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!EabccEYuUs 07/01/11(Fri)02:02 No.15440316
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You think on the night, and decide that there will be a place for revenge at a later time. You look at your slave, the poor, unfortunate underling. She has proven useful thus far, and if there is any indication, she is, albeit unwilling, a focus of your link with Tzeentch. She feels your gaze and stirs, looking at you with only the slightest of grimaces.
"Go back to sleep." you snort as you get up.
She seems to want to say something, but the mark glows on her head and her eyes shut against her will, and she falls to her side, asleep and dead to the world. With that taken care off, you focus your attention on your hand.
What a strange color, you note, and the black stubs still make you wonder.
"Go on... or are you... frightened... of the risk?" the raven draws out, flying from the slave to your shoulder. You glare at the bird, but you know that as acidic as he is, he has only brought you good fortune, even with the cost...
You nod, and you whisper the names of your god. The change happens instantly. Like watching fern fronds extend the barbs sprout and unfurl into strange blue and purple hued feathers. Soon your entire forearm is covered, with a long crest going from the elbow to the wrist, tipped with a shocking pink.
Your smile grows as your fingers extend and turn a yellow, the bones cracking as they reform into a bird's talon!
You laugh at the marvelous transformation. An obvious sign of favor from the Raven God!
You sit and watch as the transformation occurs. What next, though? (Roll 2d12 and an action. First die being the priority given, the second die being the effectiveness of your action. First five rolls will be considered.) |
