>>5331337>>5331333You clench your talons in to fists, spread your legs to brace yourself, and let loose a roar of rage and exertion as the magic overtakes and transforms you. Your amulet glows blood red as your skin bubbles and boils, liquefying and rehardening in an instant. You are plated in bronze scales and scutes, where once there was brassy, pinkish skin with only fine scales. Your horns lengthen, your jaw extends, your muscles densify and expand. Your tail slams against the ground, and it cracks beneath you. It is lucky you thought tor remove your armour beforehand—you must stand nearly twelve feet tall now.
>17Almost instantaneously, the Junior Novice is aware of his error. He turns tail and begins to run…
>20But he is too slow for your heightened physicality. You are upon him in an instant, with what feels to you like almost no effort. You lift and throw him as if he was a dummy, filled with feathers or some other stuffing; he lands with far harder impact. Befroe he an even orient himself, you are atop him again, legs to either side of him, claws, upon his throat, pinning him to the ground.
“YIELD,” you command, with the full force of the Fearsome Presence behind you.
Junior yelps. You slam him into the stone.
He urinates, wetting himself.
He yields.
You release him at last, turning to face the others as you begin to come down from the unexpected adrenaline-high of the initial <Augmented Dragonshape>. The Novice Fleshweaver is looking at you in a disturbed awe, and as soon as it registers what has happened, she scrambles to her nearby pack to extract a small tome and a piece of charcoal, to take notes.
Glowie is looking at you as if beholding a miracle—no, a GOD.
You take a slow breath, and allow the intoxicating power of this transformation to leave you. The molting process which follows is prolonged, but you have both of your companions to help. They peel away the shedding skin, which dissolves almost as soon as the armoured epidermis is stripped away. The Novice frantically picks and pries at it, taking further notations; Glowie's hands linger on you. Throughout it all, the Junior Novice neither flees nor takes the opportunity to strike; he is cowed, dominated, subordinated. Better yet, he showed he can fight, and be controlled without chains.
