The individual in question glanced up from admiring his new physique. His eyes - the same dark brown as before - crinkled into a smile. "Evelyn! My, you look amazing." I felt my face redden as I smiled back.
"Have the others come out yet?" I queried, finally averting my eyes.
"No, not yet." The corners of his lips dipped into a frown. "I daren't wonder what's taking them so long."
"I dare say they want to come out looking like that." I gestured towards him. "Or this." I posed, and grinned wickedly.
A clatter of footsteps broke our reverie, one far heavier than the other. A distant voice called our names. We turned as one.
A palest hand blew a whispered kiss our way as our third emerged, taller than I recalled. A pair of pointed ears flickered on an elaborate hairstyle over an inhumanly gorgeous face, smooth as a mirror and gleaming with light.
"Ruth!?" James's voice startled me out of my staring. Pushing my jaw back into place, I beheld our friend. Slender and elegant, a forest elf.
"And me!" We started, then looked down towards the voice. Cameron, I recognised from the eyes. Far shorter, and gruffer, with a beard worthy of a god, hefting a mighty axe.
"Where did you even get that?" I asked. "I thought we weren't supposed to get our gear until after all five of us were out."
Cam laughed heartily. "We aren't! But I asked our benefactor for an advance." I rolled my eyes. Always hasty, that Cameron.
Morning turned to midday, and then to afternoon. By then, we'd exhausted a dozen topics of discussion. We'd explored the building a dozen times. We'd 'borrowed' a few weapons, and started sparring. Ten training dummies met their ends that day, by sword and flame and bow and axe.
I was just about ready to ask the god directions to the nearest inn when a rumbling overtook his domain. Fearful, I steadied myself. The doorway shook, then opened with a thump.
A coiling, sinuous form. A tree-bark carapace, segmented and moving, fifteen feet long and covered with moss. A mouth of chelicerae, dripping with glimmering sap. Uncountable rigid legs scraped across the floor, as a branch-like arm raised itself, its three fellows brandishing vicious swords. Six eyes. Familiar eyes.
"...what the hell, Vince?" I finally found my voice. A final thump sounded - turning, I saw Ruth passed out on the floor.
THIS FORM IS SUITABLE FOR OUR PURPOSES.
"You couldn't have picked something... less... uh..."
I SEE NO ISSUE. THIS FORM IS MOST EFFICIENT AT FINDING AND DESTROYING OUR TARGETS.
r3dj4ck0424 t1_ja6nykv wrote
Reply to [WP] When a god summoned your group of friends to save his magical realm, he allowed all five of you to choose your appearance in this world. The first two of your friends chose to be idealized adult versions of themselves. The next two chose fantasy races. Everyone was suprised by your choice... by Martinus_XIV
"Goodness me, James, look at you!"
The individual in question glanced up from admiring his new physique. His eyes - the same dark brown as before - crinkled into a smile. "Evelyn! My, you look amazing." I felt my face redden as I smiled back.
"Have the others come out yet?" I queried, finally averting my eyes.
"No, not yet." The corners of his lips dipped into a frown. "I daren't wonder what's taking them so long."
"I dare say they want to come out looking like that." I gestured towards him. "Or this." I posed, and grinned wickedly.
A clatter of footsteps broke our reverie, one far heavier than the other. A distant voice called our names. We turned as one.
A palest hand blew a whispered kiss our way as our third emerged, taller than I recalled. A pair of pointed ears flickered on an elaborate hairstyle over an inhumanly gorgeous face, smooth as a mirror and gleaming with light.
"Ruth!?" James's voice startled me out of my staring. Pushing my jaw back into place, I beheld our friend. Slender and elegant, a forest elf.
"And me!" We started, then looked down towards the voice. Cameron, I recognised from the eyes. Far shorter, and gruffer, with a beard worthy of a god, hefting a mighty axe.
"Where did you even get that?" I asked. "I thought we weren't supposed to get our gear until after all five of us were out."
Cam laughed heartily. "We aren't! But I asked our benefactor for an advance." I rolled my eyes. Always hasty, that Cameron.
Morning turned to midday, and then to afternoon. By then, we'd exhausted a dozen topics of discussion. We'd explored the building a dozen times. We'd 'borrowed' a few weapons, and started sparring. Ten training dummies met their ends that day, by sword and flame and bow and axe.
I was just about ready to ask the god directions to the nearest inn when a rumbling overtook his domain. Fearful, I steadied myself. The doorway shook, then opened with a thump.
A coiling, sinuous form. A tree-bark carapace, segmented and moving, fifteen feet long and covered with moss. A mouth of chelicerae, dripping with glimmering sap. Uncountable rigid legs scraped across the floor, as a branch-like arm raised itself, its three fellows brandishing vicious swords. Six eyes. Familiar eyes.
"...what the hell, Vince?" I finally found my voice. A final thump sounded - turning, I saw Ruth passed out on the floor.
THIS FORM IS SUITABLE FOR OUR PURPOSES.
"You couldn't have picked something... less... uh..."
I SEE NO ISSUE. THIS FORM IS MOST EFFICIENT AT FINDING AND DESTROYING OUR TARGETS.
"...let's just go."