<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fa/aa/37/faaa37c5a17a0a2cf69a2d43dcba4398.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thumper (Sigrise)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Halfling<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic (<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Druid<br/><strong>Stats:</strong>Str 15 (+1), Dex 8 (-1), Con 13 (+1), Int 12 (+0), Wis 16 (+2), Cha 9 (+0)<br/><strong>LvL:</strong>1(2 Confirmed. Need rest)<br/><strong>EXP:</strong>12/??<br/><strong>HP:</strong>19<br/><strong>Base Damage:</strong>D6<br/><strong>Passive Effects:</strong>During camp he sings the healing song of the brook. All members of camp gain 1d6 HP back.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Ordering, Bear transformation.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The druid that went by the name of Thump glared harshly at the abominations that spoke with a hoarse and emotionless tone of his connection. The sheer<em>wrongness</em>of the land echoing out to him, giving him plenty of warning of the creatures that they may of encountered. And the words that a wise, old being they had passed spoke lead to further warning. It had left the group weary, waiting for an attack to come in the last few days. Part of the evil stood before him, charging directly towards him due to his connection.<em>"Celion!"</em>His voice calls out, softly but loud enough for his team to hear. "Try to pin their legs and feet to the ground if you can to step their movements. Or just pierce right through their heads. Dodger...just do your usual thing." He mumbles a little at the end. Dodger tended to vanish and appear by the side of their enemies. It had gotten to the point where he had given up trying to command him.<br/><br/>But that left him to do what he needed to do. Something that would make him lose his connection to his human voice and bring himself into the form of a beast. He focused, drawing on the untainted nature that buried their roots deep into the earth. Slowly willing himself to become a great bear. Visualizing the thick fur that hat matches his hair. The ears of his bear form shifting into that of a bunnies, the sharp dark claws meant to cut and pierce with a thick grip. The overall strength and brutal fangs within his lips. He pictured this all, and tried to let nature embrace him and turn himself into a creature he was used to taking on for defence.