"How about we upgrade our weapons," Lannon said. In truth, he also wanted to get out into the wilderness of Ether and practice some of magical spells.
"Sure thing," Hanna said. She smiled at her compatriot and the two of them were off.
Much of their time in the wilderness passed without incident, but as the approached the dwarven forge, they came across a pack of wolves. Lannon smirked, here was his chance to increase his strength and impress Hanna/Suzie.
"Allow me," Lannon said confidently, stepping forward brandishing his staff and tome. He opened the book and found a simple fireball spell. "Ignitius minimus!" He shouted, and from his staff a magical burst of energy blasted out, fire a rather small fireball at the wolves, ingulfing one of them and killing it.The others promptly scattered. Lannon looked on satisfied, and then felt a rush of power come over him. Well, not so much a rush, but a definite increase. Apparently, everytime you killed something, you physically gained strength!
Satisfied with this knowledge, Hanna and Lannon continued on their way. That was until all of a sudden they ran into brick wall, figuratively speaking.
"The hell," Hanna said as she knocked against the barrier that was standing in their way. She and Lannon looked at each other, and were each as confused as anything else. Suddenly, Hanna fell to the ground, much to Lannon's dismay.
"Hanna!" He screamed, bending down to tend to her. He quickly realized that she had just fallen asleep, and a cackling laugh from behind him clued him into the cause of their plight. He turned around and saw an old wizard standing on a rock, his staff in one hand, and a wounded wolf next to him.
"Who are you," Lannon demanded to know.
"I am Morphos the Magnificent," the old codger replied, "And I'll thank you kindly to never attack my pet wolves again. You killed one of them I'll have you know, and for that you deserve to be punished. I challenge you to a wizard's duel, the first one of us to be exhausted loses and the winner gets to do what they will with the loser." In a haste Lannon agreed. He held his tome and staff close by, as the old man jumped down to meet him.
"I'll let you go first." Lannon opened his tome to his battle spell page, and found the fireball spell he had used before. "Ignitius Minimus!" he shouted, and the fireball came out, but barely scratched the old man.
"Is that the best you got?" the old man dared laughing. Apparently this guy was high level, as he had no tome of spells in sight. He pointed his staff at Lannon, who was quickly trying to flip to defensive spells. He had made the mistake of not studying his tome ahead of time, sadly.
"Rosa Tunica!" The old man shouted, and a bolt of energy came flying out, hitting Lannon squarely in the chest. Lannon didn't notice anything different, till he looked down and saw that he was stark naked, save for him hold his staff and tome!
"What the hell?" he said, as he looked around for his equipment. He found it folded out behind him, and then he looked at the old man, who at this point was laughing his head off. "What are you, some kind of pervert?"
"Oh no," Morphos innocently replied, "and yes. But this has a distinct purpose. Make your move."
Lannon flipped through to his strongest spells and decided to summon an avatar to do his fighting for him. He found the illusion spell that the satyr had given him before, and closed his eyes.
"Dominus, Magicus Illuminari Apparitus Orcus!" The old man watched as Lannon disappeared in a magical mist, and a large, rather menacing orc appeared in front of him. He quickly reacted, as the orc charged and knocked him flat on his back. There was no way this noob could actually be as skilled as to have an avatar spell. Unless...Morphos checked his hit points and saw that he had taken a significant hit. But if he was right, this poor bastard was doomed.
"Illuminari disparitus!" Morphos chanted, firing a bolt of lightning right at the orc. Instead of it taking damage, the orc simply vanished, leaving Lannon standing there, gasping for breath.
"Dammit!" Lannon exclaimed. He knew he was finished, that spell had used up most of his magical energy, and a direct attack from Morphos would finish him. He could try, but knew it was over. Summoning the last of his strength, he quickly fired back, "Ignitius maximus!" The greater fireball spell started to work, but quickly fizzled out from his depleted magical energies. The old man's laugh was all Lannon needed to hear.
"Your spell failed. Which means you're out of energy. Since you can't complete a turn, that means that your technically exhausted, which means I win. Now I could take all your equipment and leave you with nothing. But I don't do that sort of thing. See, there's a reason they call me Morphos, which you will sadly learn of." The old man pointed his staff directly at the still naked Lannon, and proceeded to chant "Femulatem Transmogrificus!" A large pink bolt of energy shot straight into Lannon, who was overcome for a moment with curiosity.
As quickly as the curiosity had appeared, it vanished into intensive pain. His face felt like it was on fire as its features shifted around. Idly, he could feel his hair fall into his eyes, and as he looked down he saw he was quickly losing muscle mass on his arms, chest and legs, giving him a clue as to what was happening. He tried to scream, but his voice kept going higher. He felt his hips widen, his butt expand, and his waist collapse in on itself. Finally, his breasts sprung forth from their DNA denied prison, becoming very large, very fast. Lannon's penis disappeared, leaving a female slit, completing the transformation. Completely worn out. Lannon collapsed, and Morphos laughed.
