<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qSKiam5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585581#msg13585581)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Moxie, Lauralan<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>As pictured, chainmail, magical ropes<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/20<strong>Armor:</strong>1<br/><hr/><br/>Xia raged and raged, using her body as a weapon to smash these foolish golems to shards.  The bow would probably be more useful, but it didn't carry the<em>satisfaction</em>that came with feeling an enemy<em>literally</em>crumble to pieces in front of you.  So it was that she threw caution to the wind, howling and snarling while Lauralan did her perverse and pathetic elven magic, pleasuring the enemy while she and the Endymian<em>actually</em>fought.  In the end, the annoying stone head shut up, and it seemed like the elf's efforts<em>weren't</em>useless.  Panting and exhausted, Xia began to relax, stomping her foot twice and giving one final warcry before collapsing against the wall, taking some time to catch her breath and effectively being unresponsive until she did, unless she was approached.  Once she came back to her senses, she took in the environment, turning to face the wall nearest her, wings shielding her partially from view.<br/><br/>It was only now that she realized the scales had spread, though upon further inspection, they seemed to be taking on an indigo color instead, still intruding upon her skin and overtaking her natural scales.  She'd managed to hide the changes from Moxie, but how much longer would she able to?  To make things worse, she felt these two little fangs in her mouth, pointy but still growing.  She was still being affected by this area, changing into<em>something</em>else.  Clearly, it was time to ask the Green Mother for guidance and ask the previous wielders of this bow for advice.  Taking the bow in her hands and still hiding herself during these precious moments, she closed her eyes, making a small prayer to her deity in relative privacy.  "Great Mother, Xia begs for forgiveness, but asks for strength now.  Wants to fight heart of Anus, but needs safety and strength.  Will do this in Green Mother's honor if help, please guide and protect from fear."  With a final nod, she checked for a blade, but found none.  With no other alternative, she used her tiny, growing fangs to draw blood, finishing the prayer.<br/><br/>With that matter finished, she spoke directly to the bow, an inanimate object to any others.  "Xia no ask many times, but needs ask now.  How long Xia have until change all way?  Xia still be Xia?  Xia not...too much monster yet?"  She asked, doing her best to keep herself from trembling too much during this.  "Please answer Xia..."  She whispered, not completely able to hide her fear while she waited to see if the stolen relic would answer despite her theft.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trying out Heirloom and failing!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2018-07-17 12:44:14, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122963) </div></div>