MacConnell
Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Lathir-bear goes from standing to all fours. Lumbering away from the others a bit before shaking like a dog to remove to goo from his fur. The acid burns begin to close and disappear as he heaves his enlarged body back to a standing position.
Taking an awkward couple of steps back toward where he had been seated the, no-longer-bear, druid hunches his body forward slightly as his gait changes to that of a man allowing his long hair to fall across his face. He calmly climbs back over the courtesy railing and retrieves his hat from his seat, pulling back his hair and placing the hat on his head.
As he lifts the halfspear from the seat it retains the appearance of a walking stick and indeed is used as such by the slightly thinner man that turns to walk through the proper exit from the railing. His hair is now grey, his freckles look like liver spots, his clothing is no longer brown and green, but rather shades of grey. All the changes were so subtle it would be difficult for even a deliberate observer to notice what had just occurred.
Lathir continues on slowly and with a slight limp out the doors exiting the courtroom to wait, leaning partially on the wall and partially on his walking stick.
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Taking an awkward couple of steps back toward where he had been seated the, no-longer-bear, druid hunches his body forward slightly as his gait changes to that of a man allowing his long hair to fall across his face. He calmly climbs back over the courtesy railing and retrieves his hat from his seat, pulling back his hair and placing the hat on his head.
As he lifts the halfspear from the seat it retains the appearance of a walking stick and indeed is used as such by the slightly thinner man that turns to walk through the proper exit from the railing. His hair is now grey, his freckles look like liver spots, his clothing is no longer brown and green, but rather shades of grey. All the changes were so subtle it would be difficult for even a deliberate observer to notice what had just occurred.
Lathir continues on slowly and with a slight limp out the doors exiting the courtroom to wait, leaning partially on the wall and partially on his walking stick.
~Demons in the middle of a city courtroom. Sigh. I knew full urbanization to be the bane of mankind.~
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