Experimenting with your new form, you swipe at a torch bracket on the wall with your claws, and the iron snaps with a sharp metal ping.
Nearby, the two miners have given up searching for their colleague and head back. Working their way up the slanting tunnel with long, iron tipped staves, a dense and unearthly fog suddenly descends on them and causes them to lose sight of each other.
"Teodric, where are you?"
"Over here! What the hell...URK"
Teodric's last thought is a dim sense of surprise at the claw poking through his throat, and he falls without a sound. Sagard, the other miner, rushes to his aid, but he is too late. A considerable stream of blood trickles down the sloped passage, mingling with the dusty stone.
A sudden swish, like that of a cloak, appears behind Sagard and he turns and raises his pickaxe, but he no longer has it. In fact, he no longer has his hands or forearms, and blood gushes from the stumps. Noticing a sudden feeling of warmth in his chest, he looks down and finds a claw puncturing his sternum and puncturing his heart. More blood pours from his chest wound and a deep slash in his throat that he couldn't remember receiving.
Falling to the floor, he sees one last thing before he dies - a terrifying, four-armed being with an inexplicable aura of chaos surrounding it. His dimming thoughts are dominated by its two flaming, malicious blue eyes.
Strength: 14, base 10 (+2 for killing (Permanent), +2 for killing (temporary), +2 from a good meal)
Mind: 10, base 8 (+2 for killing (Permanent), +2 for killing (temporary))
Captured Souls: 3
Time: 1:30 PM
Sooner or later, the miners are probably going to notice that none of the people sent into the deeper tunnels are returning.
MINOR EDIT: Slight modification to improve the smoothness of the reading.