Flare

"Yeah." Benji swivels around on his chair to see the newcomer acting like a complete fool. Grunting an apology to Jeaux, Benji gets up and walks over to the dwarf. He grabs him by the collar and holds him a two feet above the ground. He carries him outside of the hall, and sets him down carefully on the steps. Benji sits down by him. "You need some help Mr. Throlar? Your face is as contorted as a prune."

SAAAAAAANNNNNNNDDDDDYYYYY

Just slit the dang horse's throat for pete's sake

"First off, beimg a half-elf wasn't all fun and games. Being shunned both by elves and laughed at by humans, made things a bit rough. I grew up with only a couple friends - my cousin Alexis and also a metasimian named Myggidos who was my friend and mentor. Anyways, being different is something I've always been used to. But this... Werebody is just strange. I wanted it, but at the same time despised it. I tried to seek a way to heal myself, but apparently its not so easily acquired. One way was by the powers of some witch, named Booboo or Baba or something, I dunnah. But i decided to just stick with it. You know, roll with the punches that life throws at you. I'm accepting the change, maybe its for the better. And if not - I can use this new beginning to mold my life for the better."

Since when were hermits a species? Last tine I checked it was a.. Erm... An occupation? No.

Benji swivels around and sees Heckz peeking up from behind a table.'Moron'. Benji snarls at him aggressively and swivels back around and orders another drink. Jeaux subsequently walks up. 'Someone more reasonable, thank the heavens.' "DO I LOOK DIFFERENT, HUH I DIDN'T NOTICE. *SIGH* I DOn't expect you to understand this, but lets just say that I finally gave way. Doubtfully you had noticed it, but even before Nova Tertia I had noticed something changing in me. I was in the fields of glory you see. We slayed a dragon. I think that a shard of its soul has been embedded in me, causing me to become more and more... reptilian. I have tried to hide it - but the symptoms keep growing. Pointy teeth, claws, scales... The battles on Nova Tertia seemed to advance the disease. I realized that I was mutating and I nearly succumbed during one of the battles - perhaps you remember. Anyways, I seeked the advice of the keeper of the Embassy, who seemed knowledgable in the field and gave my three options. I chose to adapt - maybe in this manner I will learn to control my newfound powers. I have learnt with the Fox how to efficiently switch between forms during battle. I, my good automaton, am no longer half-elf... I. Am. The Wereptilian."

"DITTO." Benji rumbled in agreement with Tesni.

"NOTHING."

OOC: Benji didn't go up to the saloon, he went straight from the quest board to training hall But now he's returning, and I'll behave as if the question was directed towards him as soon as he got back. Benji returns from the training room to the hall. He climbs up the stairs, looking quite different than before. He snaps at Heckz before sitting down at the bar, ordering a stiff drink. Hearing the black knight's question, he ignored it and started to drink his beverage.

Scuba, geez, stop complaining...

Benji strides into the training room. He winces as The Copper Fox's eyes look at him disapprovingly. CF: "Here again!? Benji, you come here far too often. Yes yes I know inner struggle and all that crap, but just stop being so wishy-washy!" BC: "Hey! Bu-" CF: "Listen to me, lad. The path of indecisiveness will only lead to failure. I once knew a young halfling who-" BC: "Fox, listen to m-" CF: "Stop interrupting me, boy! I vehemently and absolutely refuse to train you to be a warden - again. Its just an utter-" BC: "FOX!!" CF: "..." BC: "I WISH TO BE NEITHER WARDEN OR ASSASSIN. LIFE HAS PLAYED ITS GAMES WITH ME, AND I HAve discovered that I need to roll with the punches. I'm turning into a beast, Fox. ... Only you can help me control it." CF: "..." BC: "Copper Fox, you're my only hope." (tear added for dramatic effect) CF: "Oh alright. For pete's sake, you know I never could say no to you, Benji. You're a good kid. Problematic perhaps, but a good heart." He taps on Benji's heart and smiles in a fatherly manner. Benji learns with the Fox how to control his bestial side, and how to switch between man and beast in combat. Soon enough, Benji is able to comfortably switch between his two forms. He had become ... a Beast Warrior. Benji Carvenhall, the Dragonslayer (Flare) 28 years old male half-elven Beast Warrior Level 32.75 *Natural Respite* *Gains Triple XP* *Immune to Asleep, Blinded, Confused, Fragile, and Weakened Effects and Wood Element* Power: 50 (32+15+3) Defense: 9 (3+6) Health: 53/53 (6+31+15+1)

