Shalar Yotul Azari
Beast Barbarian 3
AC: 15 HP: 26/32
PP: 13
Rages: 2/3
Conditions: Berserk! Resistance to conventional weapons, Adv. on strength checks and saving throws +2 damage

As if by the will of some spiteful god, Shalar was assailed for her words by arrows and explosives. Her blood dripped.

"Geh heh heh...." Shalar chuckled lowly, lowering her arms where she'd shielded her face. "<More like it! Yes!>"

She shuddered and then howled, loud and long, a cacophonous roar that was the dread for all who would trepass in the Valley of Beasts. Twisted antlers, uneven and jagged, burst from her head in a horrible tearing sound as her claws grew and forearms bristled with wire-like hair. She opened her mouth in a grin, and it yawed far more than should be possible to reveal great fangs.

"Yezz... I fight largezzt!" she exclaimed, her words underlaid with a bone-deep growl.

She bounded forward recklessly, using her hands as well to propell herself forward to leap onto the bugbear. Those terrible great claws slashed, sending up arcs of red as she heedlessly clawed into the bugbear's flesh. It struggled, of course, shoving at her, but she was too close to bring its heavy mace to bear. In a surge of frantic motion, the bugbear pushed her off and turned to run.

That was a mistake.

Shalar leapt onto its back from behind. She swung her head, and razor-sharp fangs clamped onto the sleepwalker's neck, chewed, and tore back to spit gore onto the floor. The bugbear crumpled, arteries opened, and Shalar was left perched on top of its corpse, blood streaked down her front. She laughed, teeth flashing, long tongue lolling.

"Gyahahahahaha! Yezzz! See the mightt ov Shalar Yotul Azzzari!"