>>5722292>>5722294>>5722297>>5722298>>5722302>>5722458>>5722475>>5722510>>5722573>>5722584>True Polymorph: Object into Creature."True Polymorph. Object into Chicken." You feel a tingle from the end of your wand–the warmth of chicken down and hen blood, the diffusive prickle of a creature’s being warping another. The demon lord’s ghost continues, unflagging, bearing down on you with all the might of a freight train–and just as the steel claws of its gauntlet wrap about your throat, your eyes shut, it all goes quiet.
You feel a gentle tingle on your cheek as you open your eyes.. only to see a hail of white feathers dapples the air around you. The figure stood before you is not the suit of demon lord armor, but the MOSSFOLK, stood hunched and dazed with her mouth hung half-open. You cast your eyes upward, where a single chicken sits atop her head.
“Why is she naked.” Bredbeddle averts her eyes. “Oh, gods. Like a forest..”
"The chicken! Get the chicken!" The green knight shouts as he cuts down the last bough of black tentacles.
>Quick! The chicken! Grab the chicken!>Quick! Avert your eyes!>[Write-In.] 