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Within the halls of TSE, there was a room, with a metal door, covered in etchings. Behind that door was the personal forge of the shapeshifting blacksmith to the empire. The room was adorned with many different things, one wall had a bed, with many weapons hanging above it. A large chunck of the remaining space was taken by the various tools and nessecary facilities to create the amazing weapons that had come from this place. Any space left over was taken up by a rack, with shelves and shelves of books and scrolls.
Sitting on his bed, Tempist looked over his quaters, and thought for a long time. He needed somthing different in his life, he needed a change of some kind.... somthing didn't seem right... after a good long while, he looked up at his wall of weapons. He reached up, and grabed a broadsword from it. His father's broadsword, one of the finest ever crafted, far surpassing Tempist's own. He placed it next to him, and reached under the bed. He pulled out a black sheath, one that had straps for his back. He smiled, and sheathed the legendary (for him atleast) weapon, and stood up.
Somthing else had to change... it was him. He closed his eyes, and his body melted down into a metallic puddle, with a slight blue tint to him. Slowly, the puddle began to take form, as stubs grew out from the goo, and took form into legs. It grew more still, and a torso began to take shape... but that was all. No tail. The form continued to increase in height, and a chest took form, human in appearance. Muscular arms grew out from this, as did a head, with medium lenth hair. He opened his slate colored eyes, and looked down at his new body.
With a low smile, picked up the sword, and straped it onto his back. He also picked up his long saber, Infinity, and hooked it onto the side of his belt. He opened the door, and walked out into the halls, seeing if anyone would recodnize him.
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