Always Ascending

[Ryuforce]

Just as that fear was gripping her, the wolf suddenly was pulled away and into Gwyn. Duran's eyes widen as the girl collapsed under pleasurably bliss. The dragonborn running right over to her in concern. "Gwen! What happen? are you okay?" The plump dragon asked, looking over her but alas having no way to heal her easily with her powers all spent. "Di.. did you stop the w-wolf?" She asked curiously, trying to piece this all together and probably not wisely forgetting the unknown spellslinger hidden in the tree.

[Roselli]

Gwyn kind of unintentional giggles as she is blessed out in the glow, "mmmm, were safe from the wolf. Safe safe." Her voice a but drifting and lustful, "my chest feels heavier" she added as she started to feel herself up. 

[Ordos]

"What... what the helps just happened?"  Naethra asked no one in particular.  She just saw a wolf-monster get sucked into Gwyn's tits.  What.  The.  Hells.

She took a step towards Gwyn, cautious at first, but decided to rush to her side, closing the remaining distance in sprinting steps.

She kneeled down beside the new redhead, noting that the fur color had lingered.  It looked cute in her.  She also noticed that Gwyn's chest was much larger now, threatening to tear her over-strained bodice in half.

"Are you okay?" she asked putting a hand on Gwyn's shoulder to help her balance.  Gwyn's own hands were busy, and Naethra couldn't fault them.  She blinked, touching the fey magic within her channel Eldritch sight, more than a little worried what it might reveal about the bard's bosom.  Also more than a little envious of Gwyn's new bust... If justifiably worried about how she had obtained it.  Was the wolf still there?  Could she feel or sense from her new form?  Could she influence Gwyn?  Would Gwyn mind if she sneaked in a quick feel?

Naethra blushed at they thought.  "We should... um, do we have any healing left?  I have a potion... But those are probably riskier than the berries."

Wait, wasn't there... 

She cranes her neck towards the tree.  "Hey, mage!  I don't suppose you know any healing spells?  Or first-aid?"

[Roselli]

"Im fine, I'm fine." Gwyn groaned and she started to feel more lucid and pushed herself to sit up. "I guess, I just needed a few moments after whatever that was. Is everyone ok?"

Sitting up, she could feel the new weight of her increased breasts. She was thankful to have the bodice. "Some voice told me that I could take the howl for all of you. I didn't think it would happen like that."

[Short rest recoup = 8+2 = 10hp]

[Ryuforce]

Duran was glad to see Gwyn recover but frown upon hearing her try to take the howl for everyone. That strange fear inducing sensation? "What did you think it would do? It could of turned you into a permanent squirrel for all we knew!" She lightly tapped her with a dragonic fist, avoiding too much pressure as she has no idea just how winded the poor girl was.

"But.. to take that risk for us? Whom you barely met. That was really noble of you, Gwyn. Brave as Yazgash." The dragonborn said with a smile before hearing Naethra. "Oh right! There was some one zapping spells down at the wolf the whole time." she started to get up and look towards the tree now, wondering just who the mysterious spellslinger was.

[Dichotomy]

As the howl rose again I tensed considerably, remembering hearing it before. In instinct I jerked my hands up to cover my ears... and fumbled my book. Desperate not to drop it, my hands jerk away from my ears and catch it just before it falls out of reach.

...unfortuantely, I utterly sacrifice my balance in the process, and find myself tumbling from the tree.

A string of goblin follows as I desperately try to remember the incantation for Feather Fall, only to realize that I haven't prepared that spell, and ultimately my robe snagging on a lower branch, tearing with an almighty ripping sound as it absorbs most of my momentum before I hit.

I get up in a pile of cloth, trying to re-orient myself and make sure my glasses aren't broken and that I don't get eaten by any wolves now that I've lost the protection of my tree and... "Hold on a moment." I say, blinking around as I push my glasses up my nose, holding the rip in my robe shut with my free hand, book under my arm. "Where... what happened to that strange Gnoll?"

As I get a good looka t them for the first time, I clear my throat and blush slightly amending "...ladies." becomeing very consciosu of the fact that I don't have my mending spell readied either...

[Roselli]

Gwyn answers Duran, "I didn't know what it would do to me. I just knew what would happen if I didn't do it. And I didn't want the rest of you to become rodent sized snacks. It was the right thing to do."

Gwyn goes to get up and slowly gets to get feet with a little help,, and a bit of a groan. She looks at her dress. The top is in shreds and her breasts are exposed to the world. She called for her servant and slipped off her dress. Wearing nothing but her bodest she hands the dress over to invisible barmaid. "Can you fix that so it's wearable?"

She held her larger breasts, and gasped at the sensitivity. "Im not passing as a male again."

The thud of the spell caster falling out of the tree distracted her from herself and she stepped over with Duran, "Gnoll? You mean the wolf woman? I think she went to my cup size. What's your name?"

[Dichotomy]

I look at the clearly addled woman with come concern- what she said made no sense, but the wolf didn't appear to be a threat any longer in any case, so on to more pressing matters.

My eyes... linger, shall we say, on her exposure. I do not stare, as that would be ungentlemanly, but I've always had an eye for detail, and I look over the whole of the group eventually. "Lucius." I answer "Lucius uhh..." I look away from her bust again- just something I needed to check again, nothing serious- and look back up at her "Drake. Lucius Drake, uh, Lou is fine."

