Jurak also casts barkskin and strong jaw, his skin hardening and his claws, teeth and hooves growing visibly more deadly.
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"Indeed, does anyone know the surrounding are well?"
"Agreed," grunts Jurak
And a natural attack focused druid.
Jurak, slightly puzzled at the gnome becoming a dragon says "I too have some... changing to do" He then grunts as nose begins to turn further upwards and long tusks grow out of his already toothy half-orc mouth. Finally his feet begin to shift in pig's trotters and his legs bend back like those of an animal. He snorts and says "As you can see, I am ragebred, I need no weapons." He opens his backpack and out hops a small crocodilian, no bigger than a small dog who jumps about excitedly and immediately grabs some meat and begins to much down on it, "This is needle, I believe the term you cityfolk use for him is a familiar. I am ready to leave now."
Jurak, presents his summons with a clawed hand, "Hail, cityfolk. My name is Jurak Sharphoof of the bayou druid clans, I hope I will prove useful in our endeavours, whatever they are." He chuckles slightly at ceacillian, the creatures lived in the swamp where he's from, but he decides that neither the grippli nor the orc needs to know that. He takes none of the food and just stands there, feeling quite uncomfortable due to not being transformed. |