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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:56:39 PM »
HI THERE!
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Fan Creations / Re: Akira's color-full arts
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:54:47 PM »
I'm taking Wattson's place? Cool! I like Wattson, he's cool. And I have the Game Corner and Bike Shop too! SWEET!
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Gaming / Re: Obligatory Pokemon Diamond/Peal/Platinum thread
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:50:15 PM »
I beat Emerald and then my save was erased! I was pissed. I even had Rayquaza (who I spammed to beat the game, of course)! Meh, no matter. I want to get Platinum. Also, Pearl is misspelled in the topic title.
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Fan Creations / Re: Asvelbucket Electric Boogaloo
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:41:54 PM »
lol classic.
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Off The Wall / Re: The Accomplishments Thread! (Inflate your Ego Redux)
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:38:55 PM »
I've been on a masterful creative streak this year, and nothing will stop me!
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Original / Re: How can Blues just be so sexy and perfect?
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:38:12 PM »
If you tried to prove that PB isn't sexy and perfect, the universe would implode upon itself. There is no explanation as to why you're sexy and perfect; you just are, you epitome of sexcellence.
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Fan Creations / Re: Asvelbucket Electric Boogaloo
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:36:44 PM »
lol sigmachu. That's classic. Great job.
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Off The Wall / Re: Post a Random Fact About Yourself
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:32:47 PM »
I beat Mother 3. It was sad.
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Off The Wall / Re: Reposted Picture Thread (56K Warning)
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:31:52 PM »
Old, but here's the desu kobun.
And randomness!
More later!
And randomness!
More later!
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Off The Wall / Re: Post a Random Fact About Yourself
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:24:31 PM »
I cried when Tellah died in FF2 (I say that because I played the SNES version; I know it's FF4)
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Fan Creations / Re: Mistress Vixy's Sexcellent Game Music ReVixes
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:19:55 PM »
Time to get your ReVix Fix!TM
That works too!
That works too!
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General / Re: Forum Data Recovery Thread
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:16:34 PM »
I don't remember my secret profile. Is it possible for that to be retrieved so I can repost it? And the rest of my topic of stuff? Forget the title. Think it was Mirby's Creations or something. Can that stuff be retrieved, please?
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Fan Creations / Re: Mirby's Mad Manifestations!
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:07:01 PM »
Book 1: Prologue
[spoiler=Chapter 8]
When I awoke, Jack was gone. I looked around, hoping he was gone for good, but then I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I sighed and told myself, Just a little bit longer. He came out of the bathroom not long after that, and looked at me.
“So you didn’t run off again, maid. I have to say, you may be pretty, but I expected more from you. I think I might kill the mayor after all.” He laughed at this and proceeded to get dressed.
“I’m going to go back to my room now. To take a shower and get changed and ready for the day, okay?”
“Sure, go ahead.” As I was leaving, he quickly grabbed me and forced a quick kiss on me. I managed to resist involuntarily shirking back. He then squeezed my boobs a few times, pinched my ass once or twice, and then threw me onto the bed. “Now you can go!” he spat. I gathered my things, covered myself in a sheet, and ran back to my room. Thankfully, no one saw me. I took a long shower, rid myself of his stench, and got into a new outfit laid out on my bed. Next to it was a note saying, “Special Outfit for the Mayor’s Personal Maid.” It was in Paul’s handwriting. It was similar to the normal maid’s outfit, except that the skirt part was pink, and there were special white nylons that went with it. The shoes were also an inch higher, and open toed this time. I walked out of the room hoping that I wouldn’t see the bandit leader again.
I found out that Paul was in his quarters again, so I entered and made my full report to him, detailing what I had gleaned from him during dinner the night before. I only briefly mentioned what happened afterwards, saying that my disguise worked flawlessly.
“So, you know everything you need to now?” he asked me.
“Yes, sir, I believe I do,” I replied.
“How did you like the outfit I got you?”
“Which one, yesterday’s or this one?”
“Both.”
“Well, yesterday’s was nice and beautiful, while this one feels good and works well.”
“Good, good. You may leave now. You have the day off. Rest, relax, and all that.”
“Yes, sir, and thank you for all this.” I curtsied to him and returned to my room. I took a bubble bath to relax and think about what had happened recently. I had been in this disguise for almost a month now, and many were none the wiser. I had dined with the bandit leader, and even let him have his way with me. I shuddered upon remembering that part and quickly moved on. I learned all about the bandit gang, and all the members’ strengths and weaknesses. The bandit I had slain, Jesse, apparently was too eager to fight. When he was in a battle, he tended to forget everything but killing his opponent. That proved to be his downfall. I felt myself dozing off, and quickly roused myself and got into bed. I scrambled to get under the covers, and quickly fell asleep. I dreamed, not normal dreams, but ones that seemed important. The most memorable one was of an old man. He was hunched over with age and his features were quite skeletal. His hair was nearly gone, but what remained was white. He seemed to be as old as the world itself, and I was in awe. He suddenly spoke.
“Taylor. You have done well in hiding yourself from those who aren’t pure in heart. You have learned information required to complete a quest you were born to complete, yet have no knowledge of. You have mastered the ways of both genders, and are skilled in the ways of the blade. However, there are many things you have yet to discover about yourself. The identity of your father, the truth behind your skills with female clothes and swords as well, and many other things; you will learn about all this among your journey. You will meet acquaintances on your way; two you have already met, others you have not but will know on sight. All of you will have one thing in common; it is up to you to learn what that thing is. One of these things you will learn tonight. When the time is right, I will come to you again, and reveal more of the secrets you have yet to discover. For now, though, sleep and rest. You will awaken in time to learn of a long-hidden truth of yourself. Only then will you remember this dream, and learn a little bit of yourself. Sleep now, my Blade Knight. Sleep deeply, and peacefully.” Then all was dark and calm as I slept for several hours.
When I awoke, I was fully rested and felt a sense of peace about the room. It was dark already. I had slept for over twelve hours! I went to get dressed and presentable when I found out that I already was all dressed up! I had no idea how it had happened, but I wasn’t worried. I heard yelling outside my room, so I ran out of my room just in time to see the bandit leader yelling at Paul.
“Why haven’t you given up yet, old man? You have no chance of winning!”
“You are sadly mistaken, Jack. It is you who is doomed to fail,” Paul calmly replied.
“How can you be so certain?”
“Simple. The wicked are doomed to failure, while the good are granted success.”
“Really? Then how about a big heaping amount of success!” Jack the bandit leader exclaimed, and proceeded to sever Paul’s left arm off. I watched in horror, when suddenly an image appeared before me. It seemed oddly familiar, yet I knew I had never seen it before. I seemed to watch from outside myself as I traced the image before me. I placed my left hand low and right hand high, then rotated them until they had switched positions; then I moved them together in a jagged motion and then swung them out to my sides. A loud rumbling began, and then the floor opened up below the bandit leader. He fell to the first floor, where the ground was open as well, and then the ground came back together. There was a sickening crunch as Jack became a shower of blood and bones. I swiftly came back to myself, and ran over to check on Paul. He was breathing, but he had lost a lot of blood. I grabbed a sheet and slowed the bleeding, and started yelling for help. I couldn’t help recalling that image and the life it had taken, and wondering what had just happened, and if I had in fact caused that attack on Jack. Suddenly, the dream came back to me, and the old man was once again in my mind’s eye.
“Taylor, you have learned something of yourself, although the injury of a friend is what it cost to do so. You have just cast a magic spell of great power! By tracing the Gaia sigil as you did, you cast Chasmatic Crunch! Do not worry, Taylor; Paul will live. But I will tell you of your true self now.
“You are the latest in a line of great heroes, although the last one was alive a millennium ago. You are directly descended from him, and his power was sealed until it was needed once more. You have the power to control the elements in a basic manner, as you have just done so with Earth, but your true power is that of another element. I will not tell you what element, although your future party members each control an element as well. Now the reason the latent powers are awakening in you.
“A great evil is rising in this land. You will not have heard of it, but it threatens to devour all that exists. As you journey, you will meet others who are descended from great heroes as well. They will be your strength when you are weak, as you will be to them. They will be your life when you are almost out of yours, as you will be to them. They will be your allies, as you will be theirs. However, some have not awakened yet, so you must help them awaken. Others have and are helping the great evil; you must convince them to switch sides. A great journey is ahead of you, Taylor. And only you can make sure it is completed! For now, I will grant you the power to make your disguises real, when it is needed. Whatever you need to become, think hard on it, and you will become it. If you wish to become Taylor again, think hard on the name and you shall return to being yourself. When the time is right, you will see me again. Until that time comes, farewell, my Blade Knight.” With that, he vanished. By then, Paul had been taken away, and was already being treated. In a dreamlike state, I rose up from the floor, and walked back to my room. The last thing I remember happening on that night was falling onto the mattress and passing out.
