Dungeon of the Mad Mage (#9 PbP)

Alessandra hands off the keys to Biggs, following behind him to the prison again to grab a souvenir as promised. She wasted no time in heading to the cell that held the drow that shot at her, unsheathing one of her blades to work on gouging out one of their eyes then moves to the other drow and does the same, dropping them into her bag. The blood hunter finishes up her carving work, muttering something in infernal as she wipes her blade with her dress, then promptly turns about and leaves the bugbear to his own devices.

”Don’t get too carried away,” she says to him as she walks her way back to the group again, hoping they were more preoccupied with Azrael to notice her disappearance. Ultimately, Alessandra keeps her distance from the group, watching as her shadow slowly creeps up to the dragonborns body undetected to watch over him with a smile.

Azrael, you're busy receiving a gift as Evrik heals you. 

Bahamut answers your prayers. Suddenly, you're not sure if it's from Evrik's healing, or Bahamut himself, but you are fully healed. 

"RISE." A voice tells you in your mind, "AND RECEIVE THIS GIFT. IT IS NOT YOUR TIME YET."

In addition to being fully healed, you remember your spells that you cast without having to rest. (You receive the benefit of a long rest.) Any damaging spell you cast while on this level, the damage dice is DOUBLED. There's a catch. You're no longer blue. You dragon color is now black. People now see you as a black dragonborn.

You see Lythril bobbing her head and stomping her feet, dancing in a circling. She seems to be humming a song only she knows the words to and is playing only in her head. Eyes closed, hair blowing in the wind, strumming an air lute.

Grianne sighs as so far it seems her explanation of her vision is going unheeded.

After recharging her spiritual battery, she grabs Grianne and Dani giving them faerie dust hugs!

Cure Wounds 9 For Grianne

Cure Wounds 10 For Dani

In a literal instant, the frothing rage of OU812 disappears and is replaced with placid stoicism normally displayed by the robot. He continues to search for parts for Stella (Perception: 5).

Once his search of the sacrificial area is complete, he’ll return back to the group. That’s when he notices his newly refreshed friend, Az, is sporting a new coat. “Hey dragon man, did you just go through puberty and molt, changing your colors?!”

Ra’iik’s search for scrap is also at a pause (4) “Hey, yeah, you’re not lookin’ so ... blue anymore.”

(Will post once i get some info from crispy :P)

Dani hugs Lythril back, but her hug was simply that.

Evrik glances back to see Azrael rise. It lightens his heart a little to know the sorcerer is healing but then he sees the dragon change to black and the darkness creeps back in. "That is no healing of my lord," he says and his hand grips Myke as he watches Azrael carefully.

Grianne looks at Azraels new color. Something has changed.

Grianne would like to do some kind of roll to see if she can see how his buttons have changed.

Alessandra’s eyebrow arches in slight interest at Azrael’s new visage, waiting to see his reaction to this new sudden change. A thought passed her mind wondering if anything else had changed about the Dragonborn.

Quite handsome he is in black, isn’t he?

Grianne you can make an insight roll if you'd like. His buttons have definitely changed.

Azrael's new form is, for sure, an answer to a prayer he was giving while laying on the floor broken. 

Something terrible has answered.

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Grianne sighs as so far it seems her explanation of her vision is going unheeded.

 "Don't worry love, I take smashing evil *****es very seriously." *grin*

Wedge scouts out area 8.

Stealth: 17.

Perception: 11.

Mr. Biggs left Evrik to his work to start packing up his drow lunch. Until either Evrik's assessment or Grianna's vision reaches his ear. "Cheeky ****s." He makes a note to talk Evrik la...ter--Was blue boy always black? And was Lyth just dancing a second ago? He pushes the last thought aside to give Azrael an eyeful before canting his head to the side.

"Huh... Neat. Is this what happens to dragonborn that stay close to the underdark too long?" Then he thinks about it. "Ohh, wait no. They turn purple when that happens. Still, is this like a surface dragonborn thing or...?" He motions around azrael.

Azrael growls headily, as his bones seem to knit back into place, his teeth bared, his canines elongating, just a bit. The sapphire blue of his form darkening, slowly, but surely as his body healed. His eye-slits changing to a deep, deep crimson as his scales altered.. contorted, until they turned to a gleaming Ebon sheen. The whites of his eyes were dulled as his fingers  were splayed out, as if attempting to hold something large within them. His form rose, as if lifted by some unseen force even as Bigz and Ou8 attempted to do just that, as his robes billowed beneath him. The Symbol of Bahamut on his robes seemed burnt or blackened, though it did not disappear.

The former electrical currents between his scales sputtered, and faded out, a final, dying spark before disappearing. Being replaced instead with a constant steaming, a secondary sheen of gloss now fitted itself between scales of ebon-coal. His eyes scanned the room for a moment as he got his bearings once more. Something about Azrael seemed more sinister. Every facet of his body seemed more angular, more threatening. Even his tongue turned black.

Seeing the gazes upon him, he smiled a bit, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Unseen amongst all the other physical transformations, Azrael now possessed a pair of sinuous horns protruding from just behind his ears, curving forward in an S-like shape if it were stretched long, but no longer than his snout, facing forward.

What seems to be the problem? he said to Evrik, seeing the concern in his face My prayers have been answered, and it seems I have been granted a new body ... even as he says this, he would look around himself, studying himself. A nearly constant stream of warped air seemed to exhude from his maw, invisible distortions in the air, much like gas warps the air around it.

Then, addressing everyone else who had commented or observed I can feel power surging through me I have never before known...  now, the long, pink gash across his right eye was visible as he turned And worry not Grianne... Your warning has been heard. But these feeble drow mortals will learn to submit.

As his crimson slits washed over everyone, his smile slowly broadened.

So, let us be about our business. Shall we? his voice was more bass, with a heavy reverberation, as though even as he spoke, he perpetually had a growl under-toning his words. With a small flourish, he shifted his robes before walking near the front.

Masculine Smouldering intensity: 15

Perhaps your prayer was answered dragon... but by whom?, Evrik thought to himself. He kept his grip on Myke and his eyes on this black dragonborn now before them.

OU812 warily follows BlackAz (which sounds like his new rapper name) to the next room, unsure if he’s still a teammate or someone to not be trusted. 

Seeing no one else do so, Azrael proceeds to the next room. [Tooltip Not Found]ing his Mirror Image if he should spot something that triggers initiative. Passive Per 14.