[Ordos]

There was an old elf adage Naethra was found of... "When a foolish gamble pays off, it's called bravery."  She very consciously didn't say that. 

"That was brave," she said instead.  "That howl... is the most terrible thing that's happened to me here.  It's the worst kind of fear.  It's not constructive, or rational, or even sane.  It gets under your skin and strikes at your bones."  She shuddered at the memory, "I never want to feel that again.  And things could have gone very badly if the rest of the party was afflicted like we were.  Do... do you have any idea how you managed to do that?"  She paused for a moment, casting another glance at Gwyn as she took off her blouse.  "And your boobs are amazing, by the way.  In more ways that one."

She shook her head, conscious of the blush creeping onto her green cheeks.  Instead, she turned towards the newcomer.  Her smile grew rueful. 

"Good day, Mister Drake," she said, offering the wizard a polite nod.  "My name is Naethra.  I... don't suppose you have any idea where we are?  Or how you got here?  Or why we just fought a magical wolf-woman-thing?"  She paused for a few seconds, quietly dreading her next question, but pushed through with it none the less.  "And have you seen a confused looking elf princess wander by here, lately?" 

In truth, Naethra doubted she'd ever see Aerin again.  At least not in any recognizable form. 

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria flinced as she heard the howl, as it began to work its way under her skin... and then, it was nothing at all. She stared, almost dropping her trident as the howl petered out and the wolf lady was... sucked into Gwen's tits?

"What the fuck?"

She hurried over to her, staying by her as she recovered. "That is bloody insane... but yeah, thanks, Gwen. I really owe you one for that. Um... how do you feel? Are they, um..."

She poked one of Gwen's breasts curiously.

[Roselli]

Gwyn blushed at Neathra's praise, "I don't know. I was given an opportunity and up I took it."

She then bit her lip as Retiaria poked her boob, "mmm, it's a bit sensitive. We scan explore that a bit later."

She offered a hand to the tree wizard, "I'm Gwyn."

[Ryuforce]

Duran heard the comment about her larger chest which made the dragonborn briefly look at her own. The armor least did it's job of hiding a bit of her but the tightness is still rather a problem. "Yeah Naethra... I think I get what you mean. And I agree, I sure don't want any of us to ever experience such fear again..." With that she moved over to the new mage who has introduced himself as Lucius Drake. He seem as alright of a fellow as the rest of the group but the dragonborn can't help but under if his days of being male is as numbered as theirs was.

"Lucius huh? I'm Duran Crasin." The dragonborn said, smiling and offering him a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you. Seems you got the fortunate advantage of not having dealt with any weird changes so far."

[darlingng01]

I give a polite smile and a slight bow "It's nice to meet you, my name is Oric Loth. I would certainly be interested in hearing how you ended up in the situation we found you in." I'm still weak with my lust, and my desire to request another session with Naethra was almost boiling over. With this new person present however, I'm able to resist. I focus on standing, keeping my thighs from rubbing together and spreading my sexual fluids even as my chest heaves with each breath.

[Dichotomy]

"Good day, Mister Drake," she said, offering the wizard a polite nod.  "My name is Naethra.  I... don't suppose you have any idea where we are?  Or how you got here?  Or why we just fought a magical wolf-woman-thing?"  She paused for a few seconds, quietly dreading her next question, but pushed through with it none the less.  "And have you seen a confused looking elf princess wander by here, lately?"

I blink, then smile, turning my attention to the... Dryad? Some sub species thereof certainly. "We should be in Gren'egal." I reply "or... somewhere near it." I furrow my brow "Though 'near' in this context isn't a terribly useful notion, but in any case, Gren'egal is the destination I was teleporting to when I landed here... I'm..." I clear my throat "Conjuration isn't my specialty, so it's conceivable that my execution was somewhat amateur, but I'm sure I wasn't off by much. Which answers your second question as well I suppose: by way of a working of conjuration, a teleportation spell my master said I wouldn't even manage to get to make sparks!" I beam, then frown "By which I mean... well anyway, I can't speak to your motivations, but I fought the... strange sub-species of gnoll because it attacked me, and it seemed appropriate to defend myself." I frown, and mutter "I'm unaware of any gnoll tribes native to the greater Gren'egal area, but... well they could always be lost I suppose... pity she vanished, there is much that study of her could have revealed and... what's that? An elf princess? No, I- well, I did meet one once, she consulted my master on a matter of unicorn husbandry an- was she an elf princess? No... no that was a gnome dutchess I'm sure of it..." I shake my head "Anyway no elven royalty since I arrived, no."

She offered a hand to the tree wizard, "I'm Gwyn."

"Lucius huh? I'm Duran Crasin." The dragonborn said, smiling and offering him a hand shake. "It's nice to meet you. Seems you got the fortunate advantage of not having dealt with any weird changes so far."

I shake the offered hands, somewhat absently "Erm, yes, pleasure... odd changes? Not unexpected ones at least. Not that I know of.... changes are something of a specialty of mine, but that's something of a different discussion.... I did feel a bit like some small prey animal when I first heard that howl, but I fear I blacked out for a moment, and the next thing I knew I was up that tree."

[Nihtgenga]

"So, basically you're just as lost as we are, then? Lovely. Ah well, we should stick together. I've never heard of this Grenegal place, but let's just hope we're as close as you say." Retiaria said, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Retiaria. Good to meet you, Lucious."