This Topic is for Team Eight (Ulfr, Nathaniel) to reply to the main Sol Stone topic.

    Úlfr starred in disbelief at the gargantuan entity before him, mouth slightly ajar as he gazed at the being. The group around him buzzed with activity as the cultist leader Scern asked for their help. While the others jumped to action Úlfr hesitated to react just yet, still unsure of what exactly was going on. It seemed as if Scern had protected them from being squashed, and if he really had, then that meant the cultists he had killed hadn't necessarily been evil. The ones that had attacked Kamille the night Úlfr had found her injured and exhausted he felt no regret for killing, but perhaps the others had not deserved such a thing.

    While he stood pondering these things, he felt another burst of the strange energy, and it took a moment to realize that the scene before him felt like déjà vu. It dawned on him that time was seemingly being reset, with him having vague recollection of each prior moment relived. Scern seemed to be outside the influence of the phenomenon they were all experiencing and the longer it went on the more Úlfr felt himself slipping. The experience was maddening, and with no end in sight, the lycanthrope felt as if he would lose his grip on his sanity. With each re-passing of that moment the lycanthrope could feel the feral side of him gaining ground, and he was beginning to experience what lycanthropy was like for those that weren't natural-born, the seperation of identity between beast and man and the loss of control. Fur, claws, and fangs kept growing without prompting, faster and faster as the singular shard of time they found themselves stuck in continued on.

    Before he lost himself to the madness entirely, however, Úlfr heard a voice inside his head, faint at first but it steadily grew in strength. It "sounded" like his own concious speaking to him, but the words that came to him were not his; rather, they were the words of some other version of him. The words fluctuated in strength and clarity, sometimes falling silent in the middle of sentences, but they grounded him. He could feel his sanity repairing itself as this other self rooted him, centered him. An image began to form in his mind's eye, almost like a darkened reflection of himself, except this "reflection" looked to be partly comprised of shadows, as if he wasn't entirely human. It was this "reflection" that was speaking to him, proclaiming itself to be another version of himself from another version of reality.

    The werewolf shook his head as they all seemed to finally snap out of the time loop they were in and fell to their knees. If creating another version of himself was price to pay for maintaining his sanity, then he would gladly accept it; he tended to talk to himself when working through a problem anyways, this might just streamline the process for him.

    With a defiant snarl, Úlfr mustered his strength and stood. Closing his eyes, he breathed deep and tried pulling the power of shadows to him, attempting to coalesce the darkness around his form. Opening his eyes, he inspected himself, and acted on what he saw.

Attempting to use Dark Form from Shadowdancer PrC. (Self Buff/Support Action.) 

If Dark Form is successful, Úlfr will attempt to sneak up to Ziev. Passive SD abilities One with the Shadows and Pass Without a Trace, as well as exalted stealth to help fascilitate this action. If Dark Form is unsuccessful, Úlfr will still try to get in close to Ziev without being noticed while trying to stay ready to dodge any attacks that come his way.

     Ulfr managed to reach the gargantuan entity's torso, specifically the bottom of his belly as that was where the invisible platform they all seemed to be standing on placed them in relation to the supposesed god. Looking up and taking a brief moment to observe the incomprehensible level of power this "Ziev" commanded, the lycanthrope pondered the sanity of what he was about to attempt, as it would surely attract a lot of attention. Hopefully, Úlfr would be able to both distract Ziev and survive afterwards. Deciding that it would be better to just act rather than take the time to talk himself out of such a dangerous gambit, Úlfr returned his gaze to what was in front of him: Ziev's bellybutton.
     Closing his eyes and focusing his mana, Úlfr let it flow into the arcane runes on his hands and feet, magical markings of shadowy origins that had manifested on him a few months prior. Opening his eyes, he flicked his wrists and eldritch claws comprised of physical shadows erupted from his hands and feet. Swallowing hard the silver-haired werewolf steeled his nerves before attempting to eviscerate and rip into the giant being's bellybutton, a hopefully very sensitive and vulnerable spot for the entity.

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Used Eldritch Claw Tattoo from Autumn/Fall Seasonal Shop. Attempting to rip, claw, and tear Ziev's bellybutton ( offensive action )

     Giant red magical chains rose up from the invisible platform they were all standing on to restrain Ziev, and Úlfr felt a small sense of relief from the rest of the group being able to protect Scern, allowing him to nearly complete his spell. The cult leader called out to all of them, telling them to press the attack while he finished his casting. Úlfr decided that this was an all or nothing type of situation, and so felt that he do all that was within his power. Also, he felt a bit slighted that the giant in front of him seemingly ignored his attack.
     Úlfr shifted into his werewolf form, never pausing his attack as the change came over him, his face elongating to become a ferocious muzzle filled with razor-sharp teeth, silver-grey fur erupting from his skin as his body grew in size, and dangerous claws tipping the ends of his wolvish digits already enshrouded by his eldritch claws. He attacked as quickly as he could with as much ferocity as he could muster; he couldn't really contribute to this fight any other way but he would give his all in the way that he could. The werewolf put all his strength into attacks, biting and clawing the so-called god before him, doing his damnedest to eviscerate Ziev.

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Úlfr has changed into his werewolf form, mechanically speaking this just means he is now using the fangs and claws weapons from the graft shop, though the eldritch claws are still active as well. He is attempting to bite and claw Ziev with unarmed attacks with his fangs and eldritch claws on his hands and feet (offensive action). Unarmed skill is at Exalted level.