Uulark evidently has something in common with the kobolds at the moment, because he finds himself and sixes and sevens, uncertain whether to scratch his butt or wind his sundial. So, he anxiously holds his spear, in case another kobold decides to commit suicide on it.
"Cowardly wrestlers and goo critters that won't die and now kobolds that just want to..." Shai mutters, veins bulging on his neck. His voice, too, is growing noticably rougher and lower. He grinds his teeth as he clenches his fists, red-rimmed eyes looking to the unmoving kobold masses.
"If you don't want to help--" there's a noticable cracking sound, as if bones were snapping--"then just...go--" the snapping quickens, and Shai's clothing begins to waver, his flesh to bubble, and he scratches feverishly at his chest--"AWAY!"
The last word is barely understandable, both for the changes in the man's voice and the growing sound of snapping and tearing. Even as he finishes it, his scratching hands seem to dig into his own chest, tearing away his outer form as if it were only so much flimsy paper--flash paper, as the outer shell seems to disappear even as a beast erupts from underneath it.
Where Shaimon Hu'u had been now stands a black bear, roaring its frustrations at the kobolds, slobber falling from its open, fanged jaws. It stands on its hind legs, roaring again, then falls to all fours, a low growl emanating from it, muscles tensed but not charging. For now.
((OOC: And there we have Shai's first wild shape. ))
Waiting under the cover of shadow, Buurt maintains his readiness to fire upon foe, perceived or not. However, when Shai transforms, the half-orc mutters to himself, "What's next, someone farting butterflies?"
Upon seeing the roaring bear where the large human had once been, the majority of the kobolds turn again and flee into the darkness; only three remain, seemingly frozen in their steps.
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I've added to your experience points for your last post. Some most impressive visual qualities there... nice job indeed!
"AHH!" Shazi yelps. "He's a demon! Save me!" The mephit dives behind Talashia and peeks out from around her skirt.
Talashia herself shrinks back instinctively from Shai's display, one hand coming up in an instinctive defensive gesture to shield her face. When the bear doesn't seem to be attacking she hesitates and asks, "Shai? ...is that you?"
Thanks! I've been pondering how I wanted Shai's wildshape to work / look. Tried to come up with something interesting that also played a little into the creepy vibe of the chaos beasties and that room with the hanging bodies et al. Glad ya liked it.
As the kobolds flee, the bear snorts, sitting on his haunches.
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Talashia herself shrinks back instinctively from Shai's display, one hand coming up in an instinctive defensive gesture to shield her face. When the bear doesn't seem to be attacking she hesitates and asks, "Shai? ...is that you?"
The bear turns his head to the sorceress and makes a bleating sound, though he clamps his mouth shut in the middle of it and instead gives a pronounced nod of his head.
Apparently convinced he's answered the question, bear-Shai sneezes, hops up, and lopes over to where Dyspeer is holding the wrestling caster to the ground, looking over his shoulder halfway there to see if the others are following.
When the big, scary bear started to lope off, Uulark at first breathed a sigh of relief. Then, when the bear looked back expectantly, he hesitantly began to head that way. "Uhh, we're ALL going, rignt?"
The bear that was Shai sits close to the caster without touching him, then glances back to Talashia. Whatever intelligence still resides in the beast apparently remembers that it was she who had questions for the man.
"No no no!" Talashia sputters as she hurries over. She pushes Dyspeer away and waves the others back.
"We're not threatening him. Is everything swords and teeth with you people?"
Talashia offers the man a hand up and says, "Please accept my apology. I didn't expect they'd do that. Just the same, we are investigating the ringleader of the fighting arena you just 'won' in. You're the only person we've met so far who's had dealings with him that might be inclined to share anything. Whatever you know about this man..." she makes a 'poofy' gesture near her head, "...with the plume, yes? If you would see fit to share, we could see fit to provide you with some funds to start your new life wherever it is you're going."
Shai-as-bear cocks his head to one side as Talashia changes the tenor of the exchange. With a small grumble that sounds a bit like a verbal shrug, the bear raises himself onto his back legs and starts shaking himself as if to throw off water in his fur. Instead, the fur itself goes flying, though like his human shell before it, the fur evaporates as it arcs through the air. Underneath the fur is a once-again-human Shai.
Dyspeer, having been dismissed by Talashia, lopes over to the druid, licking at his hand and whimpering just a tad.
"Don't worry. You did right, Dys," Shai whispers to the wolf. "You ought to know by now Talashia's just a little rough with folk."
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