Always Ascending

[Alice]

Gaven nods, "for half a day it's perfectly safe.. but going longer and things.. get. unstable.. after a full day it's almost certain to have lasting side effects, after three days the original mind is.. hard to bring back.. after a week... the enchantment fades and there is nothing left to cancel."

[darlingng01]

I happily take some of the pills and quickly pop one into my mouth, trying to guide the change. I think of a milking machine, but quickly begin altering it within my mind, adding somewhere to sit or lay down, a whole machine dedicated to allowing the one being milked to relax. If I fail, I'll end up as a milking machine, but if I succeed... I'll end up as the BEST milking machine.

[Ryuforce]

Duran watches Lou leave and giggles. "Awww she'll be fine. she's got all the magics and what not. Just will probably zap zap a goblin." She says reassuringly before taking a set of pills and the antidote. However many they are willing to give the drunk dragonborn. Least though she won't use them right now and isntead just watches curiously as Oric takes one of them isntead. "Heh, already? I was gonna save mine for a rainy day.. or a fun... mood. Hehehe."

[Ordos]

"What the hells!?" Naethra exclaimed as she saw Oric swallow the pills.  She had been pondering the wisdom of taking the things, weighing possible value against evident danger.

"We... we almost lost everything we are to those," she said, much more softly, taking a few slow steps away from and around the dwarf.  "Remember what I said, about losing your soul an inch at a time."

Finally, she found herself standing by Red.  She turned to her.  "I'm afraid you're the sanest tiefling in the party now.  My conolences; it is not an easy mantle to bear."

[Alice]

Oric takes the pill as she tries to build an object that doesn't exist in her head. The warmth fills her as she gets ready for her change.. She feels herself fill with potential.. and fill.. her body starts to sink in on itself.

She.. has...potential...


The others in the room see her shudder and soften falling into herself as a shapeless soft mass of ex-dwarf.

[Roselli]

"Yeah, even in my book that seems a bit reckless. But The Voice did say to not be boring." Gwyn said watching and handing a tankard to brew to Neathra, "What is she trying to be? Should we be concerned? She wants us to turn her back, right?"

[darlingng01]

I feel myself changing, shrinking, condensing... my body feels light and fluffy, and jiggles slightly with the motion of my change. I feel... lost. When I was a chair I had a job to do and it was imposed on my mind. As... whatever I am, I feel like I am in need of some kind of purpose. I feel like I could be anything if given the chance, reaching out with my mind to everyone near by, asking them to sculpt me into something, to give me shape and purpose.

[Ryuforce]

Duran tilts his head. Looking at Oric she gasps a bit as the dwarf suddenly fallen down as a massive blob of sorts. The dragoborn moves over to her, poking it as she looks quite consider by her head tilt. "Gavin.. she's okay right? Should we get the antidote? Because I don't think any time I know her she went on about wanting to be a.. lump of.. herself. Heh." It's the closest to sober she's sound all night.

[Nihtgenga]

"we should stay here. We deserved a nice bed and a safe place to stay. I have beer tits and I still feel this is safer. But I will make sure I take you up on a fun way of drinking beer. "

"You can count on it. Though I still don't wanna stay here..."

"You were something else, and now you are both things. I was a dwarf, then a chair, and now I am both a dwarf and a chair. I am certainly more dwarf than chair, but if it ever serves me I know I can call on it. If they'd wanted to trap us, they could have just not turned us back. They already had us if that was their goal. The forest is full of goblins looking to capture us, this is far better."

"Grrm... You... I guess you're right. I'm not comfortable staying here, but... I guess it is technically safer. But that other stuff you're saying, about being both? That is an absolute load of wank and can fuck right off. I'm me. Retiaria. Tiefling gladiator. Not some damn underwear!"

"Retiaria, I'm taking your share incase you decide you want it later. It could be useful."

"Not happening. Ever. But sure, grab it if you want it."

She stared at Orin as she swallowed another pill. Retiaria's lip curled in disgust. "Really? Already? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm afraid you're the sanest tiefling in the party now.  My conolences; it is not an easy mantle to bear."

"Sanest of one ain't exactly hard, but I get your meaning..."

Her stare went from disgusted to concerned as Orin became a... a blob. "What the? What's she doing? What's she trying to be?"

[Alice]

As Duran walks over to the mass of Oric she finds her feet and tail getting caught up in each other.. windmilling her arms she tries to stay up..

Splat! Soon the Dizzy Duran is on the ground.. Oric oozing out from under her rear.

[darlingng01]

I gently embrace Duran, soft enough to mitigate the fall, but firm enough to hold her up. My memories of being a chair guide me to comfort her rear. It's not bad, but I need to be given a purpose, something to dedicate myself to until I turn back. I seek a new experience, new knowledge... and to put myself to use.

[Ryuforce]

Duran gasps as she trips on her own feet and lands right on the blob. Her first response was trying to sit up. "Oric are you okay!" however as she feels the massage against her rear she starts to give a sensual murr and lay back down for a moment. "Oh mmmn wow.. you're actually quite soft like this and mmnn oh.. like.. a... pillow? A over sized one though. Never seen one big enough for a person.. guess that would make it a bed.. or... ohh a robe! I know a few of the higher up clergy men had such really nice robes, surprisingly soft but I suppose they were only for very special ceremonies and weren't used as much." The dragon born keeps pondering as she lays there, rolling a bit in the soft blobby form. Not even the least bit concern this was/is Oric.

[Alice]

As the drunk dragon born babbles on the blob of Oric starts to creep up the back of the plump girl. then wrap around her surrounding her in soft plush warmth.. there doesn't seem to be any way of opening the former dwarf hower.. Seems a drunk Duran only has a couple of things on her mind and an easy eascpae from a soft warm surrounding robe isn't one of them.

[Ordos]

"Is... is our cleric a dress?" 

Naethra just sighed.  It was maybe the tenth most bizarre thing to happen around her today.  She knew she would have panicked and done something drastic even a few days ago, but they had the counter- serum, and Oric had done this mostly willingly... It wasn't disastrous so much as supremely ill-advised.  Still, the lack of visceral response troubles her... was this just the experience of the last few days, or some manner of deeper change?

She took a deep sip from her tankard, reminding herself that the drinking vessel was not her sister or a kindred spirit and, in fact, was wholly mundane and inanimate.  The ale was wonderful and nourishing... but she felt hungry, unlike the last trine she drank.  What could she eat without teeth?

"I would desperately appreciate some eat that isn't on a shelf or cupboard.  We have some time, best to recoup ourselves here before we do anything else rash."

[Roselli]

"Looks like it. Seems like that's how she's spending the night." Gwyn yawns, "Speaking off, I could really use a bed and some sleep. Gavin, mind if I barrow a Keg. I think I need somewhere to put this beer. Unless you are all planning on drinking it tonight?"