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krazixs · 11-13-2003, 08:24 AM

Krazixs drifted dreamless and unafraid, peacful. His mind at rest and his soul less troubled. Noises around him began to penetrate his rest. Keeping his eyes closed he stretched. Feeling for once rested and relaxed the small elf opens his eyes, and see's he's no longer a small elf. Trying to focus his eyes he notices the robe that was once too big and cumbersome now come down to somewhere near mid-shin. His too big shoes were now a little too snug. His hands seemed larger, and his body seemed a bit more muscular rather than emanciated. Just as his eyes were beginning to adjust, a gigantic dragon's tale sores about a foot over his head.

Well, that's interesting

A pixie flutters about between a gentlemen dressed all in black and the table he was leaned up against.

. . . definatley interesting

Memory rushed back and he remembered where he was and his companions, however the dragon, and the pixie were a little distuurbing, as he struggled to remember when he had come into there particular company.

As he pondered, memory of his mind trip with Vinoh came back. Flashes and images, but not real whole memories. His thinking was much clearer, and he decided his inability to recall exactly what the mind mage had released is probably due to his mind adjusting to his physical and mental changes.

Closing his eyes Krazixs concentrates, as he does so a new power blossomed in his mind. Focusing he found that beside the few spells of power that were available he found spells of healing as well.

Hmmmm. . . .it seems the mind mage was more succesful than I thought

Standing he stretched and yawned, feeling revived and anew. Looking about at his other companions he noticed he was a bit taller than D'Aleen though not as tall as the rest. His staff that was once overly large, now seemed more a walking stick and he tossed it away disdainfully.

. . . lord I wish I had my sword. . .

Now that was a strange thought, when had he ever held a sword? Oh well. Krazixs looks around to find a suitable weapon searching amongst the debris of the chamber he was in.

11-13-2003, 08:24 AM	#1196 (permalink)
krazixs Psycho Location: courtin in the kitchen	Krazixs drifted dreamless and unafraid, peacful. His mind at rest and his soul less troubled. Noises around him began to penetrate his rest. Keeping his eyes closed he stretched. Feeling for once rested and relaxed the small elf opens his eyes, and see's he's no longer a small elf. Trying to focus his eyes he notices the robe that was once too big and cumbersome now come down to somewhere near mid-shin. His too big shoes were now a little too snug. His hands seemed larger, and his body seemed a bit more muscular rather than emanciated. Just as his eyes were beginning to adjust, a gigantic dragon's tale sores about a foot over his head. Well, that's interesting A pixie flutters about between a gentlemen dressed all in black and the table he was leaned up against. . . . definatley interesting Memory rushed back and he remembered where he was and his companions, however the dragon, and the pixie were a little distuurbing, as he struggled to remember when he had come into there particular company. As he pondered, memory of his mind trip with Vinoh came back. Flashes and images, but not real whole memories. His thinking was much clearer, and he decided his inability to recall exactly what the mind mage had released is probably due to his mind adjusting to his physical and mental changes. Closing his eyes Krazixs concentrates, as he does so a new power blossomed in his mind. Focusing he found that beside the few spells of power that were available he found spells of healing as well. Hmmmm. . . .it seems the mind mage was more succesful than I thought Standing he stretched and yawned, feeling revived and anew. Looking about at his other companions he noticed he was a bit taller than D'Aleen though not as tall as the rest. His staff that was once overly large, now seemed more a walking stick and he tossed it away disdainfully. . . . lord I wish I had my sword. . . Now that was a strange thought, when had he ever held a sword? Oh well. Krazixs looks around to find a suitable weapon searching amongst the debris of the chamber he was in. __________________ The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable. Last edited by krazixs; 11-13-2003 at 08:34 AM..