief of a salesman's satchel. Is handcuffed and clocked. Forcefully dragged off to jail and chained up.

 

Hour Twelve.

Observes Coyotl while in jail cell. Manages to squeeze out of the chain around foot and through the bars when unattended. Steals guard's uniform and recovers radio and possessions.

 

Hour Thirteen.

Being pursued by Coyotl and townsfolk through the village. Stops by a tailor shop and steals a disguise. Learns to solidify skin more. Steals shiny silver pieces. Visits a local farm and eats all the cheese and milk until discovered by the farmer's young child (farmer is in the pitchfork riot). Child and shiftling play a game of darts until the farmer comes home and chases them with his pitchfork into the barn.

 

Hour Fourteen.

Trapped in barn with mob all around yelling. Barn begins to burn and shiftling escapes with smoke inhalation. Townsfolk think they burned to death.

 

Hour Sixteen.

Sherrif Coyotl sees the shiftlingon the outskirts of town and gives chase on riding llama. Shiftling hides until Coyotl dismounts then steal the riding llama.

 

Hour Twenty-Two.

Exaustedly rides into town, running from Coyotl all night.

 

Hour Twenty-Three

Fascinated by the clock in the train station. Messes with it a bit. Follows the loud noises and listens to the radio.

 

Hour Twenty-Three.

Steals the stationmaster's shiny whisle, and hops on a boxcar travelling somewhere.

After their time spent in sensory deprivation, the shiftling now knows that by far the most dangerous thing is the dark. They will do almost anything to regain sight if it is lost, including set fires. Silence also makes them incredibly uneasy.

The shiftling knows two things. Xiuhcoatl is good, and those in charge are bad. In charge of what matters not: the company, the country, the craton, the world. Nothing is clear and everything is a mess.

Extremely friendly to those who are not directly hostile, but has a tendency to lie if the person possess something that catches the shiftling's eye.