Oh You Crazy Malarites. . .

[Calliope]

Heather Hearthwood, The Paladin of Malar, is seen chasing a displacer beast into Gaunt square. Her prey flees in terror as the savage plush wolverine of a girl chases after it. The beast thought the unarmed girl an easy meal when they first met deep in the Bramble, but it quickly learned who the real predator was. . .

Valera and Bentin jump in to aid The Paladin of Malar but their help is not needed. A worried Frubo and an uncarring Mara watch on from the side lines.




"Hail Malar!" Heather slays the beast with her bare hands.

Heather drags the mangled corpse out side of town and tosses it to the side. She wiggles and squirms in pain as her skin tears, great tufts of fur jut out from her body as she bulges and swells. Her bones crack and grind as she takes on the form of a massive dire bear. Her fearsome roar is carried through the night air back to the near by town of Gaunt. "Mmrraaaaww!"

HeatherBear's powerful claws make short work of the dead beasts chest, tearing it open to reveal the tasty noodles inside... "Slluurrrrrp." Mmmm, so good, so fresh. . .

Thirty minutes or so later the wobbly dazed girl is seen haphazardly staggering through town while holding an extended full little belly. She flashes an innocent blood covered smile to anyone who might meet her along the way before heading to the inn to pray and sleep.

[Malzaron]

*Malzaron would hear the commotion out of his inn room's window*

" Interesting "

*goes back to doing whatever it was he was doing*

[Mysto]

The dark mage watches from around the corner of the inn as he heads in. "hrm.. I think she's got it.." he heads inside for the night.