Zircea, Slime Nation

>Name of faction: The Sea of Zircea
>Leader of faction: Zircea
>Race: Pink Acid Slime

>Fluff: Born in the Deadlands Zircea was like most slimes. Utterly mindless and utterly formless. She wandered searching for food and avoiding those that could harm her acidic mass. She found an old abandoned ruin and slipped inside. She to this day doesn't know what sparked her mind to form, to think, to wonder, but when she did she did her best to learn. She learned to read from writings on the walls. From then on she learned from the tomes on the shelves and she learned of people, of magic, and of building things. She devoured the knowledge as voraciously as she devoured what little food she could find. From those tomes she took a shape, one she felt pleasing, and from those tomes she took a name.

However hunger drove her from her new home but she always came back to learn more.

Her forays to the outside world were just as tough as before, but those things that were once out of her reach were no longer as big a threat as before thanks to knowledge of magic and she grew larger and larger. Until one day after a particular large meal she shattered. All the baby slimes wiggled and jiggled. And then laughed. And took a familiar form. For all were Zircea. It seems whatever magic that gave them a mind was of stronger stuff then a slime's reproduction.

>Color: Pink

>Bonus:
(Library of old) You have access to an ancient library of history and magic, although it has been ravaged and many things are incomplete within it

(You and yourself) Your entire civilization are simply freshly born clones of yourself

>Population: 140
>Food: Normal
>Faith: None
>Tech: Basic
[Fire Magic]: Basic
>Moral: Very High
>Armed Forces: None
>Buildings of Note:
[Comfortable Homes]
[Deadland Farms]
>Achievements of Note: None