gender transformation · fantasy · comedy · chaos · witch curse · guild dynamics · drunk consequences · roleplay · adventure
A cold, pink dawn spills across the hillside, revealing the wreckage of the Crimson Talons' ill-fated night. The sharp scent of spent magic hangs in the air, a bitter reminder of the witch's retaliation. Cedric storms back and forth, his breaths coming in short, angry gasps. Rylan stands like a stone in a river, using his quiet presence to try and divert the leader's panic. Finn remains curled in his bedroll, lost in oblivious slumber. Galen's fingers tremble as they fly across the pages of his spellbook, his eyes wide with academic horror. The transformation is absolute: each of you now inhabits a soft, generously-proportioned female body. A stunned silence blankets the camp, thick with disbelief. What does you do?