[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Chapter 9]
I awoke an hour after dawn. I rolled over and was surprised to see I wasn’t alone. Next to me was Clarisse. She was fully clothed, and she was clutching a note in her hand. It said, “Visit Paul in the Hospital.” I wondered why she was asleep in my bed, when I remembered the strange old man’s words. I decided to test it out.
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped down until I was completely naked, even removing my disguise. Then I imagined how I looked in the disguise, with the breasts, the black hair, the makeup, and everything. I focused on that image and felt something surround me. I let the feeling take over, and the sensation engulf me until it was done. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that I was in my disguise again… except all my disguise stuff was on the floor still. I tried removing my boobs, but they held firm. I was surprised. I tried removing my wig, but the wig was firmly attached to my head. I attempted to remove the device, but there was no device to remove. I remembered I had removed the device the previous morning. It hit me then. The power the old man had given me was true. I was able to, for all intents and purposes, shape-shift! I decided to remain in this form, as it suited my needs. I walked back into my room, still nude, and walked over to my dresser. By then, Clarisse had awoken.
“Is that you, Cynthia?” she asked, sleepily.
“Yes it is, Clarisse. And check out what I can do!” I turned around to show her my current form.
“Wait, is that a disguise?” she said.
“Nope, 100 percent real! I’ll explain to you later. For now, why were you sleeping in my bed?”
“Oh, was I? Sorry about that. All I know is that I was sent to deliver you a message but suddenly I was really tired and fell asleep in your bed. I had a strange dream too…”
“Do you mind elaborating?” I asked.
“Well, there was this old man,” she began. This surprised me. So this must be the partner I had already met. “He said a bunch of weird stuff, how I was supposed to believe what you would tell me, and how I didn’t really know myself yet, and all sorts of odd things.” She noticed I was staring at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Quite simply because that old man is the one who gave me this form. And I can take on many others too! Anyways, he said the same stuff to me too. Did he mention anything about a quest?” She nodded. “Really? Did he call you something weird?”
“Yeah, he ended with, ‘Sleep now, my Gunner.’ What’s that about?”
“He calls me a Blade Knight. Maybe it has to do with abilities we have or something. Meh, let’s go see Paul now. We can discuss this later. Plus, I don’t know where the hospital is.”
“Okay, let’s talk later then. By the way, your body is beautiful!” she said. I blushed at her compliment. I got dressed and we headed to the hospital. It was a brisk walk, and I got used to the idea of shape-shifting while we walked. I was surprised at Clarisse’s reaction to my newfound abilities. She was perfectly okay with the idea of my abilities. I told her of what the mysterious old man had told me, and she had fully remembered her dream of him by then to tell me of what he told her. She was also descended from a great hero, and her ancestor had control over an element, though the old man didn’t say which. I told Clarisse of the “sigil” I traced and how the spell it triggered killed Jack, the bandit leader. When we got to the hospital, I looked at Clarisse once more. She had shed her maid’s outfit for something more casual; a simple top with some pants and flat shoes. I was going to revert to my normal form, but I saw too many bandits who’d want me for the death of Jesse, and possibly for Jack’s death as well. Instead, I changed my outfit into something more casual as well. I chose a plain black tee with a nice black knee-length skirt. Along with that I chose to forgo nylons and changed from heels into sneakers. I decided to wait until we got to Paul’s room before changing completely back.
Paul was right down the hall, and he was alert. We walked into his room, closed the blinds over the window, and walked to his bedside. Paul was surprised to see Clarisse there.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working, miss?” he asked her.
“Well, sir, I found out I had something in common with Cyndi here, so I thought I’ d best tell you about it as well.”
“It looks like you’re doing better, sir. First off, I have something to show you.” With that, I concentrated on an image of Paul and quickly became a double of his.
“W-what just happened?” he asked incredulously.
“Simple. I can shape-shift it seems,” I replied. I swiftly changed back into my original form, that of Taylor.
“How did you come upon this… ability?” I began to tell Paul of the dreams of the old man, and Clarisse pitched in with her dream as well. “Ah, I see. So you are descendants of great heroes. You don’t know their names, though. Hmmm…. Clarisse, since it seems that destiny has her uses for you, I will grant you permission to leave with Taylor. Clarisse?” Clarisse’s eyes had rolled into her head. At first, I thought she was dead, but then her hands shot out and stopped over Paul’s bloody stump that showed where his arm had once been. Her hands began to trace out invisible images to most eyes, but they began to reveal themselves to my eyes. A circle was completed, then the hands traced out a cross sign from the top of the ring until the hands met again at the bottom. She was tracing a sigil! Suddenly her hands moved down a bit, and she traced the sigil again, then moved down again. I noticed the first sigil starting to glow, and I saw the stump lengthening. Clarisse was casting a healing spell! She was tracing healing sigils! As the last sigil was completed, she moved her hands back, and suddenly she shuddered a bit.
“Whoa. What just happened?” she asked.
“You don’t remember? Think, Clarisse,” I told her.
“All I remember is blacking out and then- and then I was tracing images, sigils as you called them, right Cyndi? Why did I do that?”
“Look at my arm,” Paul said. “It’s back, and it’s thanks to you.” But Clarisse didn’t respond. Her eyes were back in her head again. I knew from experience what was happening, and as I paid attention, the old man came to me too.
“Taylor, come in. It’s probably best that you learn of this as well. Clarisse, as you already know, you are descended from a great hero, as is Taylor. I will now tell you their names. Taylor, you are descended from Robert the Remarkable. He is famous for managing to disarm opponents without even moving, or so it seemed. That might give you a hint as to your elemental mastery. Clarisse, your forebear is Carla the Cool. She was renowned for striking fear and doubt into her foes, and her battles were always precipitated by chilling winds and snowdrifts. Her line did not begin with her, though; it began with her sister. Her spirit lives on within you, though. Robert and Carla, along with seven other great heroes, attempted to defeat the great evil that threatens your land now. They succeeded in severely weakening it, but it has lain dormant for the past thousand years. You two will form a party to finish off this great evil.
“The identity of your foe must remain hidden, but suffice it to say that its puppets, its minions, are all around this land, infecting it like a plague. The bandits are but one aspect of this evil, and you are already on your way to vanquishing them. Now, awaken from this vision, and go forth. My Blade Knight, my Gunner, go forth to the smithy! You will find your next goal there!” Clarisse and I awoke simultaneously. We looked at each other.
I said, “We need to…”
“Go to the smithy!” she finished.
“Glad to see you doing better, Paul, but we have to go.” I metamorphosed back into Cyndi, and we left the hospital.
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[spoiler=Chapter 10]
It was a short walk to the smithy, and I knocked on the door. No answer. I crept in slowly, changed back to Taylor, and looked around. There was no sign of the blacksmith. I was worried. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion out back. Clarisse and I ran out to the practice area, and saw the smithy, mad with power. The practice area was completely on fire, and watched as he traced a sigil in the air. It consisted of a solitary flame inside the ring. The Pyre Sigil was being traced, and cast. A voice in my head told me that we’d have to fight him, and to be careful of that spell, Furious Flames. I reached for my blades, and remembered that they weren’t there. And Clarisse had no way to defend herself, either. Suddenly, a mysterious voice echoed out. “Use these to defend thyself. Thou shall know how to use these if thou does not know already.” Suddenly, my blades appeared in my back sheathes, and waist sheathes appeared on Cyndi, equipped with two pistols! The battle was on. The best I could guess was that the smithy had accidentally tapped into his powers, and now was mad with power, using them with reckless intention. He turned around to face us, and his face was twisted with pain. His eyes shone with recognition for a second, but then it faded to pure hatred. The evil must’ve taken him. I unsheathed my blades, and Clarisse took out her guns. We circled around him, and he shot fire at me. I quickly sidestepped it, and watched as Clarisse shot a few bullets at him. He took them, but showed no signs of stopping. He ran up to me, and started to attack with his fists. I blocked them with my sword, but his uppercut was too swift. It knocked me skyward, and he leapt up after me, landing blow after blow. I eventually regained my bearings, and locked my swords together, then swung hard. I connected the flat of the blade with his chest, knocking him back to the ground.
I landed on my back, and skidded a little bit. As he was falling, I saw a new sigil being traced by Clarisse. It was a triangle within the circle, and I recognized it instantly. The Frigid Sigil! I recalled what the old man had said. Clarisse’s ancestor always fought in cold conditions. Mayhaps her element was that of Ice! I quickly got back on my feet, but the smithy was frozen in ice, although the Pyre Sigil was burning through it. In a matter of seconds, he would be free again. I took this moment to take the blow to free him of the influence of darkness. I thrust my blade into the weakest part of the sigil, shattering it and the ice. The blade slid right into not flesh, but soul. It wasn’t the smithy’s soul either; it was the soul of the evil influence that had overtaken his soul. I shattered it with my attack, and removed my blade. The smithy looked up at me weakly, and simply said, “Thank you, friend.” Then he passed out. Clarisse and I carried him back in to his house, to his bed. The flames were already dying out. I heard a faint gasp in the distance. It almost sounded like it was saying, “This time, warriors. But next time you won’t be so lucky…” And then it was gone.
