43 Chunks Secret

'Remember Slax you want to challenge these kids but also teach them something so they'll leave the fight a little stronger. Try and push the fat one also, I don't know why but I have a feeling he has something that needs some pressure to unlock.' I say as Slax nods while buffing the blighted castyr.

Astrid screams as she holds her stone sword between the castyr's flat toothed maw and her throat while its claws leave shallow streaks throughout her chest and stomach. Chunk yells out as he charges forward with his spear and impales the blighted castyr through its chest as it releases a pained squeal before falling backwards into its long clawed partner. As the two castyr become tangled the spear snaps several times leaving nothing but wooden twigs. Slax casts several healing spells as the wounded castyr groggily rolls away from its clawed partner before several grunts and squeals are heard from the wooded surroundings.

"Chunk you stay behind me and do what you can to cause damage, Jenny I need buffs and heals. We need to hold these two off until Elrick comes back or we wear them down or we're as good as dead." Astrid says as she wields her stone sword with both hands while the remains of her shattered shield fall to the ground.

"But...But....my weapons...gone..." Chunk whines as he looks around before picking up a rock and holding it out in front of him, unsure of his usefulness. While the rotund spearman mutters with fear while holding his rock Jenny begins buffing Astrid while trying her best to heal her. As the shallow wounds start to stitch themselves together the clawed castyr rushes forward and ducks past Astrid's guard before pouncing on Chunk and slashing the fat teen's body with it's lengthened digits.

"Damn kids gonna die because he brought a shit weapon. Not much we could do though since his ability to wield anything was just about zero, but the girls an even worse tank considering her taunts don't even pull aggro. At least with the trinkets they looted already the healers doing better but Elrick's struggling to take down that ambusher so he won't be able to help this time. Not to mention the geckonian isn't actually fighting yet and he's a wandering boss so a cut above the rest." Mutters Anissa as she debates whether this counts as dangerous enough for the teens to need saving before glancing towards the downed fatty.

"Ah now that be an interesting child." Whispers Slax as Chunk suddenly releases a monstrous roar and various parts of his body seem to harden and grow hair. The several wounds he's sustained so far begin rapidly healing until only the past blood stains his skin while a snout and tusks begin to protrude from his face.

"Get...Off....Of.....ME!!!!" Screams the teen as he lashes out with his arm and sends the clawed castyr flying through the air to land on its back with a crunch before its movements cease.

'Tilly! He changed! Like into a monster!' I say excitedly as I inspect the newly beastial teen quickly.

{Name: Chunsly Trevall Race: Human Status: Enraged/Cursed} {Curse found and recorded! Curse-Curse of the Wereboar. Description: A curse passed down through genetics that can cause the afflicted to change into a half humanoid half beastial race temporarily. Various weir curse exist and the wereboar is one of the more easily controlled and benevolent of them. When transformed the user converts all extra weight on their body into dense bone and muscle while their body will begin growing a thick coat of bristly hair that can act as armor and absorb most blunt damage attacks. A boars snout and tusks usually protrude from the face of the afflicted. Most wereboars once transformed retain their intelligence and sentience but show a lack of patience and increased aggression towards those they perceive as a threat. As the afflicted grows older they can learn to control the curse and transform at will with practice and their beastial form can evolve into higher forms giving way to greater abilities and power.}

As Chunk pulls himself to his feet both Astrid and Jenny turn pale at the view of the teen that's been mocked the entire dungeon trip, his body now heavily muscled and dense as body seems to ripple with energy before he takes a step forward. Glancing at the shaking Astrid, Chunk lets out a jolly laugh before taking the stone sword from her hands and running towards the downed castyr. As the blighted castyr moves in front of its downed partner to defend, Chunk rears back his free hand and swings a clumsy punch using his new body, the bristled fist landing against the blighted castyr's face with a meaty thud before the larger beast is sent rolling to the side, stunned. Smiling in anger the wereboar teen winds the stone sword back behind his head and swings it forward with all his strength towards the downed long clawed castyr, the dull blade penetrating the beasts belly and mowing through its body before cutting it in two, the blade shattering upon impact with the ground beneath.

"Yes!!!! Finally I'm strong! Nobody can laugh at me anymore! No more fat jokes! No more assholes treating me like I'm useless! Now lets see what I can do!" Shouts Chunk as he begins making his way towards the dazed blighted castyr, a gleam of anger in the wereboars eyes as a crazed smile spreads across his face.

"Shit! The kid has a gods damned weir curse?!? How did nobody know about this! Well He seems to be focused on the monsters right now so I'll just keep an eye on him but if he goes savage then I'll have to knock him out and haul his fat ass back to home base and hand him off to druid. Least that way I'll get a bonus for the discovery and he can get some training on how to control it without trying to kill every asshole who teased the brat. But a wereboar huh, they're a pretty rare one considering they usually only show up in warrior families. Good thing they're normally of the neutral or good mindset cus if they were straight up evil like a lot of weir it could be trouble." Mumbles Anissa as she watches the now bristly wereboar teenager begin to box the blighted castyr to death, a manic smile on the teens face while his party watches in both awe and fear.