>>5589315>>5589362>>5589373>>5589397>>5589472>>5589484>>5589683>UNHOLY MATRIMONY: Cast a spell that allows you to “see” through the eyes of minion and affords you some minute control over his movements. A spell that embodies your power as a master, you might be able to grant him a grace that his blindness does not allow for. Unfortunately, you’ve the grace in combat of a pig, and he may fight worse if you become one with him.You decide to step into the fight yourself with a spell that thrusts your soul out to meet his. The union between your brain and his brawns might bear fruit–and you can’t imagine your champion could fare much worse than he is now. You hold your staff close to your chest and murmur another invocation toward the chthonic. “UNHOLY MATRIMONY.”
You feel your soul shunted from its broad, ungainly carapace, tossed by the winds and channeled into another’s–more great, more bristly, more powerful. You’ve never quite been able to avoid the sickliness that the spell induces, but you’ll manage. Your vision blurs, form changes shape–mind now but a small seed of grain in an immense, smoky haze.
The first thing you notice is the feeling of power. The kind of strength that runs deep, deeper than your mind, even deeper than muscles—strength beyond the earthly pale. You stand, near-gutted on all-fours, matted in bloodied fur, side racked by blades–and yet even through the pain your strength holds tenfold. You feel as if you could rend steel like butter with your teeth.
The second thing you notice is the anger. The feeling is so burning hot it feels like your brain is about to start melting from your ears, so dizzying you can’t focus on anything but it. The scent of blood intermingling with the aroma of flowers, the murmurings of the knight–all are so distant next to the burning hatred that you almost feel as if you’ve been rent somewhere far, far away.
You take a moment to remind yourself of who you are–MARIE DI OMBRA, mother superior. You don’t like to cast UNHOLY MATRIMONY on opponents–if your intentions aren’t in alignment with the thrall, you threaten to lose your sense of self to theirs. But even here, you can’t help but feel that might be a risk.
>Try to calm Morne down somehow.>Focus. Try developing a solution, a strategy.>Give in to anger. Rip her apart!>Back out. This is way too stressful.>Write-In. 