It was several hours before he awoke. Clarisse stayed by his side the whole time, healing his wounds and making sure he was comfy. I stood watch outside, although no one came. Clarisse called out to me.
“Taylor, he’s awake! Come quickly, and bring water!” I did so, and he was happy to see me.
“I suppose I owe you two an apology for that. I wasn’t in control of myself, but I was fully aware. I was a prisoner in my own body. Are you two okay?” We nodded to say we were.
“What happened to make you lose control of yourself like that?” I asked.
“Well, I was working on a new axe for one of the bandits, but he wanted it a specific way and powerful too, in an amount of time impossibly short for what he wanted. I was cursing him, when a dark voice came into my head. It said, ‘Come with me. I will show you abilities beyond your wildest dreams, and you can show him what power truly is.’ It came unexpectedly, and before I could react, I was trapped. I no longer controlled my own body, yet I knew that the powers being used were my own. For a brief second, I got through, and saw you, Taylor. I saw you, and recognized you instantly. But before I could call out to you, I was forced back into the corner I was shoved in. Thank you for releasing me of that control. Now, can you tell me what happened?”
Clarisse and I told him about the old man, and the powers. I turned into Cynthia briefly, for I had given that form that name, and let him mess with me a bit. I turned back, and informed him of the mayor’s injury and Clarisse’s assistance in healing it, and how I was in drag for nearly a month hiding from the bandits. Finally we had finished our story.
“So you two are on a quest, and apparently, you need my help. I guess this would be no good if you didn’t know my name. I’m Joseph, nice to meet you two. Let’s rest until Paul is better, then we can leave. In the meantime, do you mind staying here as Cyndi, Taylor. I could use a female companion to help me out. Plus, you are good at making swords, so you can fix yours up while here. Also, I’d like to mess with my friends, make them think I got a really attractive girlfriend. That okay with you?”
“Sure, as long as you don’t try to get into my pants at all!”
“Oh, no no no! I’d never try that!”
“Okay. I’ll stay here with Joe, and you stay with Paul, Clarisse. Notify us when he gets well enough to arrange enough stuff for an extended trip.” Clarisse nodded in agreement and left. I turned back to Joe. “Now you don’t mind seeing me naked in my female form, do you?”
“Does night follow day?” he replied.
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[spoiler=Chapter 11]
In the days that followed, I got along quite well with Joe. He kept on making cracks about how I looked, and he also pinched my ass a few times, but all in good fun. We were fast friends, and we had a lot in common, aside from the magic and history. He was raised by his mom as well, and he’d been working in a smithy for most of his life, which was about 25 to 30 years. He was a boxer in his teens, and still fought on and off when not working in the smithy. Clarisse came down a few days later to tell us that Paul was back home, so the three of us left the smithy to meet him in his private quarters.
“Welcome back, Clarisse, Cyndi. And hello Joe.”
“Hello, Paul.”
“Anyways, since you’re both still maids in my service, I must first ask you to put on your required dress before this meeting may begin.”
“Yes sir,” Clarisse and I replied simultaneously and returned promptly in required clothing.
“Anyways, you three seem to be destined for a great deed, one that cannot be accomplished if you remain here. I knew you’d leave eventually, Cyndi. After all, you’re just a traveler passing through. But Joseph and Clarisse? You’ve been here your whole life, Joe, and have worked in the smithy for half my life! And Clarisse, beautiful young Clarisse. I took you in when you were naught but a baby, orphaned by Jack, the former bandit leader that was… dispatched… by Cynthia here. You’re like a daughter to me, and I wish you didn’t have to go. But who am I to stand in destiny’s way? Regardless, you three may leave sunrise tomorrow. You’ll have packs full of enough food to last you for a month or two. You’ll also be taking 1000 gold from my personal treasury. For expenses and such. Be careful of enemies out there, and I’ve heard tell of monsters out there, monsters that have come into existence only recently. Perhaps their appearance is connected to this great evil you’re setting out to defeat, or maybe it’s all coincidence. Whatever it is, be careful and be safe; that is all I ask. Come back anytime you need to; there’ll be beds waiting for you. Now rest for the coming journey; I’ll see you three off in the morning.”
I went straight to my room to sleep, while Clarisse returned to her normal room and Joe was led to a guest room. I went over the recent events in my mind, and was amazed at what I was expected to do, alongside Clarisse and Joe, and six others I had never met. I knew that I’d be able to do it, and that with my friends by my side, I could achieve anything. But would they place the same trust in me as I did in them? Sure, the old man virtually guaranteed it, but human nature was a fickle thing. It could change in an instant. Greed, lust, anger, and all the rest of the dark flaws inherent to being human could get in the way of the quest. I hoped that none of them would rear their ugly heads at all, but that was all that I could do. Hope. I brushed aside all my thoughts and decided to go to sleep. I fell asleep quickly and dreamed a peaceful, dreamless, reinvigorating sleep. My last thoughts were that the others were doing the same.
Clarisse wasn’t sleeping yet. She had told the other maids that she would be leaving, but not to worry. They hadn’t listened. They were worried out of their skulls, she could tell. But that’s what came with sisters. Granted, they weren’t actually sisters, but they were all that close. They even felt that close with Cyndi, and that was a rare thing indeed. Clarisse’s thoughts mirrored Taylor’s, but in their own way they were different. Not long after thinking this through, she fell into the same sort of sleep that Taylor had.
As for Joseph, he had passed out shortly after arriving in his room. His sleep was the same as Taylor’s and Clarisse’s.
~END BOOK ONE~
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Book 2: And So It Begins...
[spoiler=Chapter 12]
We awoke completely rested, and we went outside to meet Paul. True to his word, he had bags packed for us, and he handed me the money for safekeeping. All the maids were outside too, and they were sad to see us go. They gave Clarisse and me all sorts of spare clothes and stuff, and they hugged Joe. As we were leaving the town, all the residents looked out their windows to bid us farewell. No one knew for sure if we’d be back, but I had a feeling that we would be. Shortly after leaving the town, the remainder of the bandits appeared to attack. We didn’t have the time to fight, but there was no choice. I figured we’d get this over quickly. Clarisse traced the Frigid Sigil, Joe the Pyre Sigil, and I the Gaia Sigil. The entirety of the bandit force was decimated by this three-prong attack. There was nothing remaining of them. We walked for miles, and there was naught a town in sight. We decided to pitch camp for the night in the nearby woods. A covered camp is always a good idea, I explained to Clarisse. It was going to be a cold night, so we decided to start a fire. With Joe’s powers, it was quite simple. The fire was roaring in no time, and we three were all quite warm. The tent was big enough for all of us, and we retired early.
The next day was uneventful. We walked as many miles, if not more, as we did the first day out. There was still no sign of any towns. As we had the first night, we pitched a tent and fell asleep. The third day proved to change our luck. We found a town, but there was a slight problem. The thing was, only women were allowed. I had no idea why this was, but this was the law of the town. Odder still, only one person could enter the town at a time when there was a group, as there was with Clarisse, Joseph, and me. I realized something had to be done. I wondered if my power would extend to other people. I decided to try it. I called Joe over to the bushes, and concentrated intensely on an image of Joe as a small necklace ornament. When I opened my eyes, he was gone, and I looked down on the ground. A necklace was there with a small, Joe-shaped ornament adorning it. I picked it up and called Clarisse over. I gave her the necklace and realized I’d need to get in somehow. Joe was still alert and alive, and he was telling me to hurry up. They started to leave when the necklace began to glow, and I realized I’d need to be nearby to keep the illusion intact. They came back, and I decided to transform myself into a dress. I concentrated, and pictured a dress, not too revealing, with two eye-like patterns, similar to a butterfly’s wings, over the breasts. The stomach had a mouth-like image on it with two dark circles above it. The backside had a zipper, with a hand on either side of it, and the back of the short skirt had the image of two legs, crossed. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the ground, and felt kinda flat. Suddenly I was picked up by Clarisse, and suddenly she took me further into the bushes. I realized then that the ruse would work. Quickly, she put me on, and I could see perfectly. I risked talking.
“Hopefully my ruse isn’t too ugly,” I said.
“No, not at all. You’re snug and comfy as a matter of fact,” she replied.
“Am I the only one who finds this weird?” Joe asked from above me.
“Well, at least your disguise isn’t as strange as mine,” I replied. “You’re still human-shaped. I’m a frickin’ article of clothing!”
