Nephiliar!

Angwe

An agonized scream startles all into a brief hushed silence as Nephiliar finally transcends the mortal body, assuming the hollow form of a Tekal.

Lianca

Congrats!

Piper

Wewt!

Nephiliar

Inhaling sharply, you raise your arms beside you, bringing them up above your
head as if conducting an orchestra. Cocking your head to the side, you close
your eyes and begin to concentrate upon a distant, focal point within yourself.
Completely unbeknownst to you, the shadow cast by your frame suddenly jerks to
life, slithering from your connecting feet upwards, seemingly guided by a mind
of its own. Inky tendrils that form the insubstantial hands of your shadow sink
deep into your chest, causing your eyelids to flicker open as you gasp at the
sharp pain that resonates from the very fibres of your being. Completely
ignorant of you, the formless figment continues its relentless motions, before
finally fading away into nothingness. For a moment or two, nothing seems to
happen, before agonizing pain ripples through your body. You feel your chest
being torn apart, then reformed and re-molded with your plentiful reserves of
essence deep within. As the pain ebbs, you are assailed with the realization
that you have embraced your new, destructive form as Azudim.
The skies darken momentarily as tendrils of shadow creep across the firmament to
form the terrible visage of the Azudim, Nephiliar.

Less than two hours spent as a tekal.  Thank you for the thread guys, and thanks to anyone who helped me with miasma, safeguard, or artifacts too.