Re: And so it began:
OOC:
22:26, Today: Sita-ish rolled 12 using 1d20. shapeshifting.
Transform to normal form: shapeshifting 13 + 3 from Pierre + 1 from Ben + 0 from roll = 17 vs DN (4-ish?), a very good success.
The werewolf sensed the hostility in Jalia's expression, and in her bearing. Was this meat challenging her, for dominance!?! The creature gave a low, rumbling growl, her claws curling to the ready. Her funeral, then.
No! NO! screamed what remained of Sita, deep inside the beast. She heard Ben's voice in her head as well, and added her own to it. Rest now. This is your pack, you're safe here. Please. Just rest.
The werewolf backed away from Jalia warily, not taking her eyes off anyone. She edged closer to the edge of the clearing, where she could keep them all in her field of vision. But soon, her breathing slowed. She finally looked down, to glance at her blood-soaked claws. As she watched, they shifted into Sita's smaller, hairless hands, changing back to human along with the rest of her.
Sita sank to her knees. With shaking hands, she unscrewed the cap from her canteen. She took swigs from it repeatedly, spitting out the fouled water each time. "Please, uh, p-please pardon muh--my poor manners, friends", she said, spitting again. "You see, I am, ah, I am. . . a vegetarian." The remark sounded woefully inadequate to the situation, even to her own ears. But they didn't understand. Couldn't understand. Because they weren't the ones with a mouth full of gore. She was.
She took another swig and waited for their hate to rain down, like the red spray all around her.
OOC: I played the Suspicion subplot card for this adventure, if that affects anyone's reactions.
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