“Well, you’d both better be quiet, because I’m going to enter the town,” Clarisse said. She started walking back to the town, and Joe and I were her luggage, and we three were the only ones who knew. The guards let us in without a hassle, though they were snickering at Clarisse’s dress, or rather, my disguise. I decided to see if my senses were still intact. I could still see and hear, and taste was out of the question. Whenever something or someone brushed against me, I could feel it, so touch was still there. I could also still smell stuff, so four out of five senses were still intact. I didn’t move my eyes, and they didn’t water if they were open for too long, so that was a perk. Clarisse entered an inn, and asked for a room. The price was 10G. I had forgotten to give the money to Clarisse. She walked out of the inn, and into a back alley.
“Sorry about that. Let’s see…” I whispered. I could still move my arms, but only in two dimensions. I moved them down to my legs, and then pulled out the money bag from where it was transfigured to: between my legs. I reached around to the front of the dress and she retrieved it.
“Think you can A. Lengthen yourself, and B. Add pockets?” she asked.
“Sure thing.” I quickly envisioned the dress being longer, and my legs got more room. I added two pockets to the skirt part, and Clarisse shoved the money in one of them.
“Thanks.” She walked back into the inn, and paid the required amount of money to the innkeeper. “Can I ask you something, ma’am?” Clarisse asked.
“What is it?”
“Where are all the men here?”
“Well, they’re kept for sport mainly here in this country. Twice a year, 10 men are selected to mate with some women here. Our population is always low, but it keeps it from getting overcrowded.”
“And if the babies are born male?” Clarisse inquired.
“Four of the babies are allowed to be born male. Our hospital has a gifted woman who can change the gender of a baby while it’s still in the womb. She has a busy job, but it’s a good thing.”
“Why is it that only one person is allowed to enter if they’re in a group?”
“Keep from overcrowding.”
“I see. Okay, I’ll go up to my room now. Thanks for the info!”
“Never a problem, dearie. Always good to help a traveler out!” she called back.
Once we got to the room, Clarisse quickly took me off, threw me on the bed, and removed the necklace and hung that on the wall. I transformed into Cynthia so I wouldn’t be hunted for sport. As for Joe, I decided to ask him what he wanted to do.
“Do you want to stay a necklace, be hunted for sport, or try your luck at being a woman?” I asked him.
“I’ll take door number three. I don’t like hanging around like this, although the view is spectacular.” Clarisse poked him, and he started swinging around. “Whoa, whoa, I was just kidding. Stop me from swinging someone, quick! I’m getting sick. Wait, I’m slowing down. Nevermind. Anyways, as I was saying, I don’t want to die just yet either. So what will I look like anyways?”
“That’s entirely up to you, Joe,” I replied.
“Well, in that case, I want to have big boobs, a nice ass, and nice legs,” he explained.
“Well, I’ll need more than that. Hair color, eye color, and anything else that’s applicable.”
“Oh. Well, long blonde pigtails, green eyes, a nice soft face, and a higher-pitched voice, naturally. What about clothes?”
“She’ll make sure your size is our size, as we have enough clothes from the maids for all of us,” Clarisse interjected.
“Okay. In that case, change me ma’am!” With that, I imagined Joe in the way that he described, and there was a slight thud. I opened my eyes to see a woman on the floor fondling herself.
“Umm… you’ll need a name,” I said.
“Hmmm… Josephina. That way you can still call me Joe, or rather, Jo.” He was still fondling his boobs, so I figured we’d best leave him alone. I turned to Clarisse.
“So, what kind of fabric did I choose for myself?” I asked.
“I think it was silk. You were nice and cool, yet soft and warming too. I’m amazed that you were able to do that!”
“As am I. In the meantime, I need to get cleaned up. Since there’s only one tub, and it’s pretty large, I think it would be okay if we all bathed together. After all, right now we’re all girls.”
“Good point. And we’ll have to share the bed,” replied Clarisse. “You okay with all this, Jo?”
“Hmmm? Oh, right, yes I am. Let’s get clean!” he replied. The remainder of the night was spent getting clean and getting clothes separated. For myself, I chose a nice flowing flower-print skirt along with a slightly revealing green v-neck top. I also chose a black t-shirt and miniskirt combo. Clarisse chose a one-piece dress that had long-sleeves and a long skirt that covered up her legs completely. She also chose a white v-neck top paired with a white knee-length skirt. Jo was left with a black one-piece dress with zipper that hugged the body, and ended just past the knees. It looked to be more of a zippered sleeve than a dress. He also got stuck with a red miniskirt paired with a revealing red top. We all had six pairs of nylons, and six pairs of shoes. My nylons were black and brown, Clarisse’s black and white, and Jo’s white and brown. The shoes were greatly varied. I had two pairs of heels, one open-toed with straps, the other closed-toed and snug, both black and three to four inches high. Clarisse had two pairs of heels as well, except both of hers were three inch-high, and open-toed. The only difference was that one pair was black and the other white. Jo’s were both flat with ribbons, but one pair was black while the other was red. We all went to sleep, and fell asleep quickly.
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[spoiler=Chapter 13]
Morning came, and I woke up to see that Jo was freaking out a bit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Well, right now I’m female, right? Well I don’t know the first thing about acting female!”
“Ah, I see.” I quickly explained to him the basics of it, and he caught on right away.
“What about the makeup?” he asked.
“No problem, I’ve got it,” Clarisse replied. Quickly and expertly she applied makeup to Jo’s face and mine as well, since I was just waking up and didn’t refuse in time. She was awake and alert already.
“What’s the plan today anyways?” I asked.
“Well, I thought we’d start off by visiting the hospital’s baby gender-changer. Maybe she’s our next ally. Then we would see if we could get an audience with the mayor or queen or whoever rules this place. We’d finish the day by exploring the place, together so Jo doesn’t revert to his true form and get shot or something. Then fall asleep here,” Clarisse explained.
“Good idea. Now who’s gonna help me get dressed?” Jo said. For my outfit, I picked the t-shirt/miniskirt combo, with black nylons and the open-toed shoes. Clarisse picked her white dress with her white nylons and white heels. Jo picked the red outfit, so we helped her into that and chose the brown nylons and the red shoes. We walked downstairs and surprised the innkeeper. I paid her 15G to stay quiet about it. She happily took it. We hit the town, and easily found our way to the hospital. On the way there, we did not see a single guy at all. Nor did we see any inside the hospital either. We quickly found the miracle worker, as some called her, and asked her a few questions. We found out her name was Jillian, but we could call her Jill.
“How do you change the baby’s gender?” I asked.
“I simply draw an image on the mother’s baby bump,” Jill replied.
“Really? What image?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” She took out a piece of paper, and started drawing. Oddly enough, she used both hands. She drew a circle from bottom to top, then sketched a smaller circle within, and then a cross. It was a sigil! The Femme Sigil! “That’s how I make them female. If I wanted to make them male, I’d draw this.” She drew another circle, this time from top to bottom. Going upwards, she drew another circle, and then an arrow pointing upwards. The Mascul Sigil! “For some reason this image appears to me sometimes too.” She then proceeded to draw a third sigil. Starting from the bottom, she drew a thunderbolt, and then encompassed it within a circle. The Lectri Sigil! So she definitely was our next ally. But how would we convince her to join us in our quest?
“So, Jill, what do you think of how men are treated here?” I ventured.
“Well, I think it’s barbaric, but the reasons work quite well, I suppose,” she answered.
“Ah, just wondering. Anyways, how long have you been able to draw those images?”
“Well, since I was about 18 I think. Why?”
“Why? Because we can draw those images as well. Do you have names for yours?”
“Well, once I first saw them, I knew their names. The first one is Femme, the second is Mascul, and the third Lectri. Why do you ask?”
“Well, when I saw them, the names came to me as well. You see, those are called Sigils. They hold great power. In fact, through them we have great power. I’ll show you a little bit of mine, in fact, if that’s okay.”
“Well, I suppose,” she said.
“Okay, here goes.” I conjured up an image of Jill, only with my voice, and in the clothes I was wearing at that moment. I pictured her red hair, her freckled face and small nose. I saw her bright blue eyes, shining with knowledge and love, and her average stature. I saw her long legs and her painted toenails, I saw her short midsection with petit breasts, and her average arms with their delicate hands on the ends, with each fingernail painted gingerly and carefully. I opened my eyes and saw her jump a bit.
“Do I really look like that?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, you don’t sound like this.”
“How did you do that? I didn’t see any of your sigils or anything!”
“Well, it’s just a gift. Let me change back now.” I turned back into Cynthia and told her of the old man and our history. She took in every word and believed it all.
“So you’re all descended from great heroes, and if I’m supposed to go with you, then I am too? Wow. This is a lot to take in.” She sat down. “I’ll visit you three later tonight. In the meantime, just go down the main road and you’ll see the castle. Queen Amberina lives there. She’s quite nice, and she might believe your story and help her out. She might even give you extra money and supplies too! Heck, she even wants to abolish the hunting of males here, which I think needs to be done. So you should be able to appear to her in your true forms. However, only do so if you can get a private audience with her. Where are you from again?”
