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<blockquote data-quote="Sezarious" data-source="post: 6783000" data-attributes="member: 6792106">The whack from Alejandro's staff misses Tro'Leera by a hair as he dodges out of the way, he responds in an awkward high pitched voice &quot;Eheheh, it's NOT what you think guys, settle down!&quot; Daedarai, sliding across the table, thwacks him in the side of the head.&nbsp; His eyes bulge slightly and he opens his mouth... &quot;Uh Oh&quot;.With that, he begins to shake and convulse whilst standing &quot;Oh gods! Oh gods!&nbsp; Oh gods!&quot; Still shaking, his chest bulges forward at the location of his rash, thick matted hair&nbsp; becoming obvious as it spreads forward.&nbsp; He pulls himself forward, hand shaking, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial full of silvery liquid, then the flesh within his arm explodes outward, the skin tearing off, the vial falls to the ground and rolls under the table somewhere.With that, Tro'Leera lets out a horrid scream &quot;Aaaarrgh, SILVER!&nbsp; USE Silver.&nbsp; Need.... Drink, silver medicine&quot;,&nbsp; with that, the bone in the front of his face explodes outward, tearing the skin apart and his agonising scream turns into a howl.&nbsp; His muscles bulge over his entire torso, the sound of breaking bone in a thousand locations of his convulsing body wreaks everybody's ears.&nbsp; The hair spreads at a suddenly conclusive rapid rate, consuming his body where his skin had torn off.Standing before you is no Tro-Leera, but a heavy breathing, 8 foot tall werewolf.&nbsp; Letting out a roar, it attacks!Roll initiative!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sezarious, post: 6783000, member: 6792106"] The whack from Alejandro's staff misses Tro'Leera by a hair as he dodges out of the way, he responds in an awkward high pitched voice "Eheheh, it's NOT what you think guys, settle down!" Daedarai, sliding across the table, thwacks him in the side of the head. His eyes bulge slightly and he opens his mouth... "Uh Oh". With that, he begins to shake and convulse whilst standing "Oh gods! Oh gods! Oh gods!" Still shaking, his chest bulges forward at the location of his rash, thick matted hair becoming obvious as it spreads forward. He pulls himself forward, hand shaking, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial full of silvery liquid, then the flesh within his arm explodes outward, the skin tearing off, the vial falls to the ground and rolls under the table somewhere. With that, Tro'Leera lets out a horrid scream "Aaaarrgh, SILVER! USE Silver. Need.... Drink, silver medicine", with that, the bone in the front of his face explodes outward, tearing the skin apart and his agonising scream turns into a howl. His muscles bulge over his entire torso, the sound of breaking bone in a thousand locations of his convulsing body wreaks everybody's ears. The hair spreads at a suddenly conclusive rapid rate, consuming his body where his skin had torn off. Standing before you is no Tro-Leera, but a heavy breathing, 8 foot tall werewolf. Letting out a roar, it attacks! Roll initiative! [/QUOTE]

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