Three Goddesses - IC (Thread #2)

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In all of their various forms,

As Dot smiles over at Lil, she instead sees a greasy, ill-looking man. He could've been quite handsome, were it not for an eternal sneer painted on his face.

Tallesin's clothes change from an elegant court outfit to something more fitting for a follower of Rohdan- rough, simple and militaristic. His features likewise change, becoming weathered and scarred, and the battlemage now looks like a grizzled veteran, not a posh wizard.

Meanwhile, the flesh of Bea's body skitters and morphs to that of a man in his thirties. She amalgamates common racial and societal features, including a healed-over gash to the back of his head and a bushy black beard. She disguises herself as a brawler, one who fights with bare fist or bottle.

Tasha shrugs, and her amazonian form morphs into that of a burly barbarian man, all bulge and swagger, his ponytail back in a braid and still wearing the same greatsword. Zippy quickly transforms from little girl to a rather gangly and earnest-faced young man. Clyde shrugs - his current disguise, that of a paunchy thuggish man seemed pretty much perfect. Dot herself shifted, her robe transforming into a long coat and her overall looks into that of a boy of perhaps seven years of age.

Tali just shakes her head and mumbles a spell, changing her form into that of a compact, lithe man with short black hair and brown skin, with creme robe and brown shirt to match. The overall effect is that of a roguish type, dressed and armed in the style of a desert nomad. That done, she shrugs her sword loose and looks around.

Lok, for his part, turns into .... himself. A powerful vrock in all his hideous physical glory.

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Ireth is the only one going in normal form, unless someone ret-cons some sort of shape chang

the group gathers around and the teleport goes off. The party arrives in small clearing just outside of the bandit camp/city. They can easily walk into the main area proper, no one challenges them in any way. Sword, of course, looks much better than any other horse in the city, and Ireth draws a few admiring glances, but the presence of the vrock, now easily the most physically imposing member of the group and probably the most noticeable one, dissuades anyone from approaching them in a threatening manner.