“Growlston,” Cynthia supplied.
“Well, our fair land of Plassville and your land of Growlston are allies, so if you two worked as maids in the Mayor Paul’s residence, that should help.” Jill giggled. “Sorry, but I’d love to see you as a maid, Cyndi.”
“Well, if you end up traveling with us, then you can see me as a maid, okay? Heck, I’ll even throw Jo here into a maid’s dress! We’ll all be maids together!”
“Well, that would be cool. Anyways, your friendship with Mayor Paul, and your position as the blacksmith of Growlston, Jo, should help. Farewell, friends! I’ll see you tonight!” With that we left, and headed to the castle.
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That's as far as I've gotten. More as they come and as I can upload them. Comments please. And I knew about Chapter 9, if you had waited I would've fixed it, Wily.
[spoiler=Chapter 8]
When I awoke, Jack was gone. I looked around, hoping he was gone for good, but then I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I sighed and told myself, Just a little bit longer. He came out of the bathroom not long after that, and looked at me.
“So you didn’t run off again, maid. I have to say, you may be pretty, but I expected more from you. I think I might kill the mayor after all.” He laughed at this and proceeded to get dressed.
“I’m going to go back to my room now. To take a shower and get changed and ready for the day, okay?”
“Sure, go ahead.” As I was leaving, he quickly grabbed me and forced a quick kiss on me. I managed to resist involuntarily shirking back. He then squeezed my boobs a few times, pinched my ass once or twice, and then threw me onto the bed. “Now you can go!” he spat. I gathered my things, covered myself in a sheet, and ran back to my room. Thankfully, no one saw me. I took a long shower, rid myself of his stench, and got into a new outfit laid out on my bed. Next to it was a note saying, “Special Outfit for the Mayor’s Personal Maid.” It was in Paul’s handwriting. It was similar to the normal maid’s outfit, except that the skirt part was pink, and there were special white nylons that went with it. The shoes were also an inch higher, and open toed this time. I walked out of the room hoping that I wouldn’t see the bandit leader again.
I found out that Paul was in his quarters again, so I entered and made my full report to him, detailing what I had gleaned from him during dinner the night before. I only briefly mentioned what happened afterwards, saying that my disguise worked flawlessly.
“So, you know everything you need to now?” he asked me.
“Yes, sir, I believe I do,” I replied.
“How did you like the outfit I got you?”
“Which one, yesterday’s or this one?”
“Both.”
“Well, yesterday’s was nice and beautiful, while this one feels good and works well.”
“Good, good. You may leave now. You have the day off. Rest, relax, and all that.”
“Yes, sir, and thank you for all this.” I curtsied to him and returned to my room. I took a bubble bath to relax and think about what had happened recently. I had been in this disguise for almost a month now, and many were none the wiser. I had dined with the bandit leader, and even let him have his way with me. I shuddered upon remembering that part and quickly moved on. I learned all about the bandit gang, and all the members’ strengths and weaknesses. The bandit I had slain, Jesse, apparently was too eager to fight. When he was in a battle, he tended to forget everything but killing his opponent. That proved to be his downfall. I felt myself dozing off, and quickly roused myself and got into bed. I scrambled to get under the covers, and quickly fell asleep. I dreamed, not normal dreams, but ones that seemed important. The most memorable one was of an old man. He was hunched over with age and his features were quite skeletal. His hair was nearly gone, but what remained was white. He seemed to be as old as the world itself, and I was in awe. He suddenly spoke.
“Taylor. You have done well in hiding yourself from those who aren’t pure in heart. You have learned information required to complete a quest you were born to complete, yet have no knowledge of. You have mastered the ways of both genders, and are skilled in the ways of the blade. However, there are many things you have yet to discover about yourself. The identity of your father, the truth behind your skills with female clothes and swords as well, and many other things; you will learn about all this among your journey. You will meet acquaintances on your way; two you have already met, others you have not but will know on sight. All of you will have one thing in common; it is up to you to learn what that thing is. One of these things you will learn tonight. When the time is right, I will come to you again, and reveal more of the secrets you have yet to discover. For now, though, sleep and rest. You will awaken in time to learn of a long-hidden truth of yourself. Only then will you remember this dream, and learn a little bit of yourself. Sleep now, my Blade Knight. Sleep deeply, and peacefully.” Then all was dark and calm as I slept for several hours.
When I awoke, I was fully rested and felt a sense of peace about the room. It was dark already. I had slept for over twelve hours! I went to get dressed and presentable when I found out that I already was all dressed up! I had no idea how it had happened, but I wasn’t worried. I heard yelling outside my room, so I ran out of my room just in time to see the bandit leader yelling at Paul.
“Why haven’t you given up yet, old man? You have no chance of winning!”
“You are sadly mistaken, Jack. It is you who is doomed to fail,” Paul calmly replied.
“How can you be so certain?”
“Simple. The wicked are doomed to failure, while the good are granted success.”
“Really? Then how about a big heaping amount of success!” Jack the bandit leader exclaimed, and proceeded to sever Paul’s left arm off. I watched in horror, when suddenly an image appeared before me. It seemed oddly familiar, yet I knew I had never seen it before. I seemed to watch from outside myself as I traced the image before me. I placed my left hand low and right hand high, then rotated them until they had switched positions; then I moved them together in a jagged motion and then swung them out to my sides. A loud rumbling began, and then the floor opened up below the bandit leader. He fell to the first floor, where the ground was open as well, and then the ground came back together. There was a sickening crunch as Jack became a shower of blood and bones. I swiftly came back to myself, and ran over to check on Paul. He was breathing, but he had lost a lot of blood. I grabbed a sheet and slowed the bleeding, and started yelling for help. I couldn’t help recalling that image and the life it had taken, and wondering what had just happened, and if I had in fact caused that attack on Jack. Suddenly, the dream came back to me, and the old man was once again in my mind’s eye.
“Taylor, you have learned something of yourself, although the injury of a friend is what it cost to do so. You have just cast a magic spell of great power! By tracing the Gaia sigil as you did, you cast Chasmatic Crunch! Do not worry, Taylor; Paul will live. But I will tell you of your true self now.
“You are the latest in a line of great heroes, although the last one was alive a millennium ago. You are directly descended from him, and his power was sealed until it was needed once more. You have the power to control the elements in a basic manner, as you have just done so with Earth, but your true power is that of another element. I will not tell you what element, although your future party members each control an element as well. Now the reason the latent powers are awakening in you.
“A great evil is rising in this land. You will not have heard of it, but it threatens to devour all that exists. As you journey, you will meet others who are descended from great heroes as well. They will be your strength when you are weak, as you will be to them. They will be your life when you are almost out of yours, as you will be to them. They will be your allies, as you will be theirs. However, some have not awakened yet, so you must help them awaken. Others have and are helping the great evil; you must convince them to switch sides. A great journey is ahead of you, Taylor. And only you can make sure it is completed! For now, I will grant you the power to make your disguises real, when it is needed. Whatever you need to become, think hard on it, and you will become it. If you wish to become Taylor again, think hard on the name and you shall return to being yourself. When the time is right, you will see me again. Until that time comes, farewell, my Blade Knight.” With that, he vanished. By then, Paul had been taken away, and was already being treated. In a dreamlike state, I rose up from the floor, and walked back to my room. The last thing I remember happening on that night was falling onto the mattress and passing out.
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[spoiler=Chapter 9]
I awoke an hour after dawn. I rolled over and was surprised to see I wasn’t alone. Next to me was Clarisse. She was fully clothed, and she was clutching a note in her hand. It said, “Visit Paul in the Hospital.” I wondered why she was asleep in my bed, when I remembered the strange old man’s words. I decided to test it out.
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped down until I was completely naked, even removing my disguise. Then I imagined how I looked in the disguise, with the breasts, the black hair, the makeup, and everything. I focused on that image and felt something surround me. I let the feeling take over, and the sensation engulf me until it was done. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that I was in my disguise again… except all my disguise stuff was on the floor still. I tried removing my boobs, but they held firm. I was surprised. I tried removing my wig, but the wig was firmly attached to my head. I attempted to remove the device, but there was no device to remove. I remembered I had removed the device the previous morning. It hit me then. The power the old man had given me was true. I was able to, for all intents and purposes, shape-shift! I decided to remain in this form, as it suited my needs. I walked back into my room, still nude, and walked over to my dresser. By then, Clarisse had awoken.
“Is that you, Cynthia?” she asked, sleepily.
“Yes it is, Clarisse. And check out what I can do!” I turned around to show her my current form.
“Wait, is that a disguise?” she said.
“Nope, 100 percent real! I’ll explain to you later. For now, why were you sleeping in my bed?”
“Oh, was I? Sorry about that. All I know is that I was sent to deliver you a message but suddenly I was really tired and fell asleep in your bed. I had a strange dream too…”
“Do you mind elaborating?” I asked.
