[center][h1] Artificing Saint [/h1][/center]

He'd been asleep when it happened. Perhaps it was mercy that his death was quick, and he'd not had to wake up to the terrible pain. But on the other hand, when they all started falling, he was groggy, only for his eyes to jolt open as air cut past. And then, the impact. That left him dazed, and somewhat knocked out. He heard the Goddess, and she seemed...nice. But he had a splitting headache, which soon began to resolve, as the lizardman lay there, flat on his back. Unlike the others, who needed a moment to realize the changes, he'd noticed at once.

[i]"Okay...that's not normal."[/i] His vision was weird. Like, he could see more, in a wider range than previously. It was when he lifted an arm, that he noticed...he has scales. His first thought was that yes, he'd been transformed into a dragonborn or something! It was only when he looked a little closer, and started feeling his face, as he pulled himself upright, that he realized that perhaps he was wrong a tad. Sure, it wasn't a normal fantasy race that looked a bit more....appealing? Then again, at the same time, he was stronger than the average human, if he understood basic logic. This was more a lizardman, he thought. He groaned, glancing around, seeing what looked like a colorful jester girl, who was now losing her collective shit, a pervert who was clearly seeking to score with the elf, what looked like a dwarf, some sort of...witch girl? And the last one...he couldn't place. They smelled funny. Oh right, better sense of smell, perhaps?

There was also some sort of humming he could feel in his rear, but a quick check confirmed...it came from the ground. Okay, that was interesting. He took stock. A crossbow, and some sort of bag. It looked familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. Fun. He looked over the group again. Was he the only one of the school here? That...upset Henry internally. Sure, most of them were stuckup pricks, like that one kid who got in through his prestigious status, and let's be honest, that kid hitting on the girl reminded him of the other for some reason. Granted, Henry had always kept to himself, so he didn't know as much as he could about the others. But it upset him...because the thought of being that level of alone, where only you know yourself, and no others, hurt. He didn't want to be alone. If he was here, perhaps he had died or something, and that thought also scared him. But while the guy hit on the elf, and the one girl tried to help the one with arms, and the clown laughed like a pyscho...his attention turned to the last one. The witch girl. Sure, she looked scary, but Henry and her were...the most out there of their group. So unless she did something to repel him, or her mere presence was a problem, he went over, the lizardman looking towards them, his voice, while gravely and reptilian, holding a strange sort of gentleness that had any of the others known who this was, might have been startled by. This was a new world...a chance to be someone. He'd still be a writer, but for now...helping another was what mattered.

[i]"Hey, how are you doing?"[/i] He really wasn't sure what to expect, but he held out his hand to the gothic gal, to help her up, if she needed it. Otherwise, he'd just be there, to offer aid as needed. His mind was thinking about the task laid out though. Some sort of threat. This was like a video game, a moltry crew of heroes or anti-heroes, or reformed villains. Either way, he'd do what he could, at least. First step, helping the odd one out. Besides, she couldn't be that scary underneath...it was probably just a side effect of what the goddess had done. Man, that was gonna be interesting to deal with, a goddess, rather than a god or something. Hopefully...she'd be a guiding light when they needed it, or just someone to talk to. He wasn't looking forward to the sleepless nights as he adjusted to this new form. And for a moment, he did wonder, like mister "I'm well endowed" what exactly had happened to his manhood, but he decided it wasn't worth figuring that bit of biology out just yet... So back on point, the hand, out stretched, as warm a smile as he could muster on his reptilian face, yellow eyes gazing out from the sides of his head, down at the girl. Thankfully he had some degree of balance. And could still feel that tingling sensation, but it was now just in his feet. Perhaps there was some sort of energy underground? Be worth looking into later, just what sorts of powers each person had to use. He hoped he'd gotten something useful...that bag was probably it. Right?

Man, what a bunch of misfits, poor goddess, she'd summoned a bunch of children who weren't friends already. This was going to be a steep learning curve. Especially with company on their way...