Vower snaps his jaws at Toranest when he moves to flee.
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Vower chases after Toranest, moving away from the guards and rushing after Toranest to attack him/
In the silence, Vower's movements are made even more unnatural. The eidolon's head follows his prey, rushing forward in a burst of movement.
Vower moves forward and stretches his mouth, darting forward to close his teeth around the mage.
Vower unfurls his wings, stretching them out while Dev finishes his spell. The eidolon's mouth gapes in anticipation and saliva drips from his mouth. It's clear and slick at first but begins to turn a toxic sludgy green. When Dev is finished and takes his hands off him, Vower jumps off the rooftop and uses his wings to glide down to where Toranest is, a horrifying beast swooping down from the darkening sky. He lands behind Toranest, a hungry growl emanating from his slavering maw.
Up in the rooftops, Vower keeps Dev close as his head moves to look at Drewan, his eyes blinking in interest at the catfolk. "What is this?" "That's Drewan. He's a . . . friend." "A friend? Like Geoff?" "Something like that." "Ahhhh," the eidolon exhales, and the sound is soft like the rustling of a dark forest. His mouth parts in an imitation of a smile, the grating of bone on bone as his teeth slide against each other. "Hello, Drewan."
The shadows solidify and a dark growth starts spreading from where Dev lies, slimy like moss. It seems alive, pulsing softly before pieces of it rise up and form a piece of dark writhing flesh. It rolls against itself. In places, the flesh puffs out a little, splits, opens, bleeds black ichor that drips to the ground and mixes with the darkness, and at the bottom of the split an eye, a laughing mouth appears. The same process happens all over as the flesh grows from the darkness, feeding itself, growing and bleeding, over and over until it becomes the size of a fist, a skull, a man. Appendages grow: centipede-tongues, fingers curling against themselves, three-cornered arms folding and unfolding, curved spider-legs with big bumps swelling in places, hairy and bulbous like onions. The wounds that bleed scab over, filthy and infected, and they blossom into flowers of flesh, forming into hands that spasm in seeming agony, mouths that scream in silence, glassy eyes that ooze black tears. The eyes blink, the mouths twitch, teeth closing around nothing. Tentacles ooze and curl. Parts solidify and soften, some patches appearing slimy and oiled and others hard and chitinous. The limbs start to grasp each other, sticking closely until they appear to be one limb altogether until they form humanoid arms and legs. The extremities form and start bleeding, chitinous claws starting to protrude from them, wicked and sharp. Similar spikes start growing out of its spine and parts of its flesh. From its back, two arms reach out for nothing before they are covered in hands, pulling them back. Darkness covers them, solidifying into a mishmash of purple feathers, misshapen scales, and small spikes until they form wings. A head appears, or what seems like a head. It is a sphere of flesh on top of the being, pulsing softly. Eyes start pushing outward of the flesh, bleeding horribly and staring wildly at nothing. All these eyes slowly devour the face, which splits at the bottom into horrible sharp teeth as the eyes focus on the man before it. A glowing rune appears on where its forehead would have been, and identical symbol appearing on Dev's forehead as well, signifying their bond. The being opens its mouth, hungry and salivating, and opens the mouth beneath that and the mouth beneath that. The protruding teeth shudder in anticipation. "Long time," the eidolon purrs, its voice a million hungry knives sweeping across Dev's mind. The being reaches out towards Dev and envelopes him in his arms, clutching him possessively. "Too long," Dev agrees, letting himself be dragged towards the being in a hug. He lies limply, winded from the summoning. "I have missed you."
Hello. How much HP does an eidolon get per hit die? Roll for it, average, or max? Thank you. |