Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-24280666-20170116030218

Elric nodded his head, striking his legs continuously, still trying to figure it out. Halfway through a strike, he could no longer see his arms. Suddenly, his eyes felt cold, as he felt something akin to smoke eminating from them. He attempted to strike his leg again, but he could not, as his arm simply went through where he was certain his leg was.

"That's probably not good..." he said, before realizing his voice sounded chilled. Was this what he had turned into earlier? He seemed to be himself, albeit more powerful, and engulfed in black smoke, as well as invisible.

"Huh."

Elric stood, and stuck out his arm. Jabbing a finger out, he felt a black, tendril-like thing made of smoke shoot out of him, reaching across the room, and grabbing his pack. Pulling his arm back in surprise at the fact he could feel the leather on the backpack, he felt himself rise slowly, until he was hovering about thirty centimetres off the ground. Resisting the urge to scream, he willed himself to move forward, and he did, with the smoke that was encasing him doing the work.

With a smile, he played around the room for a bit, learning to use the tendrils and the smoke. When he was satisfied with his knowledge, he realized he had no idea how to return to his physical form. Bowing his head into a prayer, he spoke to Nocturnal, her image appearing in his head, as if he were infront of her.

''Ah, my sweet, sweet Elric... Back from the dead, and ready to kill the enemies of your God.''

"Well, I could start with learning how to go back to being myself." Elric frowned.

''Ah yes, nothing but your own will and it shall be done. Be mindful that while physical attacks will not harm you in this state, Magic, especially Conjuration school, will be thrice as powerful on you, as you have no flesh to ground you in this plane. ''

"Well, at least I have a metallic plate." He quipped, willing himself to change back. Falling to the floor and gasping for air, he felt the cold air in his lungs, the floor on his hands and knees, and the pain of the metallic bodyparts.

Fare thee well Elric, and exact my vengeance on those who would betray me.

"Fuck that, I'll start with trying to keep myself from vomiting." Elric replied, getting to his feet and wandering over to his pack, looking for rations.