You wield a curved ruby wakizashi labeled as *N* <purple glow> in your left
claw.
Dark red flames appear on the blade as you wield the wakizashi and 0 small red
gems light up on the hilt.
You slip the bracers onto your forearms and feel a surge of electricity shoot
through your body. Fingerthick beams of crackling lightning shoot up and down
your forearms. It is an awe-inspiring sight to behold.
Surprisingly, the teeth fit perfectly. You also feel a strange hunger.
The hellfire seeps through your chest and assaults your mind with images of
brutal combat.
Ten deadly quills emerge from your tail.
You wear the grand cross with pride and gain strength from your scars received
in battle.
Your mind is filled with evil thoughts as you wear the cloak.
You scream in agony. If feels as though your very flesh is being torn
apart bit by bit. Your head is about to break, you feel something grow
out of it. Slowly the pain receeds and you can think clearly again.
You scream loudly.
Yes!!!! You slip into the bloody boots. It is a good day tear asunder any who
block your path!