Grey fur, flowing grey robes, magical trinkets by the cartload and a wizard's staff.

From Create Your Own Story

The voice inside your head whistles.

Damn. A Grey Seer!

Is that good or bad?

Both. If you knew what you were doing, this body would be a ticket straight to the good life. As it is, it just straps a massive target to your back. It'd be difficult to survive as this, without any skills, but if you learned fast enough you might make it.

Well, that's an issue. You're going to ask what skills you'll need, when another voice in your head pipes up.

What are you morons doing with my body?

Wait, who's that gu- rat?

You'd swear your guide sighs. It's the voice of the original owner of the body you're in. It's a rare complication with possession, but it's more common in magic-using bodies. He'll hang around in here and probably disparage both of us and anything we do or say.

Well, that's extreme. Hang on, your body can hear voices from elsewhere in the room.

Best to listen, fool-meat. They'll be planning your downfall, and I don't want my old body killed because some stupid spirit doesn't know how to play politics.

Yes, you probably should listen in. He might be a total egomaniac, but he knows what he's doing.

You sigh and turn yourself to the task of listening. They're on the other side of the room, so you couldn't possibly hear them clearly... right?

Then again, you're in a new body, with different senses. In this case, better hearing. You can hear them clear as day. If there was day down here. They are:

• Two of your apprentices, taking the opportunity to plot your downfall while you were gazing into space.
• Three of your superiors, sending you off on a dangerous mission to a remote part of nowhere.

Your Character
Species	Skaven	Equipment: Horns, wizard's staff, robe.
Gender	Male
Arousal	None