Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150130214457/@comment-26245872-20150201201840

The healer found that the connection between Aclasus and his mortal host were severed. He could control the body, but he could not use it's senses. This could not be healed by any normal healer. Part of his memories were fractured too. He only remembered glimpses of his family and wife.

He was still muttering phrases in multiple languages. One of them being Akaviri, where he randomly retold a story of a warrior who gave his soul to a forgotten god. --- The rebels packed everything up, and they looked at Karonor. He looked at Hannah, keep this a secret.

Before explaining further, he removed his leather chest plate. He shrieked at the sky, and his arms began growing hair rapidly. They extended into wings.

His feet, which were bare, began to change. His ears became shorter, and then his nose and mouth began expanding into a beak.

An aura surrounded him, covering him. When it dissipated, it revealed what he had transformed into.

A Werevulture.

--- Syinter smiled. "That's a good idea, I've never been there."

He was of course, lying, as he had technically 'been' there when traveling through the memories of dead Vulcan worshippers.