Vorcet let the body slip to the floor, one more stain in the floor of the now ill kept guard tower would go unnoticed. Vorcet studdied the features of his victim carefully for a while. Then he centered his mind and began to chant, small changes apeared at first in the body on the ground, then more quickly the snap of bone and reforming of flesh could be heard. Finally shoulders slumped at the drain of power required to reform the shape of a human body Vorcet admired his handiwork. Nobody would be able to tell the difference between the two men in the room.
Working from memory Vorcet began chanting again THis time he held off the changes until the spell was complete. Vorcet just hoped he could remain concious through the innevitable pain to follow. Vorcet stopped chanting and steeled himself. He released the magic and felt it slam into himself. Vorcet hunched over in pain fighting to remain concious as wave after wave of intense pain ripped through his core. His legs shortened, as did his arms. his internal organs contracted as his ribcage reformed into its new shape. Snaps and grinding noises came from Vorcet's face as his face lengthened and his skull changed shape.
Panting and lying curled up in a ball on the floor, Vorcet waited for the wracking pains to cease their rounds through his body. As the last of them faded away Vorcet stretched his new body experimentally. Standing up slowly through slight waves of dizziness Vorcet grabbed Is'Kal's weapon belt and strapped it around his waist. He pulled the sword out and studdied his face in the steel of the flat of the blade. A simple beguiling spell would not have held for the time needed. And this left no traceable magic.
Vorcet took the sword and slid it into the dagger hole in the dead guard, opening the wound to match that of a sword thrust. Vorcet added a few dents to the guards armor and stepped back admiring his handiwork. Vorcet walked over to the wall and steeling himself he bashed his face into it to add a fresh bruis and a bloody nose to his new look. Staggering back and grabbing his nose he gathered his wits and looked around. THe room was not in enough dissaray to make it apear as if a fight had happened here. He threw some things about and emptied the table of its contents.
Satisfied with the results, Vorcet walked to the door of the tower and With his new voice Yelled to the tower to the north for help. Within minutes teh guard tower was filled with vectorian guards and a very angry Rhay. Vorcet got several claps on the back as the body that looked so exactly like his own was dragged out of the tower. Talk was tossed about regarding a promotion which got Vorcet's attention.
Now to get word out to his friends so they were not concerned about his body adorning a spike on the outside of the gates of the city.
