Terry's wings dumped the dice onto the board. They both landed on 4. One of Dave's paws let loose his red dice and got eleven. "It'ssss about damn time," the snake hissed. "I believe the top card issss for you."
Sue pulled the card off the stack and laid it on the floor in front of Terry.
Hope you liked this little form.
Now for something more the norm.
This will help you make it through:
Your hands return, and fingers too.
Terry began to grow rapidly. Soon the once seven-inch-high bat regained the height Terry had when he started. His wings pulled themselves to his back, while a set of furred arms emerged from his shoulders. They were furry brown, clawed and quite strong, but they were arms nonetheless.
"I don't suppose you could spare some of that height," Tom called. The tiny centaur was tapping one of his hooves on the floor in a bored, rhythmic clack.
"Afraid not," Terry said. "But I'm coming up on a blue square. If I roll a four--"
"But if you roll both 2's, you'll lose your memory just like I did," Sue warned.
"It would be worth it," Terry's cold black eyes looked straight into hers. "If I could give yours back." He picked up the dice and rolled once more...