[center][h1][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2800337]John[/url][/h1][/center]

Primitives. Great. Just great. Reverting his body back to normal, John was considering his words carefully. These superstitious morons obviously have no concept of celestial bodies, let alone the fact that some other places can be different. Best course of action was to describe the wench, unfortunately John was quite bad with descriptions. 

[b]"At first, she appeared young woman in her early to mid twenties, with blue eyes and long white hair. She was wearing a white bodysuit which had many glowing lines of blue and purple, forming circuit-like patterns. She also had angelic... uhh... bird like wings which looked like they were made of pure, white light. She also was glowing."[/b]

[b]"Then after telling me that she has given me this power, she changed. Her hair turned black, the glowing lines on her clothes became red and purple, her wings became bat-like and quite dark, and her eyes turned red. [i]"Many forms of power come at a price. And the price for yours... is your freedom."[/i] That's what she said to me. Apparently, she wants us to kill the powerful beings of this world, take their power as our own and to challenger her pantheon... and her, if we ever want to go home. Does this make any sense for you? Because it does not for me. And most likely, my buddy here had the same dream."[/b]