For the longest time, he'd lived alone, in the woods and wilds that used to surround Torch. He'd never really known how he got there, or what he was, but he adapted, learning how to wield the forces that changed the area, and move without disturbing his home, traceless and unknown.
On one day, he saw a burst of light from Torch, and curiosity lead him to see what he would find. With his talents, he moved unnoticed, seeing grand marvels and savage cruelty. He kept visiting, eventually learning language, and how best to wield it. He learned happiness and sorrow, greed and sacrifice, want and whimsy, all as he investigated this source of curiosity. He eventually began to walk the streets himself, veiled to appear as one of them. The place became a second home.
Things changed, though. Those who called themselves the Technic League swelled in number and power, taking control of Torch and stripping down the forest for materials at a degree beyond merely excessive. And this angered him. For all he knew that change came to everything, this was the worst kind. They stole the bounty of town and tree alike, seizing it all for their own selfish sake. And he would not let this stand. He was far too attached by this point.
He could not fight, but he didn't need to. He had learned how to direct change as he wished through magic and word, and with this he would turn the town of the League, and the League on itself. Change was coming. And he would embody it.
|"Hmm? What do you want?"|-----|"They intend to do WHAT?! Whose intent is this?"|-----|"Thank you, citizen. I will see to this right now!"|
Changeling left, as the gunshots began to ring out from the place he once was. The Technic League would not have their way here.
