Always Ascending

[Ordos]

Naethra slowly steadied herself.  She tried not to flinch when Red touched her, or when Oric pledged to help her find a home.  She wanted, desperately, to be alone right now... but for the first time she was also glad these other people were with her. 

She accepted the coffee cup from Red.  Latisha had promised that this wasn't cursed or enchanted, or at least not transformatively so.  She took a long, deep sip, the fluid nearly scalding hot, both smooth and bitter.  It was astonishingly good.

She kept silent, her breathing ragged.  When Latisha asked to see her weapons, she hesitated only a moment before slipping her focus off her hand.  Thankfully, the cup was mostly empty, otherwise she would have definitely spilled as she stood up and walked, weak-kneed, to the table.

She was too tired now.  Not sleepy, but wary of soul and spirit.  She couldn't keep up her distrust, or her fear, or really much of anything just then.  She took a seat, keeping her back against the wall. 

"Thank you," she managed, realizing it would be dreadfully rude to remain silent.   

[Alice]

Latisha takes gem stones from her apron.

Touching one to Red's trident it melts into the pearling as the trident feels.. Less like a simple utilitarian object, but more like  a bit of master craftsmanship. She feels something in it touch the fires in her.

(Trident  +1, and one per short rest Red may cause it to burst into flames for one Round causing an extra 1d6 fire damage on all attacks that round)

Latisha kisses the big pupper and pats her head, "You are a good girl to stay for your friends, and I've a gift as such."  She touches a gemstone to the warhammer causing it to become lighter in Oric's hand. "Further.. This can be for you.." She offers a thin copper ring with a single purple stone.. it's not a gem.. but rather a simple rock polished till it gleams.

(+1 Warhammer! Also while wearing the ring she may use a new special action 'Hand off' to allow another member of her team to make an attack action on her turn)

She turns to Lou, 'You know... Fighting it all the time just makes it more entertaining for everyone involved." She giggles and gets out new clothing, Dark blue tailored to fit Lou's curves, but in a masculine style. "I think you'll look pretty damn good in it."

(Lou has pants! Also 2 points of armor bonus)

She touches Naethra's focus letting her own soothing vanilla scent flow into it, "When I find who did this to you...." she stops, "It won't be professional I promise you that." She touches a rainbow colored gem to the focus as well.

(one per short rest Naethra may change the energy type of any damage spell she casts to another energy type of her choice. Once per long rest Naethra may use a tiny fragment of borrowed power from the Dulcine. This causes her foe to instantly fatten to immobility if they fail a wisdom saving throw and remain immobile until they pass a wisdom saving throw at the end of their turn)

She turns to Duran, "You are a delightful girl.. You've tasted of one of my sisters and I can see it in your eyes that you loved the feelings it gave you." She smiles, "Not even the great Yazgash was without sin, She embraced her sins in their time just as she gave out justice in it's time." She taps a gem to Duran's morning star, and offers her a small metal box. "Take this and indulge from time to time thinking of me.. Don't worry, it contain's it's own reverse"

(Duran gains a Morning Star +1.  The metal tin has two compartments, While Duran is thin, one contains a small piece of a freshly baked sweet layered cake {Tiramisu for those who are keeping track} that when consumed causes Duran to become plump once more. While Duran is plump opening the box reveals the other compartment contains dry journey bread that when consumed unplumps Duran. It makes one piece of food a day.)

[Dichotomy]

Suspiciously I go over the suit. I've not seen it's style before, much more accustomed to wizard's robes, but this... this looks nice. I look up at the woman "I... thank you. Though I would say it is more noble to struggle at a trap than to curl up and await being eaten." I look back towards the changing room "I can... go change, I suppose?"

[Nihtgenga]

The moment she picked it up, Retiaria could feel her trident had been improved. Giving it a quick twirl and thrusting it at an imaginary opponent, she couldn't help but grin. It felt lighter, faster, better! More... connected with her, somehow. Wow, this feels great! Thanks, Lattissha!"

[Alice]

Latisha reaches out almost by reflex then stops short of groping Lou's rear. The lustful grin slips off her face as she simply steps back behind the counter, "Yes, you can use the changing room again.. Feel free to hang onto the skirt.. you look good in it."

[Ryuforce]

"L..loved it?" she questioned a bit as she felt a tinge of heat on her cheeks, her blush pouring even as she watched in curiosity as her moringstar now glowed with quite some beauty. It looked better and likely was stronger somehow by the gem. Though a fleeting bit of Duran wonders if there's any hope of returning the weapon back to the temple one day. Maybe a replacement will be easier. Still as the Dulcine explained the box and teased the dragonborn she gained enough composure to speak her mind.

"I.. would say..your sister's cooking was really good, even... with what it did... That was.. an experience I admit I found favorable but it's too early to simply say I loved what it did..." She shifted a bit but looked over the new tin box. "Still, thank you for this gift.. I'll have to least try it out once..." She declared almost shyly as she was a bit embarrassed to have even considered the fact Lattisha was kinda right. She had some fun being so large. Maybe trying it again now that she has a way to reverse it isn't so bad...

[Alice]

Lattisha smiles, "You have to absolutly try it.. I'd love to watch it happen.." She leans on the counter and licks her lips.. "WHat.. I'm my lady's true servant."

