Baphomet awoke to the sound of battle (to witch I obviously wanted to join) yet I was unable to move for some reason, I also noticed that as he looked around the room he guessed that he shrank as everything was smutch bigger than him, noting this he tried his best to move something other than his eyes. While he was doing his beast to move he made note of his surroundings, Baphomet was on his back in a quite shabby cottage that was barely standing, he could also see blood coming from under the barely made walls, there was light streaming in from the gaps in the wood that made the walls, and through those gaps he saw humanoid figures doing battle and many bodies lying dead against the walls from witch he assumed the blood was coming from. After about 2 minutes of trying he was able to flop his head to the side and directly into one of the pools of blood around him, that was when he felt a huger unlike any he had ever felt before, Baphomet had alwase eaten the flesh and blood of his enemies, but this was not the knowing hunger one usually feels, this was a hunger that clawed at him that was on the verge of obsession. So Baphomet drank the blood of the fallen warrior, at first nothing happened, then strength returned to his body, not much but enough to move to another puddle of blood. Before long Baphomet had devoured all the blood in the cabin, and felt he had the strength of a fully grown man. He also noticed that he grew to the size of a human boy not yet through his 10th year. Making his way to one of the man hoped boys that leaned against the outside of the cabin, he punched through the wood that barely stood and dragged the Human warrior awards the center of the cabin taring the flesh from his bones and devouring it. By the time he was finished he he had the strength to 2 warriors witch are at least 10 times stronger than a regular man, he also grew a few inches bringing him to about 5'6" in hight. At this point the hunger only grew, pushing Baphomet to charge outside and devour any meat he could find, mostly consisting of fallen warriors. After what seemed to be hours there were no more bodies within reach, so Baphomet charged awards the chaos that wast the battle going on about 100 feet away. He was a hurricane of death, his fists crushing skulls and shoving them into his mouth, every second he would gore another enemy with his horns,and every step wit his hooves ground the bones on the fallen into dust. Somewhere at the back of his mind he saw that he grew into a beast standing at 12 feet 10 inches at some point in the middle of the feast and his body refused to grow any more than that, not that he didn't grow stronger every bite he took. The slaughter went on for hours until he stood covered in blood, in a barren waste of shredded metal, crushed bone, and darkened sand. Only then did his sense return and the hunger fade. Baphomet stood there unsure of what to do so he decided to make inventory of what had happened so far.
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1.) He seemed to grow in strength as he devoured the flesh of others.
2.) The amount of strength varies from creature to creature as he had felt increases of strength vary from soldier to soldier.
3.) He seemed to have lost Blood Cleaver and all his gear.
4.) he Coud no longer feel the gods on this realm.
"Well then, nowhere to go now but forwards." He Thought as he felt the strength of legions flowing through him, and started to walk forwards to the mountains he saw in the distance.
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"Well that was interesting." mused a man in a golden robe who looked down at the carnage Baphomet had wrought. "Do you still think we can control him Tariel?"
"I'm not shore. I think we should wait until he grows a bit more before we make contact." responded a man in a blue robe. "Though I do know that there is only more conflict to come. And may Sithis have mercy on those he deems enemies."