Exile and Lethe....

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 12713

"Wherever you are, Annafrid," Chelene sighed, looking out at a point somewhere, "You now only had whatever abilities afforded in the new body you have....for now to your death."


Meanwhile

Prang, meanwhile, is sweating a bit while chalking the last of the chalk diagrams on the floor.

"Oh, thought you'd be a fancyprance sorceress and beat up old Prang, eh?" he cackled again, pausing to grope the now naked Helena, "But was so wrapped up in learning that'n you didn't notice a simple magical curse I'd placed upon the scrolls I'd foreseen my old and treacherous friend, Belboz, laying about for just such a prophecy (which I planted at no small effort, let me tell you) like you."

Prang had always kept one step ahead of the opposition....those who objected the choice of pets he had and how he let that pet played! He'd been able to bind Belboz with a giese to not be able to act directly against him in exchange for his life after that young pup had dared challenge him. The giese had also made it easy for the now pseudo senile Prang to keep track of Belboz....spy upon him at a whim. Hiding from those who'd wished him dead in basically plain sight had been a pleasure for the champion chess master of deception. He'd hoped that the curse that had caused the assimilated scrolls to be "ingested" by the then Annafrid would have killed her outright.....but this was just as good. Better, in fact! The malfunctioning spells (he wished he'd thought to monitor the effect to be able to reproduce that wondrous soul transference effect) had latched onto yet another young woman who'd proven very susceptible to his magical....er.....advances. They had traded bodies. What that beautiful but dim harlet, Helena, would be able to do with Annafrid's talents was no threat to Prang....and indeed it was delightfully ironic that what could have been the most powerful sorcoress on the face of the planet was now trapped within the body of a very buxom (and pretty, in Prang's opinion) scullery maid.....with not a lick of magical talent within her veins. Indeed, Prang had magically examined her (after having fun with her before hand) and found signs that there had never been any magical talent within the wench's bloodline! Rare indeed, but such happened..... That aside, he'd wiped all memory of such from the original Helena (easy...considering her rather simple mind). And thus he'd do the same to this Helena (as she'd been calling herself now).

With a paintbrush and dies, Prang panted various mystical designs on Helena's belly and breasts (causing curious....tingling sensations to course through her body). Finally, giggling and swaying on her feet (but unable to fall since Prang had her being supported via magic).....the spell drunk and naked Helena finally falls into a magical slumber......and begins to recite events that had happened in the last 24 hours in a rapidfire babble. When the last of the events pass her lips, Helena loses all knowledge and memories that had been gained in that time period.

A unique spell, recently invented and known only by himself, that permanently erased short term memory in various human and humanoids. Still within the testing phases, the mage thought it would be perfect for this occasion. He didn't know of certain side effects, since they weren't readily apparent with casual observation. The recipient, after repeated exposures (such as the body that Helena now wore) caused an incredible increase in strength and agility that rivaled that of another woman from another thread by the name of Joan (re: 9496). There are others....that may eventually prove to be......awkward for Prang if exploited.

"I name you Annafrid," Prang whispers into her mind, Naming her.

It was a small jest on his part that name. It was supposedly the name of the sorceress who'd come and destroy him. However, that was well nigh impossible now, was it not?

He then turned back to completing the magical circle that'd had been drawn around Annafrid and cast a spell that was the polar opposite of a summoning spell. The still naked and dazed Annafrid (still with paint on breast and bell....and other...er....places), disappears in a puff of smoke!

A connection is made between this world and another. Truthfully, if it had been anyone else, the chances of just this connection is low indeed. But there happens to be a rather something of a glut of Freds on this world.

But be that as it may, that's not known to Jarlath, who's come to the Elven Nation to help with a problem that could come with a bunch of elves on their eighth birthday! He'd been talking with the rather unusual ten year old elfin lass called Ti'mma when a dazed naked blonde woman comes stumbling out from behind a tree!

Though his heart (though he had not worked up the courage to voice it yet) was set on one red headed visitor that was said to be arriving soon by horseback he still finds he must say something about this!

  1. "Gee, you don't see one of those too often nowaday!" Jarlath exclaimed with an odd expression, remembering for some reason the story of how many of his brothers found their loves so long ago......

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