[Ordos]

"Thank you," Naethra said, offering a shaky curtsey to Latisha before picking up her focus.  She was forcing back the tears now, exhausted and weary but in better control as she slid her hand around the focus' gilded chains. 

She paused for a trembling moment.  "She... she offered escape.  From here.  From your mistress.  I'm... I'm not sorry I took that chance."

She was unsure if she was defending the rude woman who had sent her to die or not, but... Latisha had made it clear she was the Lady's creature.  It likely wasn't the wisest thing to say, but even know Naethra wasn't certain she wouldn't jump at another chance like it. 

[Ryuforce]

Duran paused for a moment and stared at the girl staring back at her. Clearly wanting to see the paladin partake in another treat. She bites her lip lightly, considering it before giving a nod. "Well since I can just reverse it..." The dragonborn open up the compartment to pull out the tasty treat only to give it a bite, and another then finish it up in rather quick eagerness much to even her surprise.

[Alice]

Lattisha nods hearing Naethra.. "It's understandable for you.. but if I ever find out who that was... oh there will be consequences.. "

She turns back licking her own lips as she watches Duran pull out the tasty smelling cake. (I won't try to describe a good tiramisu.. just have some) This time she doesn't restrain herself running her fingers along Duran's body as weight starts to accumulate. First on her belly growing under the woman's hand, then she lays a hand on Duran's chest as it grows under her fingers, "My sister is going to be so jealous.."

She continues to fondle Duran as she grows from squeezing her plump tail, to gently pressing down on her fattening toes. Soon Duran stands once more in her fattened glory.

((is is perfectly pudgy! She gains 2 HP per level but suffers -1 AC, -1 iniative, loses 5 feet of movement per turn, and must spend 20 to stand from prone.)

[Ryuforce]

The dragonborn can't help but squirm as she felt Latisha's hands slide over her form, rubbing and stroking the enlarging soft flesh as the paladin begins to plump. "W..why is she going to be jealous?" Duran asks even as her tail is now squeezed, then her larger plump toes. She shivers and stands, looking down to see she has become a fat dragon once more, much to her pout as she'll have to once again get use to the extra weight. Still, at least this time she has a sure fire way to fix herself as she holds in one fat hand the box that caused the change in the first place.

[HP:46/40(+6)] [HD: 4/4] [AC: 18(-1)] [Lay on Hands: 5/20]

[Spell Slots: 3/3 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses / Channel Divinity: Available / Inspiration: Available]

[Prepared Spells - Shield, Protection from Evil and Good, Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, Shield of Fate, and Heroism]

[Effects: MultiAx Handax Tools Mode]

Plump Dragon: Duran gains 2 HP for every level she has. She also suffers -1 to AC and Initiative, -5 to Movement speed and must spend 20 ft to go from prone to standing.

[darlingng01]

Oric:

My tail wags a bit now, everyone's mood seems to be improving thanks to the gifts. I decide Naethra still needs my attention though. I approach her and pull her into a hug, her body pressing up against my soft fur and sinking in to my softer weight. Her head only reaches up to around my chest, so her face ends up smushed between them. My hand gently runs through her hair, making sure I'm not forcing her into the hug, just letting her relax into me. My big, soft, warm body. Making it easy to feel safe. Making it easy to feel relaxed. "I'm sorry for being so abrasive before. if you need anything, just let me know okay?"

[Ordos]

"Umph!" Naethra managed, muffled against the canine woman's soft chest.  She hadn't appreciated just how much taller Oric had become. 

She wanted to still be angry at Oric.  She remembered their argument, Oric's condescending bluster, the little tidbit the Voice had passed to her... but right now, she was just hugging her, offering comfort in her own way.

Naethra did not like it.  But, she knew she shouldn't spurn honest condolence, even from Oric. 

Gently, she managed to slip a hand between herself and Oric and began to push, slowly, until she had some breathing room, and then until she could take a step backward.

"Err... thank you," she said, attempting a smile at the cleric.  "I... I think I'll be fine," she lied. 

[darlingng01]

Oric:

my ears drooped a bit, my tail stopping it's wag involuntarily "Okay." I force a smile and try and look pleased, not quite realizing how little control I have over my tail and ears. [natural 20 on insight] I guess she can't just forgive me for all the fighting and stuff... I want to admit how I really feel, like I did with Red last night, but I was drunk and horny and confused... even with the lowered stress of this body I can't just change that much that quickly. Everyone either dies or leaves. That's my job. Get them were they want to go, then get left behind. There's no reason to get attached, it only makes things harder.... so why can't I help it? Is it because of how I've been changed? But if she says she's fine there's nothing I can do. I suppose I should just try and pretend I'm accepting it and don't care...

[approximate estimation of how Oric looks https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWQkPPEsDpZ5l9CvjdsXZhxSs2tV5-wj-um6s_IoocLlqobMkj]

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria watched as Duran ate the cake and expanded, a bemused expression on her face. Last time had been an unexpected consequence, but this time she was deliberately doing it, knowing full well what would happen to her? Retiaria just didn't get it.

She shot Oric a sympathetic look as her offer of comfort was rejected by Naethra. Sure, they may have had their differences, but their conversation last night had made her realise a few things about the cleric. Both of them wanted Naethra to feel better, but... well, there was only so much you could do if the person you're trying to help doesn't want to be helped.