“Well, there was this old man,” she began. This surprised me. So this must be the partner I had already met. “He said a bunch of weird stuff, how I was supposed to believe what you would tell me, and how I didn’t really know myself yet, and all sorts of odd things.” She noticed I was staring at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Quite simply because that old man is the one who gave me this form. And I can take on many others too! Anyways, he said the same stuff to me too. Did he mention anything about a quest?” She nodded. “Really? Did he call you something weird?”
“Yeah, he ended with, ‘Sleep now, my Gunner.’ What’s that about?”
“He calls me a Blade Knight. Maybe it has to do with abilities we have or something. Meh, let’s go see Paul now. We can discuss this later. Plus, I don’t know where the hospital is.”
“Okay, let’s talk later then. By the way, your body is beautiful!” she said. I blushed at her compliment. I got dressed and we headed to the hospital. It was a brisk walk, and I got used to the idea of shape-shifting while we walked. I was surprised at Clarisse’s reaction to my newfound abilities. She was perfectly okay with the idea of my abilities. I told her of what the mysterious old man had told me, and she had fully remembered her dream of him by then to tell me of what he told her. She was also descended from a great hero, and her ancestor had control over an element, though the old man didn’t say which. I told Clarisse of the “sigil” I traced and how the spell it triggered killed Jack, the bandit leader. When we got to the hospital, I looked at Clarisse once more. She had shed her maid’s outfit for something more casual; a simple top with some pants and flat shoes. I was going to revert to my normal form, but I saw too many bandits who’d want me for the death of Jesse, and possibly for Jack’s death as well. Instead, I changed my outfit into something more casual as well. I chose a plain black tee with a nice black knee-length skirt. Along with that I chose to forgo nylons and changed from heels into sneakers. I decided to wait until we got to Paul’s room before changing completely back.
Paul was right down the hall, and he was alert. We walked into his room, closed the blinds over the window, and walked to his bedside. Paul was surprised to see Clarisse there.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working, miss?” he asked her.
“Well, sir, I found out I had something in common with Cyndi here, so I thought I’ d best tell you about it as well.”
“It looks like you’re doing better, sir. First off, I have something to show you.” With that, I concentrated on an image of Paul and quickly became a double of his.
“W-what just happened?” he asked incredulously.
“Simple. I can shape-shift it seems,” I replied. I swiftly changed back into my original form, that of Taylor.
“How did you come upon this… ability?” I began to tell Paul of the dreams of the old man, and Clarisse pitched in with her dream as well. “Ah, I see. So you are descendants of great heroes. You don’t know their names, though. Hmmm…. Clarisse, since it seems that destiny has her uses for you, I will grant you permission to leave with Taylor. Clarisse?” Clarisse’s eyes had rolled into her head. At first, I thought she was dead, but then her hands shot out and stopped over Paul’s bloody stump that showed where his arm had once been. Her hands began to trace out invisible images to most eyes, but they began to reveal themselves to my eyes. A circle was completed, then the hands traced out a cross sign from the top of the ring until the hands met again at the bottom. She was tracing a sigil! Suddenly her hands moved down a bit, and she traced the sigil again, then moved down again. I noticed the first sigil starting to glow, and I saw the stump lengthening. Clarisse was casting a healing spell! She was tracing healing sigils! As the last sigil was completed, she moved her hands back, and suddenly she shuddered a bit.
“Whoa. What just happened?” she asked.
“You don’t remember? Think, Clarisse,” I told her.
“All I remember is blacking out and then- and then I was tracing images, sigils as you called them, right Cyndi? Why did I do that?”
“Look at my arm,” Paul said. “It’s back, and it’s thanks to you.” But Clarisse didn’t respond. Her eyes were back in her head again. I knew from experience what was happening, and as I paid attention, the old man came to me too.
“Taylor, come in. It’s probably best that you learn of this as well. Clarisse, as you already know, you are descended from a great hero, as is Taylor. I will now tell you their names. Taylor, you are descended from Robert the Remarkable. He is famous for managing to disarm opponents without even moving, or so it seemed. That might give you a hint as to your elemental mastery. Clarisse, your forebear is Carla the Cool. She was renowned for striking fear and doubt into her foes, and her battles were always precipitated by chilling winds and snowdrifts. Her line did not begin with her, though; it began with her sister. Her spirit lives on within you, though. Robert and Carla, along with seven other great heroes, attempted to defeat the great evil that threatens your land now. They succeeded in severely weakening it, but it has lain dormant for the past thousand years. You two will form a party to finish off this great evil.
“The identity of your foe must remain hidden, but suffice it to say that its puppets, its minions, are all around this land, infecting it like a plague. The bandits are but one aspect of this evil, and you are already on your way to vanquishing them. Now, awaken from this vision, and go forth. My Blade Knight, my Gunner, go forth to the smithy! You will find your next goal there!” Clarisse and I awoke simultaneously. We looked at each other.
I said, “We need to…”
“Go to the smithy!” she finished.
“Glad to see you doing better, Paul, but we have to go.” I metamorphosed back into Cyndi, and we left the hospital.
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[spoiler=Chapter 10]
It was a short walk to the smithy, and I knocked on the door. No answer. I crept in slowly, changed back to Taylor, and looked around. There was no sign of the blacksmith. I was worried. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion out back. Clarisse and I ran out to the practice area, and saw the smithy, mad with power. The practice area was completely on fire, and watched as he traced a sigil in the air. It consisted of a solitary flame inside the ring. The Pyre Sigil was being traced, and cast. A voice in my head told me that we’d have to fight him, and to be careful of that spell, Furious Flames. I reached for my blades, and remembered that they weren’t there. And Clarisse had no way to defend herself, either. Suddenly, a mysterious voice echoed out. “Use these to defend thyself. Thou shall know how to use these if thou does not know already.” Suddenly, my blades appeared in my back sheathes, and waist sheathes appeared on Cyndi, equipped with two pistols! The battle was on. The best I could guess was that the smithy had accidentally tapped into his powers, and now was mad with power, using them with reckless intention. He turned around to face us, and his face was twisted with pain. His eyes shone with recognition for a second, but then it faded to pure hatred. The evil must’ve taken him. I unsheathed my blades, and Clarisse took out her guns. We circled around him, and he shot fire at me. I quickly sidestepped it, and watched as Clarisse shot a few bullets at him. He took them, but showed no signs of stopping. He ran up to me, and started to attack with his fists. I blocked them with my sword, but his uppercut was too swift. It knocked me skyward, and he leapt up after me, landing blow after blow. I eventually regained my bearings, and locked my swords together, then swung hard. I connected the flat of the blade with his chest, knocking him back to the ground.
I landed on my back, and skidded a little bit. As he was falling, I saw a new sigil being traced by Clarisse. It was a triangle within the circle, and I recognized it instantly. The Frigid Sigil! I recalled what the old man had said. Clarisse’s ancestor always fought in cold conditions. Mayhaps her element was that of Ice! I quickly got back on my feet, but the smithy was frozen in ice, although the Pyre Sigil was burning through it. In a matter of seconds, he would be free again. I took this moment to take the blow to free him of the influence of darkness. I thrust my blade into the weakest part of the sigil, shattering it and the ice. The blade slid right into not flesh, but soul. It wasn’t the smithy’s soul either; it was the soul of the evil influence that had overtaken his soul. I shattered it with my attack, and removed my blade. The smithy looked up at me weakly, and simply said, “Thank you, friend.” Then he passed out. Clarisse and I carried him back in to his house, to his bed. The flames were already dying out. I heard a faint gasp in the distance. It almost sounded like it was saying, “This time, warriors. But next time you won’t be so lucky…” And then it was gone.
It was several hours before he awoke. Clarisse stayed by his side the whole time, healing his wounds and making sure he was comfy. I stood watch outside, although no one came. Clarisse called out to me.
“Taylor, he’s awake! Come quickly, and bring water!” I did so, and he was happy to see me.
“I suppose I owe you two an apology for that. I wasn’t in control of myself, but I was fully aware. I was a prisoner in my own body. Are you two okay?” We nodded to say we were.
“What happened to make you lose control of yourself like that?” I asked.
“Well, I was working on a new axe for one of the bandits, but he wanted it a specific way and powerful too, in an amount of time impossibly short for what he wanted. I was cursing him, when a dark voice came into my head. It said, ‘Come with me. I will show you abilities beyond your wildest dreams, and you can show him what power truly is.’ It came unexpectedly, and before I could react, I was trapped. I no longer controlled my own body, yet I knew that the powers being used were my own. For a brief second, I got through, and saw you, Taylor. I saw you, and recognized you instantly. But before I could call out to you, I was forced back into the corner I was shoved in. Thank you for releasing me of that control. Now, can you tell me what happened?”
