Ascendant

At first you aren't totally sure you even want to "specialize", this form had suited you just fine up to this point, but the "poisonous abilities and the capacity for almost unlimited growth" catches your eye and before you know what's happening the screen disappears and a surge of power rolls through you. It feels like mana but... better. Almost euphoric, like liquid glory surging through your veins. Your ministrations on Miera cease, you barely have the presence of mind to set her down before the second burst of energy hits you and the glory becomes fire under your skin.

Doubling over you hiss in pain as your tendrils split down the middle, over and over again, till they're no thicker than strands of spaghetti. You have about a second to be horrified before the third wave hits with the **** of a thunderclap, burning green light searing out of your very core. It feels like an explosion is trapped within you, pressing implacably at your bark, unable to escape your confines. The pressure builds and builds, your wooden flesh creaking with the strain. This is it. This is how it ends. CRRRAAAAAACK.

With the sound of splintering wood your bark gives and detonates like shrapnel, but miraculously you remain whole. You feel the power coursing through you, infusing you, becoming you, and as the light fades for the last time you spread your tendrils and bellow a mighty roar into the night.

You tower over the meadow, at least 15 feet taller than mere moments before. Where you had dozens of course vines before, now you have hundreds of leafy, almost ivy-like tendrils that spread out from you like some immense cape. They stretch out from you in all directions, nearly spanning the clearing in their length. You notice they're not as strong as your old appendages, it's difficult to lift them entirely off the ground, but they're certainly more dextrous. You twine them around the nearest trees, leaning into them like a throne.

Your body has become a central stalk, long and willowy, while your flower has grown in size and complexity, a huge white lily that frames your face like some kind of royal collar. Wait. Somethings different... You actually have a face. Not like before, where it was just your center of expression and vision, but an actual humanoid face. A little yellow perhaps but it was technically your flower. You raise a tendril curiously, feeling out your new features. They seem rather long, for a human anyway, hopefully giving you a regal look rather than a gaunt one. It's hard to tell without a mirror but you think everything's there, thin mouth, almond shaped "eyes", your anther even rose into a spindly "crown" surrounding your "head".

Feeling terribly vain for the first time in your life, you spend some time relishing your new look, feeling over your slender features. Forcing yourself to put your tendril down, you open your stats window...