No one's dared to turn me into anything yet, and for good reason.

[ he would pizza rotate them. he ...... is not super stoic about pain right now. he is during a fight, he'd be a shitty blood hunter if he wasn't, but he's kind of a drama queen otherwise and shifts when it stings, expression tightening and then loosening again. ]

Kitewoman. Boops. And Goop? Gloops. Something. It was incredibly stupid. But I suppose one doesn't question the logic of a dream while you're in it. We believed ourselves prisoners, and that to earn our freedom, we had the choice of obeying or death. So we struck out on our question - to quell the source of necromancy in the region. Your common, shambling corpses and such.