Blaze shifts again, bones and flesh pulling and stretching into a new monstrous form. Long hairy and clawed hands reach down and grab hold of the green leaves of the first plant. The tannis root comes out of the soft earth with a literal howl, as if some feral animal was struck a sudden blow. The root itself is a swollen tangle of greenish-yellow vegetation, wrapped around clods of dirt and strong in the rotten onion odor. Fortunately, the noise is lost on the masses of Beshilu that has focused itself on Bear and Solomon.

(OOC: so does Blaze have a backpack or a satchel or something with him? It would disappear when he shifts into the right form, but could materialize with him in his more humanoid forms)

As Bear rounds the tower, greater numbers of dirty Nihilith pour out of the cyclopean structure. Though some of the rats are greater in size, clearly having cannibalized their kin, there are no clear leaders or even Rokhan. The rodents throw curses at the racing Uratha, who are too large and athletic to catch or corner. Promises of a painful death at the hands of the Plague gods fill Bear's ears.

Then Bear's eyes are drawn up to the tower. First it is the golden eyes that catch his attention, but then Bear catches site of a biped Beshilu studying him from a arched port hole. The fiend is dressed in red robes, similar to the great priest that Solomon had killed, though this Rokhan appeared younger, less overrun with tumors and disease.