Natealie
A Mask of Nyarlathotep
"Isokle. I'm Isokle, and you needn't worry, whatever your reasons are I'm sure they're just as valid as everyone elses." She liked this man. Hopefully they could get along. Hopefully the party could get along. "Regardless though if you'd please give me a moment, I would like to address the group as a whole." Esokle asked of Kyrule, turning to everyone.
"So then, I believe that if we are going on this journey together I must explain something to you. If after this revelation you feel uncomfortable around me you are free to leave. And if our patron wishes to see me out I shall leave. Now then, disclaimers aside, I have something to show you all." The woman said before standing up.
And then literally bursting into flames.
From those flames a shadowy figure emerged. That figure was clearly Isokle, but something was off. She was changing. Slowly parts burst from her skin, altering her flesh. Horns shot from her skull. Wings arose from her back. And she was also graced with claws and a tail.
The flames subsided, strangely not leaving any burn marks, and she turned to the group.
"So, I may be an actual dragon who's thousands of years old. There's more to the story, but best not to overwhelm you all now as this may be a lot to take in on top of the job and meeting everybody else. But yeah, I am actually what most people consider to be a monster." Isokle stated, sitting back down in her chair now, ironically next to the man nicknamed The Monster.
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