Clarisse and I told him about the old man, and the powers. I turned into Cynthia briefly, for I had given that form that name, and let him mess with me a bit. I turned back, and informed him of the mayor’s injury and Clarisse’s assistance in healing it, and how I was in drag for nearly a month hiding from the bandits. Finally we had finished our story.
“So you two are on a quest, and apparently, you need my help. I guess this would be no good if you didn’t know my name. I’m Joseph, nice to meet you two. Let’s rest until Paul is better, then we can leave. In the meantime, do you mind staying here as Cyndi, Taylor. I could use a female companion to help me out. Plus, you are good at making swords, so you can fix yours up while here. Also, I’d like to mess with my friends, make them think I got a really attractive girlfriend. That okay with you?”
“Sure, as long as you don’t try to get into my pants at all!”
“Oh, no no no! I’d never try that!”
“Okay. I’ll stay here with Joe, and you stay with Paul, Clarisse. Notify us when he gets well enough to arrange enough stuff for an extended trip.” Clarisse nodded in agreement and left. I turned back to Joe. “Now you don’t mind seeing me naked in my female form, do you?”
“Does night follow day?” he replied.
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[spoiler=Chapter 11]
In the days that followed, I got along quite well with Joe. He kept on making cracks about how I looked, and he also pinched my ass a few times, but all in good fun. We were fast friends, and we had a lot in common, aside from the magic and history. He was raised by his mom as well, and he’d been working in a smithy for most of his life, which was about 25 to 30 years. He was a boxer in his teens, and still fought on and off when not working in the smithy. Clarisse came down a few days later to tell us that Paul was back home, so the three of us left the smithy to meet him in his private quarters.
“Welcome back, Clarisse, Cyndi. And hello Joe.”
“Hello, Paul.”
“Anyways, since you’re both still maids in my service, I must first ask you to put on your required dress before this meeting may begin.”
“Yes sir,” Clarisse and I replied simultaneously and returned promptly in required clothing.
“Anyways, you three seem to be destined for a great deed, one that cannot be accomplished if you remain here. I knew you’d leave eventually, Cyndi. After all, you’re just a traveler passing through. But Joseph and Clarisse? You’ve been here your whole life, Joe, and have worked in the smithy for half my life! And Clarisse, beautiful young Clarisse. I took you in when you were naught but a baby, orphaned by Jack, the former bandit leader that was… dispatched… by Cynthia here. You’re like a daughter to me, and I wish you didn’t have to go. But who am I to stand in destiny’s way? Regardless, you three may leave sunrise tomorrow. You’ll have packs full of enough food to last you for a month or two. You’ll also be taking 1000 gold from my personal treasury. For expenses and such. Be careful of enemies out there, and I’ve heard tell of monsters out there, monsters that have come into existence only recently. Perhaps their appearance is connected to this great evil you’re setting out to defeat, or maybe it’s all coincidence. Whatever it is, be careful and be safe; that is all I ask. Come back anytime you need to; there’ll be beds waiting for you. Now rest for the coming journey; I’ll see you three off in the morning.”
I went straight to my room to sleep, while Clarisse returned to her normal room and Joe was led to a guest room. I went over the recent events in my mind, and was amazed at what I was expected to do, alongside Clarisse and Joe, and six others I had never met. I knew that I’d be able to do it, and that with my friends by my side, I could achieve anything. But would they place the same trust in me as I did in them? Sure, the old man virtually guaranteed it, but human nature was a fickle thing. It could change in an instant. Greed, lust, anger, and all the rest of the dark flaws inherent to being human could get in the way of the quest. I hoped that none of them would rear their ugly heads at all, but that was all that I could do. Hope. I brushed aside all my thoughts and decided to go to sleep. I fell asleep quickly and dreamed a peaceful, dreamless, reinvigorating sleep. My last thoughts were that the others were doing the same.
Clarisse wasn’t sleeping yet. She had told the other maids that she would be leaving, but not to worry. They hadn’t listened. They were worried out of their skulls, she could tell. But that’s what came with sisters. Granted, they weren’t actually sisters, but they were all that close. They even felt that close with Cyndi, and that was a rare thing indeed. Clarisse’s thoughts mirrored Taylor’s, but in their own way they were different. Not long after thinking this through, she fell into the same sort of sleep that Taylor had.
As for Joseph, he had passed out shortly after arriving in his room. His sleep was the same as Taylor’s and Clarisse’s.
~END BOOK ONE~
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Book 2: And So It Begins...
[spoiler=Chapter 12]
We awoke completely rested, and we went outside to meet Paul. True to his word, he had bags packed for us, and he handed me the money for safekeeping. All the maids were outside too, and they were sad to see us go. They gave Clarisse and me all sorts of spare clothes and stuff, and they hugged Joe. As we were leaving the town, all the residents looked out their windows to bid us farewell. No one knew for sure if we’d be back, but I had a feeling that we would be. Shortly after leaving the town, the remainder of the bandits appeared to attack. We didn’t have the time to fight, but there was no choice. I figured we’d get this over quickly. Clarisse traced the Frigid Sigil, Joe the Pyre Sigil, and I the Gaia Sigil. The entirety of the bandit force was decimated by this three-prong attack. There was nothing remaining of them. We walked for miles, and there was naught a town in sight. We decided to pitch camp for the night in the nearby woods. A covered camp is always a good idea, I explained to Clarisse. It was going to be a cold night, so we decided to start a fire. With Joe’s powers, it was quite simple. The fire was roaring in no time, and we three were all quite warm. The tent was big enough for all of us, and we retired early.
The next day was uneventful. We walked as many miles, if not more, as we did the first day out. There was still no sign of any towns. As we had the first night, we pitched a tent and fell asleep. The third day proved to change our luck. We found a town, but there was a slight problem. The thing was, only women were allowed. I had no idea why this was, but this was the law of the town. Odder still, only one person could enter the town at a time when there was a group, as there was with Clarisse, Joseph, and me. I realized something had to be done. I wondered if my power would extend to other people. I decided to try it. I called Joe over to the bushes, and concentrated intensely on an image of Joe as a small necklace ornament. When I opened my eyes, he was gone, and I looked down on the ground. A necklace was there with a small, Joe-shaped ornament adorning it. I picked it up and called Clarisse over. I gave her the necklace and realized I’d need to get in somehow. Joe was still alert and alive, and he was telling me to hurry up. They started to leave when the necklace began to glow, and I realized I’d need to be nearby to keep the illusion intact. They came back, and I decided to transform myself into a dress. I concentrated, and pictured a dress, not too revealing, with two eye-like patterns, similar to a butterfly’s wings, over the breasts. The stomach had a mouth-like image on it with two dark circles above it. The backside had a zipper, with a hand on either side of it, and the back of the short skirt had the image of two legs, crossed. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the ground, and felt kinda flat. Suddenly I was picked up by Clarisse, and suddenly she took me further into the bushes. I realized then that the ruse would work. Quickly, she put me on, and I could see perfectly. I risked talking.
“Hopefully my ruse isn’t too ugly,” I said.
“No, not at all. You’re snug and comfy as a matter of fact,” she replied.
“Am I the only one who finds this weird?” Joe asked from above me.
“Well, at least your disguise isn’t as strange as mine,” I replied. “You’re still human-shaped. I’m a frickin’ article of clothing!”
“Well, you’d both better be quiet, because I’m going to enter the town,” Clarisse said. She started walking back to the town, and Joe and I were her luggage, and we three were the only ones who knew. The guards let us in without a hassle, though they were snickering at Clarisse’s dress, or rather, my disguise. I decided to see if my senses were still intact. I could still see and hear, and taste was out of the question. Whenever something or someone brushed against me, I could feel it, so touch was still there. I could also still smell stuff, so four out of five senses were still intact. I didn’t move my eyes, and they didn’t water if they were open for too long, so that was a perk. Clarisse entered an inn, and asked for a room. The price was 10G. I had forgotten to give the money to Clarisse. She walked out of the inn, and into a back alley.
“Sorry about that. Let’s see…” I whispered. I could still move my arms, but only in two dimensions. I moved them down to my legs, and then pulled out the money bag from where it was transfigured to: between my legs. I reached around to the front of the dress and she retrieved it.
“Think you can A. Lengthen yourself, and B. Add pockets?” she asked.
“Sure thing.” I quickly envisioned the dress being longer, and my legs got more room. I added two pockets to the skirt part, and Clarisse shoved the money in one of them.
“Thanks.” She walked back into the inn, and paid the required amount of money to the innkeeper. “Can I ask you something, ma’am?” Clarisse asked.
“What is it?”
“Where are all the men here?”
“Well, they’re kept for sport mainly here in this country. Twice a year, 10 men are selected to mate with some women here. Our population is always low, but it keeps it from getting overcrowded.”
“And if the babies are born male?” Clarisse inquired.
“Four of the babies are allowed to be born male. Our hospital has a gifted woman who can change the gender of a baby while it’s still in the womb. She has a busy job, but it’s a good thing.”
