Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180606234558

Indeed, JPK does see the strange hyena-man and this... mamono... woman...? Definitely not natural looking by any case of the imagination. Out in the fields the other anomaly presents itself as a man riding a horse. To the device perhaps scanning the surroundings, it might want to correct a few things. As that's no teleportation or portal-bending, that's just a manifestation of magic, a magical construct formed from nothing but a spell that looks to be of flesh.

Whatever the case it comes closer to the two, pointingly looking at this winged-woman clearly in a state of shock to someone so close. The other four nearby are backing away from this exchange, worried murmurs bursting forth from their lips but due to the distance they are but white noise.

''The rider's gallop slows to a trot, eyes lighting up as if smiling at the angel underneath the cover. To which the horse completely stops not 20ft away. A lengthy pause insues, and he begins to speak, a broad baritone his voice.''

"Thank Sigarda your here, we managed to fend them off as best we can, but Virsale has fallen, we need reinforcements immeadiately."

To the gnoll and the other man, they both hear nothing, but this man has stopped exactly 20ft away from them and is just looking at her vacantly. Faida herself slumps to her knees but her mouth starts to open and speak, conversing with... someone.

"Rest well in Heron's grace, rider, but... if Virsale has fallen? Than wouldn't evacuation would be of greater priority."

The man chuckles to himself, "oh no, no evacuation is necessary, infact, if you could bring all of you to me that would be just fine~" 

SNAP!

''Just as Faida was about to say something else, the Lone Rider's neck snaps abruptly into too himself and the horse neighs loudly as it's jaw starts to become distended and stretched apart it's flesh. It's inner half is suddenly throughly combined into a thick mass of purple-red tendrils that connect the horse and man each other. But the torso and head of the man seem to be missing, as they're transfigured into more of these tendrils.''

''The lantern's light serves as a subsitiute for this thing's head, a glowing beacon. Elsewhere it's glaive is stuck midway between the... human half and through the entirety of the 'horse's body. As tail and mane fur start growing out of open pores and wounds on the beast, extra atrophied hooves also take shape.''

''It lets out a scream, sounding like words but barely. "WKL ARN ALL 'RMAKUL!"''

To the outsider view, the man on the horse suddenly transforms into this hideous abomination that lets out an anguished sounding 'neigh' as it starts shambling towards the now sobbing angelic-horror. The centaurs and satyros letting out curses and swears as they see this happening.