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Blaidd held his breath, keeping as still as possible. Portals, god he hated them, no control and easy to end up half way through the floor. But it was necessary, he closed his eyes ready for the flash of light.

 

Pain. Searing pain burned through his body. Felt like his whole body had been thrown around, squeezed through one of those clothes press, stuck at the bottom of the ocean. God it hurt. Soon the pain was forgotten as he felt a breeze as the sky and land below flashed past him. 

 

Twisting his body awkwardly he avoided the building, before flexing the arcane essence that surrounded his body, drawing the air around him to control his descent as he used the wind itself to steer and guide him gently to the floor.

 

Getting to his feet, Blaidd took a glance around scanning his surroundings, well drilled, looking for danger immediately.  He felt like s***, the nausea kicking in. Bloody portals.

 

"Good to hear that we are still alive and kicking. Everyone still got their arms and legs?"

 

Flexing his transformed body, his now formed claws extending out and his teeth bared. Drawing on his innate magic, the tattooed arcane runes that cover his torso flare a bright blue as his body begins to quicken, the world seeming to slow around him. Making his way through the village scanning for the others as the other's messages begin to come through.

 

At Devlin's point about the creatures they have stumbled upon, a hulking large Cyclops stood before Blaidd, it's flesh pale and fetid. With a sigh beginning to loosen his muscles, his body transforming in readiness to strike the creature before him.

 

"One big, dumb, ugly one-eyed f***** spotted ahead. Meet you all in a bit."

 

 

 

 

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Blaidd held his breath, keeping as still as possible. Portals, god he hated them, no control and easy to end up half way through the floor. But it was necessary, he closed his eyes ready for the flash of light.

 

Pain. Searing pain burned through his body. Felt like his whole body had been thrown around, squeezed through one of those clothes press, stuck at the bottom of the ocean. God it hurt. Soon the pain was forgotten as he felt a breeze as the sky and land below flashed past him. 

 

Twisting his body awkwardly he avoided the building, before flexing the arcane essence that surrounded his body, drawing the air around him to control his descent as he used the wind itself to steer and guide him gently to the floor.

 

Getting to his feet, Blaidd took a glance around scanning his surroundings, well drilled, looking for danger immediately.  He felt like s***, the nausea kicking in. Bloody portals.

 

"Good to hear that we are still alive and kicking. Everyone still got their arms and legs?"

 

Flexing his transformed body, his now formed claws extending out and his teeth bared. Drawing on his innate magic, the tattooed arcane runes that cover his torso flare a bright blue as his body begins to quicken, the world seeming to slow around him. Making his way through the village scanning for the others as the other's messages begin to come through.

 

At Devlin's point about the creatures they have stumbled upon, a hulking large Cyclops stood before Blaidd, it's flesh pale and fetid. With a sigh beginning to loosen his muscles, his body transforming in readiness to strike the creature before him.

 

"One big, dumb, ugly one-eyed f***** spotted ahead. Meet you all in a bit."