Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-24736819-20170729042726

(Lazzy, do you want a back and forth here with the peasants or can I take over the battle on my own?)

From behind the two peasants who initially approached him a third one popped out, carrying a sharpened stick.

"Lemme have at it first!", the man, who seemed to be a breton, growled.

Drac frowned and his relaxed semblant quickly turned into an angry one. A breton. He felt his powers reaching out to his fellow heroes at the same time his anger grew. A breton.

"What is wrong, kid? Cat got your tongue? Too bad it left the head on still, but I can fix that!", the peasant slowly approached the youngling, unaware of what he was about to witness.

For the first time in all those five years he had been studying in the Guild, Drac let go. He bended over himself, clearly in pain as his body morphed into another. Drac's hair grew wilder and he growled in pain, his pupils disappeared into the white of his conjuctiva alongside his iris forcing him to his knees.

The peasant stopped himself, terrified of what he was witnessing, "What on Nirn?!"

Drac's growl of pain quickly turned into a howl when his extra limbs came into existence, he felt Gabryel's powers influencing his transmogryphication and it suddenly all became clear. The boy's supernatural capability to fight and turn anything into a weapon was somehow deformed into a creature that possessed several arms and a wider vision. He lacked any weaponry, yet that was something he could manage.

A new Drac stood before the peasant, maintaining his youthful and human looks yet wielding an extra pair of limbs and being a whole lot more bulkier than before. The deformation was complete and it taunted the peasant into resuming the attack with a hand wave calling.