Anubis, guider of souls, send this creature to where he belongs!
Mehen, protector of Ra, guide me from attacks of the evil!
Mau, keeper of the Tree, give me the knowledge to defeat this enemy!
Ogdoad, Masters of Elements, purge this being with fire!
And Neith, Mother and Creator, Create a boundary around me and the evil!
As he speaks, the 1st letter in each name appears in front of his head, and a circle of darkness envelops his fist. Once each name is spoken, the letters for ‘Ammon’, and disappear. A helmet, in the shape of a jackal, envelops his head, and a golden sword appears in his hand. Almost instinctively, he speaks.
I am Ammon, Swordsman of Egypt! Beware my power!He then gasps, looks around, and acts as if he just woke up from a deep sleep. What have you done to me, Demon!
"Eureka, I guess this is a polymorph spell, I've never yet been able to achieve it with my experiments, I wonder if I'll comppletely polymorph or just like most my experiments become a chimera, EUREKA!"
He starts scribling down but his body starts to change, he feels stronger and some strange power flowing thru his veins, he keeps anotating all that as a strange claw appears from the inside of his wrists and feet. On his hand a strange spear aappears where the pen should be, and a flame on the other hand, with this he burns his notes "Ow Bloody Hell!" he screams untill some agonizing pain withholds him for a second and then the transformation ends.
When the transformation ends "Meh, another failure, guess I'm a chimera... and worse, I lost my notes!!! Anyone's got a mirror?? I kinda feel like I'm whatever was in my dreams."
Dollus simply follows the instructions. In the high of his delightfully curious mood, he is half-expecting nothing to happen. Only to find himself falling deep, deep into the vast sky, dark grey with storm clouds. He notices a glimmering blue gem, lighting striking it... and striking Dollus as fell towards it.
The hand-sized jewel sends a warm jolt through his arm, sparking his mind and heart alight.
Just as he grasps, he sees many before him, grasping the same artefact, exclaiming the exact phrase...
Snapping back in the spot on the pentagon in the home of the mysterious creature, Dollus's eyes snap open with a flash of lightening. His hand grasping something seemingly invisible in the centre of his chest.
★ Striking Blue Thunder, Charge Up! ★
Bright blue lightening crackle and spark, both being drawn to and striking from, Dollus's hand. The crystal forms, the young man floated gently before a blinding final crash reveals where Dollus was is a taller, broader man with the same bronze skin, his hair now a dark rich blue. His loose robes also blue, trimmed with sparking runes.
"What... is this?" He grasps his hands that buzz with lightening, "I feel... " His eyes a wide with wonder, darting this way and that with ideas.
However, all of Pratchett's words fell on top of his and he regained composure. "Evil doers of the world, you will be struck down with true blue justice!"
“IGNITION!!” yells Delmyth as she strikes her hands together and is enveloped in purple flames.
The flames subside to reveal an elf, dressed in black studded leather and carrying a longbow. Both she and the bow emit a constant, soft purple light. She also has purple skin and medium length black hair, tied up in a high ponytail. Her red scarf remains, though she now has two golden bands around each wrist.
As Greyson watches the others transform, he tries searching for this inner power. As Purple Candle finishes transforming, he finds an inner well of power that reminds him of the outdoors. Greyson's eyes begin to shine a deep emerald green, like the needles of a pine tree. He grabs at thin air, before slamming his hand down on the ground. "With this seed, I plant the seed of a better and brighter tomorrow! GENTLE GIANT, GROW STRONG!" Gentle Giant unsteadily rises to his feet, suddenly seeing everything in a brand new light. "Just how much did I grow?" (Joan, how tall is the room's ceiling?)
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Kiric Durosin|| Variant Human || Level 2 Warlock of a Great Old One || Waterdeep: Gates Wide Open
Greyson/Gentle Giant|| Human/Firbolg|| Druid || Magician Black Star Magical Dungeon
(Lets say that you're not quite bumping up against the ceiling with your head.)
Stupendous! Pratchett spins in place with excitement. You all have exceeded my every expectation!
He then sits in place. But it's time to return to your original selves. Relax, and let your heroic spirit recede back into your subconsciousness. When you have done this, we will make travel preparations at once; the first gem is in danger of falling into the wrong hands, and we've got to get to it first!
Even in his heroic persona, and feeling stronger than usual
"I will return, but you give me ink, a feather and parchment to take notes of this when we're done!!!! This is an incredible experiment, on demand polymorph for multiple individuals?"
"I'll want to know more on how you do it too"
After saying this he looks threateningly at Pratchett then focus on returning to his original form, the pain isn't as strong this time and he quickly retracts all changes he had undergone on his transformation.
Somehow knowing, Thunder Blue reaches to crystal resting in the middle of chest. A firm tug unlocked it from its place causing the crystal, robes and his grand physique to diffuse in a spectacle of lightening streaks.
Dollus is now back. The world, from his view, now in a lesser hue. He body is smaller than he remembers, his breath is not so deep and his eyes and mind are not so quick. But it did feel right.
"Huh? At once? Uh, can I write a letter to professor Galdyss? To explain my... absence for a while?" Dollus rubs his eyes, adjusting himself to try and feel comfortable in his normal self.
I suppose I can spare a little time and parchment for Dollus and Varanus to write down what they need written. We need to wait for the other two to return to us first, anyways. But THEN, we make preparations for travel!
Meanwhile, Ammon is trying to get his helmet off. And failing. He shoves and shoves, it will not budge. Get off! Go! No! I! Am! Not! Anubis! Go! His shape changes a few times, from a Loxodon, to the Gentle Giant, to Thunder Blue‘s form. Then back to Ammon. The helmet is still there, and has been on all 3 of the taken shapes. Someone help! Ra, I call upon your power, rid me of this curse! In a blaze of dark flames, Ammon disappears, and Shabaka is left. I’m.. I’m tired now... can I take a nap? Not used to doing that repeatedly.. what was that, Demon!
Purple Candle clasps her hands together and pulls them apart; as she does so a red and blue beam of light appear in each hand. She pulls them apart and the beams separate. Her form fades and Delmyth once again stands in the circle.
“Well, that was a lot more fun than I would have expected.”