Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180705230112

The gem, embedded in his pocket, had, via his ancestral connection, recognized Alburn as it's user. The effect of its blessings, finally kicked in. His weapon, gradually shifting appearance under his eyes, had changed into a silver rifle, with a snake slithering ac pas the barrel. It hums with an unidentified source of power.

His hands, slowly encased in the same material, with streams of lines ended in a dot, managed like nervous systems. Dexterity, strength, precision blessed his arms.

His feet,sheltered in the same casing, shaped like a human's sinew at its apex. Purple veins ran across its rugged lining, burning away the protein that was to weight down his spring endurance. Replaced quickly with greater leg strength and velocity.

Power became his. And yet, the gem had started flickering like a distress beacon. The beat synchronized with his own heart. Danger was nearby...