“Why is it that only one person is allowed to enter if they’re in a group?”
“Keep from overcrowding.”
“I see. Okay, I’ll go up to my room now. Thanks for the info!”
“Never a problem, dearie. Always good to help a traveler out!” she called back.
Once we got to the room, Clarisse quickly took me off, threw me on the bed, and removed the necklace and hung that on the wall. I transformed into Cynthia so I wouldn’t be hunted for sport. As for Joe, I decided to ask him what he wanted to do.
“Do you want to stay a necklace, be hunted for sport, or try your luck at being a woman?” I asked him.
“I’ll take door number three. I don’t like hanging around like this, although the view is spectacular.” Clarisse poked him, and he started swinging around. “Whoa, whoa, I was just kidding. Stop me from swinging someone, quick! I’m getting sick. Wait, I’m slowing down. Nevermind. Anyways, as I was saying, I don’t want to die just yet either. So what will I look like anyways?”
“That’s entirely up to you, Joe,” I replied.
“Well, in that case, I want to have big boobs, a nice ass, and nice legs,” he explained.
“Well, I’ll need more than that. Hair color, eye color, and anything else that’s applicable.”
“Oh. Well, long blonde pigtails, green eyes, a nice soft face, and a higher-pitched voice, naturally. What about clothes?”
“She’ll make sure your size is our size, as we have enough clothes from the maids for all of us,” Clarisse interjected.
“Okay. In that case, change me ma’am!” With that, I imagined Joe in the way that he described, and there was a slight thud. I opened my eyes to see a woman on the floor fondling herself.
“Umm… you’ll need a name,” I said.
“Hmmm… Josephina. That way you can still call me Joe, or rather, Jo.” He was still fondling his boobs, so I figured we’d best leave him alone. I turned to Clarisse.
“So, what kind of fabric did I choose for myself?” I asked.
“I think it was silk. You were nice and cool, yet soft and warming too. I’m amazed that you were able to do that!”
“As am I. In the meantime, I need to get cleaned up. Since there’s only one tub, and it’s pretty large, I think it would be okay if we all bathed together. After all, right now we’re all girls.”
“Good point. And we’ll have to share the bed,” replied Clarisse. “You okay with all this, Jo?”
“Hmmm? Oh, right, yes I am. Let’s get clean!” he replied. The remainder of the night was spent getting clean and getting clothes separated. For myself, I chose a nice flowing flower-print skirt along with a slightly revealing green v-neck top. I also chose a black t-shirt and miniskirt combo. Clarisse chose a one-piece dress that had long-sleeves and a long skirt that covered up her legs completely. She also chose a white v-neck top paired with a white knee-length skirt. Jo was left with a black one-piece dress with zipper that hugged the body, and ended just past the knees. It looked to be more of a zippered sleeve than a dress. He also got stuck with a red miniskirt paired with a revealing red top. We all had six pairs of nylons, and six pairs of shoes. My nylons were black and brown, Clarisse’s black and white, and Jo’s white and brown. The shoes were greatly varied. I had two pairs of heels, one open-toed with straps, the other closed-toed and snug, both black and three to four inches high. Clarisse had two pairs of heels as well, except both of hers were three inch-high, and open-toed. The only difference was that one pair was black and the other white. Jo’s were both flat with ribbons, but one pair was black while the other was red. We all went to sleep, and fell asleep quickly.
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[spoiler=Chapter 13]
Morning came, and I woke up to see that Jo was freaking out a bit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Well, right now I’m female, right? Well I don’t know the first thing about acting female!”
“Ah, I see.” I quickly explained to him the basics of it, and he caught on right away.
“What about the makeup?” he asked.
“No problem, I’ve got it,” Clarisse replied. Quickly and expertly she applied makeup to Jo’s face and mine as well, since I was just waking up and didn’t refuse in time. She was awake and alert already.
“What’s the plan today anyways?” I asked.
“Well, I thought we’d start off by visiting the hospital’s baby gender-changer. Maybe she’s our next ally. Then we would see if we could get an audience with the mayor or queen or whoever rules this place. We’d finish the day by exploring the place, together so Jo doesn’t revert to his true form and get shot or something. Then fall asleep here,” Clarisse explained.
“Good idea. Now who’s gonna help me get dressed?” Jo said. For my outfit, I picked the t-shirt/miniskirt combo, with black nylons and the open-toed shoes. Clarisse picked her white dress with her white nylons and white heels. Jo picked the red outfit, so we helped her into that and chose the brown nylons and the red shoes. We walked downstairs and surprised the innkeeper. I paid her 15G to stay quiet about it. She happily took it. We hit the town, and easily found our way to the hospital. On the way there, we did not see a single guy at all. Nor did we see any inside the hospital either. We quickly found the miracle worker, as some called her, and asked her a few questions. We found out her name was Jillian, but we could call her Jill.
“How do you change the baby’s gender?” I asked.
“I simply draw an image on the mother’s baby bump,” Jill replied.
“Really? What image?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” She took out a piece of paper, and started drawing. Oddly enough, she used both hands. She drew a circle from bottom to top, then sketched a smaller circle within, and then a cross. It was a sigil! The Femme Sigil! “That’s how I make them female. If I wanted to make them male, I’d draw this.” She drew another circle, this time from top to bottom. Going upwards, she drew another circle, and then an arrow pointing upwards. The Mascul Sigil! “For some reason this image appears to me sometimes too.” She then proceeded to draw a third sigil. Starting from the bottom, she drew a thunderbolt, and then encompassed it within a circle. The Lectri Sigil! So she definitely was our next ally. But how would we convince her to join us in our quest?
“So, Jill, what do you think of how men are treated here?” I ventured.
“Well, I think it’s barbaric, but the reasons work quite well, I suppose,” she answered.
“Ah, just wondering. Anyways, how long have you been able to draw those images?”
“Well, since I was about 18 I think. Why?”
“Why? Because we can draw those images as well. Do you have names for yours?”
“Well, once I first saw them, I knew their names. The first one is Femme, the second is Mascul, and the third Lectri. Why do you ask?”
“Well, when I saw them, the names came to me as well. You see, those are called Sigils. They hold great power. In fact, through them we have great power. I’ll show you a little bit of mine, in fact, if that’s okay.”
“Well, I suppose,” she said.
“Okay, here goes.” I conjured up an image of Jill, only with my voice, and in the clothes I was wearing at that moment. I pictured her red hair, her freckled face and small nose. I saw her bright blue eyes, shining with knowledge and love, and her average stature. I saw her long legs and her painted toenails, I saw her short midsection with petit breasts, and her average arms with their delicate hands on the ends, with each fingernail painted gingerly and carefully. I opened my eyes and saw her jump a bit.
“Do I really look like that?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, you don’t sound like this.”
“How did you do that? I didn’t see any of your sigils or anything!”
“Well, it’s just a gift. Let me change back now.” I turned back into Cynthia and told her of the old man and our history. She took in every word and believed it all.
“So you’re all descended from great heroes, and if I’m supposed to go with you, then I am too? Wow. This is a lot to take in.” She sat down. “I’ll visit you three later tonight. In the meantime, just go down the main road and you’ll see the castle. Queen Amberina lives there. She’s quite nice, and she might believe your story and help her out. She might even give you extra money and supplies too! Heck, she even wants to abolish the hunting of males here, which I think needs to be done. So you should be able to appear to her in your true forms. However, only do so if you can get a private audience with her. Where are you from again?”
“Growlston,” Cynthia supplied.
“Well, our fair land of Plassville and your land of Growlston are allies, so if you two worked as maids in the Mayor Paul’s residence, that should help.” Jill giggled. “Sorry, but I’d love to see you as a maid, Cyndi.”
“Well, if you end up traveling with us, then you can see me as a maid, okay? Heck, I’ll even throw Jo here into a maid’s dress! We’ll all be maids together!”
“Well, that would be cool. Anyways, your friendship with Mayor Paul, and your position as the blacksmith of Growlston, Jo, should help. Farewell, friends! I’ll see you tonight!” With that we left, and headed to the castle.
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That's as far as I've gotten. More as they come and as I can upload them. Comments please. And I knew about Chapter 9, if you had waited I would've fixed it, Wily.
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Fan Creations / Mirby's Erratically Updated Thread of Stuff!!
« on: November 09, 2008, 05:04:46 PM »
Manifestations of my imagination that is.
Just because it's awesome.
Here's two links to my story for Relics of Nature's Fury.
.DOC version
Word 2007 version (WITH SIDE NOTES!)
I'm only up to Chapter 23, and I haven't written anything new in a while, so meh.
Just because it's awesome.
Here's two links to my story for Relics of Nature's Fury.
.DOC version
Word 2007 version (WITH SIDE NOTES!)
I'm only up to Chapter 23, and I haven't written anything new in a while, so meh.