<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RmKjB3P.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Grendelle Modor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328801.msg15717489#msg15717489)</strong></span><br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>19/24 -<strong>Armor</strong>2 -<strong>XP</strong>1<br/><strong>Effects</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Transformation: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152071)<br/>- The transformation is loud, you draw unwanted attention<br/>- It takes time, you lose the opportunity to act further for awhile<br/><hr/><br/>Grendelle let out a throaty growl of pain as the lizard man's teeth sunk into her flesh, the burning sting mixed with the trickle of crimson down her shoulder creating a burst of angered adrenaline. She barely even noticed how long they had been falling through the air, all of her attention focused solely on the lizard, or more specifically violently twisting her sword through his guts. They landed with a heavy thud, and as soon as she had her bearings Grendelle started to go wild on the brutish reptile, raining down blows with heavy, almost ape-like swings. It took her a few seconds to realize that he was already dead, and even then she got in a few more shots just out of frustration.<br/><br/>Standing up Grendelle ripped her blade from his body, panting heavily as her gaze darted around to try and figure out where she was. Gazing up she sees the opening of the pit, the ferral woman running her hands along the curved wall as she pieced together an idea. She groped around for any handholds, but nothing, and as she tried to jump up and catch the edge her shoulder was hit with a shooting pain, "Graah!" she grunted, clutching at her wound. Even if she could reach the top, it didn't look like she'd be able to pull herself up like this.<br/><br/>As her mind raced for ideas Grendelle began to pace back and forth with increasing impatience, fueled by pain and frustration for letting herself get caught off guard like that. She had no idea if the others had made it in time, or had gotten caught fighting those gnolls, or worse, more of lizardmen. She sighed through gritted teeth as she made a decision...she couldn't afford to waste any time...and besides, the others weren't here to see...<br/><br/>Sheathing her great sword Grendelle would drop to one knee, closing her eyes and holding her breath as she started to focus...and focus...and focus...and then let go.<br/><br/>Suddenly her eyes snapped back open, their dull golden luster replaced with a crimson red that pierced the darkness of the pit. Her body began to jerk and writhe, muscles bulging, veins throbbing, joints popping and cracking all over her body. The change was always unpredictable, it could vary in intensity and length, and unfortunately this one seemed to drag on for what felt like 3 times it's actual duration, and all the while she could feel everything, the tearing and swelling of flesh, the twisting of bones, the sweltering heat of her skin as it thickened and grew patches of fur. The transformation ended with another searing flash of pain, coaxing an inhuman roar out of Grendelle's now-inhuman maw, the bellowing sound echoing through the corridors and easily reaching her party's ears.<br/><br/>Her final form was...difficult to describe. While lycanthropy usually brought to mind images of man-like wolves and wolf-like men, whatever Grendelle had turned into was not so easily compared to any normal animal. There were bits and pieces one could pick out, but they didn't cleanly mesh together. An ape? a bull? perhaps simply a demon. Whatever the case Grendelle was slow to recover from her shift, shakily pushing herself up to her feet as her body awoke to it's beastly strength.