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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 6404020" data-attributes="member: 23484">Since this adventure has begun, Bartleby has sensed his connection to nature grow sand develop. The spell he cast when he first entered this room was an expression of that: he was able to feel the mould on the ceiling, like he had a connection with it, and when his spell was cast instinctively, it was like for a moment that expression of nature became an extension of himself.He's feeling that again now. He has been angry, contemptuous, impatient, and indeed rude with his colleagues, and that is wearing thin. As he stands at the edge of the room, wanting more than anything to find a way through or to leave or to quit, he finds himself relaxing as he watches the skittering creatures, and wonders how all those legs coordinate with each other as the creatures move. It's almost peaceful. And as Bartleby watches it, he begins to relax as well, and he soon finds himself skittering on the floor alongside the others. The dwarf is as startled as anyone else by his transformation. He runs around the room, testing his many new pairs of legs.  Feeling new nerve endings up and down his carapace, and tingling with delight. Forcipules extending from his jaw snap for the first time, and he feels each torso segment bend with a flexibility that reminds him of a dancer he once saw in the Thirsty Toad. Having stretched his legs he approaches the other centipedes in the room. Bartleby has never changed his form in this way before; nor indeed did he intend to do so now. But here he is, skittering over the stone cold floor. Can he speak to the others in this form he wonders? He hisses, spins in a circle, and hisses again in greeting.[OOC: Wild Shape into Giant Centipede, armour etc. all melding into his form.]</blockquote>

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