Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-24736819-20170128215555

(Not a daedric form, it is his true form and you kinda ignored Humble's post so I'll overwrite...)

Pan was confused when the tendrils that once helped him were now trying to toss large chunks of the fallen walls or houses at him. Easily, the colossal monstrosity that was the halfgod swatted away the projectiles before they reached his open wound where Bouros was being reborn.

Now, able to control his actions without anything or anyone to get in his way, Pan resumed his destruction of the city. He used his gigantic hook to smash a few houses nearby before he used his free hand to grab the debris of those houses and toss towards the Blue Palace as if he was a trebuchet.

...

Bouros awakened.

"What the bloody...", at first, the big man was confused about where he found himself.

The smell was horrible, rot. The whole place seemed like a nightmarish flesh cave, filled with a thin layer of green gas. Bouros attempted to lift himself up and felt the his skin burning as he touched the gas and suddenly it all came to him.

"Giant bastard!", he let out moments before punching the flesh walls of the cave with all his might.