Benji re-enters the hall, noting to himself that he'd need to fix the busted door. He briefly looks at the questboard. 'Those ones sounds promisingly violent enough' he thought as he signed up for Quest #74 and #75 (emphasizing his lust to kill on Quest 75). He doesn't do as much as glance towards the bar before he walks in the direction of the training room.

As for the other pair of overkill gloves... I need 'em

Benji listens carefully to what Largh-mund had to advise. The scenarios flashed through Benji's mind. Finally he regained the strength to speak one last time to this learned elder. He bows respectfully. "Your words have made clear to me what I must do. I will choose your second option - I am no coward. I will be a werefolk. And I will adapt, I will grow, I will not let this challenge overcome me. Thank you, I will return to you, hopefully with positive bearings. But if a crocodile lumbers in here please refrain from killing it... Er... That would be awkward on my part." "Anyways, thank you, and au revoir." Benji jogs out of the embassy, hope in his soul. If this works out, he might have another chance at... at... Seeing her.

Benji spits bitterly. "I will not end my life just because of a petty illness. I am beyond that, I am stronger than that. Are you saying, that since I cannot have a cure, that I should try to adapt? Survival of the fittest and all that blathering? Ah? Is that what you mean? IS IT!?" Benji shouted, clearly stressed out

Hey! Don't forget me, I'm in second place

I did that in quest 67 but no one noticed

You're welcome! I've been wanting to visit the embassy since it was opened. I got a great reason to and I hope that this will encourage more people to visit the embassy!

Benji runs up to read about the werefolk, in a daze. The strange creature that grabbed him caused inside him a sense of awe. After reading the information, he was not content. He walked back down to the guardian of the place and spoke to him in a shaking voice. "D-D-DO YOU-OU KNow ow if f the effects of becom-m-ming a werecreature is is s s revers-s-si-sible?" Benji slowly reveals his pointed teeth and clawed hands.

Benji runs into the embassy with a wild look inhis eyes. His gloves are off, revealing clawed olive-scaled hands, which he tried to hide in his coat. He looks wildly for the man who was in charge, and when he finds him he asks in a gravely voice. "TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT WERECREATURES. NOW. Please."

Thank you Lord Duvors! Please don't be offended by Benji's behavior, you just revealed something that he's been trying to hide really hard

Benji looks in shock as he hears the dwarf announce loudly his secret. 'In the name of...' He quickly clamps his mouth shut, and gets up from his seat in a haste. His gloved hand snags on the table edge, resulting in his hand suddenly leaving the glove, scratching the dwarf's chainmail and revealing a clawed green-scaled hand. Howling in anger Benji rushes past the dwarf, passes Drake kicking him in the face, and then jumps from the balcony to the hall's bottom floor, landing on four limbs. He roars as he dashes out of the hall's entryway, breaking one of the doors off of its hinge in the process. Quiet ensures.

WAY overpowered

"Nice to make your acquiantance, Throlar. Yes, my eyes have been sharpened lets say... By the forces of nature. You are more than welcome to stay, if you are the heroic type!" Benji offers his gloved hand for a handshake and unintentionally smiles, accidentally revealing his gleaming pointy teeth.

"Yes, but the thing is, should I really try to hi-" Benji quickly stops as a bushy short fellow comes up and subsequently tugs on Alexandre's shirt, asking the black knight if he's found in the embassy "Yes, although I have not been there yet... Hmmm that gives me a good idea." Benji turns to the dwarf. "Can I help you master dwarf? My name is Carvenhall. Benji Carvenhall. At your service."