Phaevin's body shudders and warps. The earth churns over him as if to bury him in honor in this fane of Nature...

... before spitting him back out. Standing up, and partially changed. He is ... similar ... to the half-elf you once knew. But now, you couldn't quite call him a half-elf anymore.

His tricorne went under the earth when he was momentarily buried, but never resurfaced. Not that it would matter, as his head could no longer keep such a bit of frippery on his head anymore, what with massive, almost tree-like horns projecting outward and behind him. There is the hint of a green tattoo partially hidden peeking from his mithral shirt and chemise, and his gear is mostly the same, but more changed than his head is the lower part of his body .... thick, almond-brown fur covers the lower part of his legs before the color lightens on the fur before reaching very sturdy hooves. Out of the back of his pants projects something like a deer's tail - short and fluffy. This .... replacement ... has his bow still in hand. He no longer has a lyre tied to his pack, but rather a set of pan pipes are on a lanyard around his neck. He is an inch or so taller than before, even with the now backwards-bending nature of his legs, and is of a much broader and sturdier build than before. His eyes are slightly lighter in shade then before, and there is an oddity about his pupils.