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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord Pendragon" data-source="post: 1903763" data-attributes="member: 707">I like the concept.  If a party member dies, the Chameleon can step in to fill the void.  If the party knows it will be facing a certain kind of enemy, the Chameleon can change focus to bring more force to bear on its weakness.  A Chameleon seems like it could be an especially good cohort class.The flavor text doesn't appeal to me, though.  "Mimic Mansion?"  Ugh.  As a DM, I'd probably dump the flavor text whole, and come up with a unique explanation for any Chameleon to appear in the campaign.Consider Leora, a former thief in the grand city of Sestania.  A competent expert, she was hired on by a disgruntled hedge wizard to steal an item of magical intrigue from a professor at the local College of Necromancy.The caper started off well, as Leora managed to circumvent the College's security easily enough and quickly locate the item in question, a large crystal sphere of about the size of a human head.  But just as she was about to filch the Orb of Eternal Life and make her escape, one of the guards (intending to sup from a hidden bottle of grog tucked away among the oddities,) walked in on her.Leora can probably be forgiven for what happened next.  She panicked.  And in her panick, she forgot the stern warning given to her by her employer.  "Do not touch the Orb with your bare hands!"  Touch it she did, and as she'd never had a lick of magical training in her life, she was completely unprepared for the flood of spirits that rushed into her body, eager to escape their centuries-long confinement in the Orb.  They overwhelmed her, and her last coherent thought was that her employer was not going to be pleased at all.She awoke in a magical cell, her head hurting something fierce.  Her thoughts felt...fuzzy.  Indistinct.  A babble of voices filled her ears, as if she were standing in a crowded room.  Shaking her head to clear her confusion, she looked around and found her cell unguarded.  After all, what need did the College of Necromancy have of guards?  They were wizards, and she was not.  Of course, her cell was spelled, and she did not have the magical knowledge to undo it.Or did she?  One of the voices in her head grew louder, more insistant.  It was hard to make out what it was saying, but she was almost certain it was trying to help her.  Leora sat down on her cot, closed her eyes, and focused on that single voice, trying her best to bring it to the forefront of her mind, while forcing all the others into silence.After nearly an hour, she succeeded in suppressing most of the voices in her mind, until only the one lone voice remained.  It giggled inside her head, and whispered arcane words she'd never known...until now.Leora pointed at the door to her cell, and cast Knock.The Orb, Leora realized as she cast Invisibility over herself to allow her to sneak past the clerk at the front desk.  It's done something to me.  The voices were more than just voices.  They were talents.  They were knowledge.They were power.So long as she remained in control, anyway.  Leora shook her head.  She wasn't sure if what had happened to her had been a good thing, or a bad thing.  Only time would tell.  Leora shrugged her shoulders, then cast Alter Self to take the form of a nondescript layworker, the better to blend in when she left the jailhouse.  On the way out, she picked up a sword from a storage locker.She had never used a greatsword in her life.  But another voice was calling to her...</blockquote>

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