Christ Centered Gamer

Pain overwhelms Kratimos as well as a primal, animalistic rage.
"Brokan, run!Kratimos yells. There is panic in his eyes. He quickly tears off his chain shirt and helmet and stuffs it in his backpack, which he tosses to Brokan, along with his swords. He can feel the beast ripping through. His body beginning to break. His heart tearing. Bones beginning to crack. "Go! I might not be able to control it! Run fast and don't look back!"

"I sure hope I stay awake this time..." Kratimos mutters to himself, in pain. It's never easy, but it's most painful when brought by the moonlight. He takes what clothing he can off during the process and throws them by a distinctive, gnarled tree.
He leaves the wolf tooth amulet he's been wearing around his neck, the one given to him by Father Michael, which he grips tightly in his hand.
"It's just you and me, buddy" His voice cracks through the pain as he talks to the amulet, "I hope I don't lose you, because I think I need you now."

Control Shape:
[dice]0[/dice]

Will Save:
[dice]1[/dice]

((Fathom, if it's too late to remove my armor, I guess we'll just leave it on and have my pack fall where I am. First time changing in a campaign, after all ))

EDIT: ((d20 says 25 to resist involuntary transformation. We sticking to this?
Because if we do, I'm calling back for Brokan to give me my stuff.))

The beast wells up, Kratimos feels it's claws tear into his very psyche. Slowly he looses touch with reality and the rage consumes him. The physical changes begin to manifest. Somewhere inside him....strength, strength like he has never known before. suddenly, a whisper....

"I need you with me."

Then a sudden peace washes over him and the beast is gone. Never before has he felt a release from the madness on this level. His head clears and he sees Brokan standing near him. Kratimos struggles for breath, then takes it in all at once. He looks down and notices something strange: He was grasping the amulet in his hand. Also, he could have sworn for a second that a feint glow was dimming from the item itself.

((Unless you were aware that there was going to be a full moon and prepared, it would take too long and too much concentration for you to remove your armor quickly enough before the beast took over. Good roll!))

((Thanks I'll keep that in mind for tomorrow.))
Kratimos stands up and cracks his neck. And a couple more joints. He doesn't say a word and just reaches out for his items. Once they are back in his hands, he puts his armor and clothes back on (if they were off in the first place). His gaze holds on the amulet, as if offering his gratitude, before putting it back around his neck. He nods his head towards Brokan, signalling he's read to keep moving to camp.

survival roll to see how many more full moons:
[dice]0[/dice]

Brokan is at his wit's end with surprisesand secrets. If Kratimos can see his expression in the moonlight, it displays frustration more than any other emotion.

"Our group is already splintered by pointless religious disputes, disparate philosophies, and people acting bizzarely. I am not inclined to deepen the wound by publically accusing you of keeping secrets that put us all in danger. Whatever just happened, you will have the opportunity to explain whatever you are holding back--to everyone--without my having to demand it. We will all have a lot to talk about at camp tonight."

Brokan continues retracing their path back to camp.

There are no trees in the immediate area outside of the "entrance." Are you going to find a tree to climb or do you want to try to climb to the summit (200' up)?

Kratimos could see Brokan's expression, just as it were in mid-day. Kratimos just rolled his eyes.
But Kratimos was frustrated as well; he should have known it was a full moon. How long were they underground? Did it really spin him around so?

"I hope you take the correct path. The path of truth." Brokan continues retracing the way back to the camp.

"I never lied about who I am and I will answer truthfully to whatever asks" Kratimos explained, keeping an eye out for any dangers. "But they must ask. I will no go about just announcing myself."

Survival:
[dice]0[/dice]