Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140203200917

Rowan looked at the ring. he toyed around with it. Not under any pressure by Gwendolynn, he reseached it more closely. The more he did, the more tempted he was too put it on, as if it was talking to him... whispering. As if Boehtiah herself embodied it and whispered to the morally broken Nord.

he then stopped. as he looked straight into the ring's hoop. It seemed to get bigger the longer he looked at it. As if it somehow surpassed it's physical borders and swallowed Rowan's entire body through a mystical veil.

He then looked at gwendolynn for the last time. She looked back with her burning brown eyes

"Fuck it."

And he put the ring on his ring finger.

Suddenly. Rowans entire body was burning, falling, drowning, flying, lifted, thrown, into a void, waterfall, Greenery, lave pools, geisers. His entire body was changing. His muscles got bigger. They ripped his shirt and pants. he felt his chin burn as hairs sprouted from it, creating a vast beard that covered most of his chin and even cheeks. his Blue eyes became the darkest of blue and his mind got cloudier. The one moment he was screaming out of agony, because of the sudden unnatural changes to his body to the sensible feeling of his personallity being affected by the Deadric prince. Intertwined as it were. He laughed, he cried, he tossed his body across the room. Hitting several pieces of furniture.

Gwendolynn looked in awe as she witnessed Rowan's change. The entire room shaked aswell. As if Boethiah herself tried to fit her being into the room. Furniture trembled. The water in his washing bowl was boiling and the valve that maintained the steam regulation of his beaumatic furnace was catapulted off andt ricocheted across the room.

Rowan, started to feel the Magical powers flow through every viber of his being. Libraries of magical knowledge filled his mind. his grasp on magicka growing enormously. it all started to looks so simple... His eyes became like eagle eyes, perfect for archery, he felt like he could shoot an arrow from Riften and hot someone with a deadly shot in Solitude. The door of his chamber blasted off. and a gust of wind filling the room. making Gwendolynn's hair wave through the wind. Papers and other small objects started to circle around Rowan as if he himself had risen to godhood. while all of this happened he let out a painful but joyfull laugh.

It seemed an eternity but it really only took a few seconds. And eventually the wind stopped blowing and the pieces of paper hoovered back down to the ground...

Rowan panted heavily. he let his hands rest on his kneecaps, but he had to get used to his broader chest now. So he couldn't see them aswell as he could before.

Gwendolynn had thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle however... She then lay down on the bed and beckoned Rowan to join her.