Blaidd's Quest- Part 2 (Patreon)

Blaidd ventures forth into the Lands Between in search of runes to empower him, and the results are starting to look very impressive! Enjoy, all!

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 Blaidd was a warrior, first and foremost- loyal to his lady, to be sure, but the thrill of battle was his first love. The towering wolf-man had thus chosen the region of Caelid, red and corrupted with the curse of undeath seeping into the blackened soil, to properly start his quest. He had cleaved through the undead and the Kindred of Rot with ease, his greatsword cutting through them like a scythe through wheat. But that's what frustrated Blaidd- it was all too easy. The magic put upon him would not be lifted by his strength and will alone by picking away at the decayed and twisted remains of ordinary people- he needed something of a greater challenge. He was slogging through the muddy fields between Dragon Farm and Fort Faroth when his luck changed- a fiery comet smote the ground, and out of the debris, a Fallingstar Beast emerged- finally, a creature of such unfathomable origin and skill, it would be a worthy battle.

And Blaidd was well rewarded for his victory- Gold Runes manifested as the strange, bull-like creature fell, and the wolf-man took them into his clawed hands- instantly, the power surged into his body. He gasped, a surge of adrenaline pulsing through his core, spreading to his extremities, followed by a tight pain all over his body. It took him a few moments to realize what was going on; he was growing bigger. In an effort to relieve some of the pressure, and to save his gear, he hurriedly reached for leather straps, bits of armor falling to the ground. The chainmail shirt underneath was almost impossible- links were breaking, but hundreds of small, metal bits were pressing down on him, constricting him- he could see tensed, thickly roped muscle just underneath, and with a snarl, he tore at it, rending his chainmail apart to get some breathing space. 

Breathing heavily, the wolf took stock- his body had engorged itself on the power of the runes. His arms were thickly corded, his chest surged forward like sails under fullwind- and an already toned and muscular core had become thick and hard as stone, sculpted abs pressing down on each other. With a touch of awe, one hand resting on the hilt of his greatsword, Blaidd curled his arm, his engorged bicep rising up as large as his head. "Blast…" he muttered. "That'll take some getting used to."