Reflections of the way life used to not be......(part 2)

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 2508

The dragons quickly tear down the wards and glyphs, and move this entire party outside. Questions of what is going on are answered with promises to explain....LATER. The dragons quickly rebuild the magical barriers, and resume this ceremony.

"I have looked into thee, and see the form that Tiamat has gifted thee with is still viable." Malachi informs the were-bear. "Sigin, if ye would be so kind?"

The were-bear hands his Crystallic to his fellow dragon and awaits quietly (but with excitement for what comes next).

This things dirt simple to use! Sigin thinks as he stares down at the Crystallic. Well, maybe not dirt simple....since you at least need the gift of magic to be able to use it......correctly.

The three Crystallics hum and glow....and then the were-bear feels himself....growing!

He feels things grow and shift, senses and connections that he felt would never be his to have again reawaken! His pants shred and burst apart as his legs twist and change....growing longer and twisting into the blessed form of a dragon. His feet grow....elongate and expand, sprouting wickedly sharp claws that dig furrows into the soft grass beneath him. His arms ripple and grow as muscles sprout and grow beneath his rapidly changing skin. Chords of draconian muscle ripple underneath what are now forelegs (with human like hand/claws). Fingernails darken and form claws, and fingers and hands grow to the size befitting a wyrm (a bit bigger than a full grown man). The were-bear feels his spine lengthen and sprout his glorious, long tail! Wings break through his skin and grow to their full glorious wingspan of two hundred feet (yes folks....a wyrm in it's natural form is BIG). Chest and stomach expand and innards gurgle as they shift and grow back into that of a dragon. Face pushes forward into a muzzle and sharp teeth sprout and sharpen. Eyes shift from blue to gold, and then grow slit pupiled. Neck elongates and grows to long...snakelike length. Horns on head and back sprout from head to tail tip. Ears grow from flabby, unlovely man ears to lovely....bat eared ears characteristic of a dragon. Manhood grows, and then forms into it's proper....er.....form as a sheath.

The crowning event comes, that even tops the happy event of being able to feel his Hoard. A feeling of warmth spread throughout his body, and joy fills the dragon's heart as his internal Fire reignites! Synizn roars in joy, causing the other Members below him (who are still man sized), to clap their ears in pain. Tears of joy stream down the dragons face and smoke curls from his mouth.

"Thank.....you," he whispers in a rumbling voice to his....dear friends.

"Thee are welcome," beams Malachi, understanding perfectly. "Yet there remains one last thing....I fear.

"I....am to be Renamed?" the dragon whispers in surprise.

"The Ritual demands it, dear friend," Malachi says softly. "When the and they brothers came together, they old Name was forfeit, even if thee was the last one with the name of Synizn Draconarysni."

"I...think that after regaining my given form I can be happy with that," smiles the dragon. "Please, continue." So she did just that. "Thus it is," Malachi says for a THIRD time, turning to the newly restored dragon. "Ye was also born Synizn Draconarysni....but your brothers were also born that. This is not good, for Tiamat herself GAVE ye a singular name to distinguish you from others when it comes time to return to Her.....and for reasons that hath already been stated before!" "The hath lived as a dragon, then cursed by venomous fate to live the life of a were-bear. The was lucky, however, and learned from our Brother dragons of the East their Methods....and thus were able to be restored on this special day of Meetings! Ye have seen much misery and corruption in thy city of Walants, yet still followed thy Creed....though some of those you swore to aid disgusted thee. This I hope to remedy after thee is Renamed, but first this. "Through no fault of thy own, ye hath a name that was also given to your brothers," sighs Malachi. "Though not ye's fault, this must not be anymore." "So," Malachi finishes. "I Rename you. You are no longer Synizn Draconarysni . You are a demi-fox who calls himself Synizn. You are Dragon Synizn. A Name that denotes what you were...and are again! Thus you shall be called from this day forward when we speak of ye. Ye shall even think of yourself as such from this day forward. It is done." The wyrm shivers as Malachi's proclamation worms it's way into his mind....and soul. He could no longer think of himself as Synizn, or Synizn Draconarysni. He remembered that he had been Named as such....and was still that person, yet he had been Renamed Demi-fox Synizn. His heart thudded faster in pride at his new Name, and it was good. "I, Dragon Synizn, thank thee," Dragon Synizn says, bowing to Malachi. "It is DONE!" the dragonness intones, ending the Renaming ceremony. "Well, that was fun," Malachi chuckles as she drops back into her normal voice. She turns and smiles at her Circle of Dragons (and friends). "I'd love and chew the fat and all, but....I feel the need to fly out and roast a band of ants that crawled their mutated way out of the land of glass......" She stops, and looks at each member before continueing. "Sigin," Malachi says. "Demi-fox Synizn and his human friends could use a hand with their relocation or whatever they plan to do. Feel up to it?" "I'm ready to lend aid," Sigin smiles. "Besides, I still have a promise to keep to Astra...my world's Astra and the rest of the gang. Seems they are crazy about the idea of riding by dragonback....and I feel like impressing them. It should be fun."<p.

"Besides that, I think that their a certain former king out there who could use a break from his lycanthropic curse." murmurs Malachi.

Then the scene shifts and blurs....as if whatever means the adventurers are using to view this.....whatever it is.....is moving at high speed......and it stops at the.....hardest images to take!

Don't worry dear Astra, Sigin sends to her as that worry crosses her mind. The trick is to be able to get MY shields to match the magical harmonic vibrations of the cities magical shields. That way you, I, and your children can pass through without resistance. This method is as old as the Atlanteans......because that is the way they were able to have traffic enter and exit small enclaves. It should work on this large scale version of those magical fortress shields. Down and down further the couple goes.....to the edge of the magical barrier that is keeping the strangely glowing city dry for all these years. The dragon pauses....appearing to hover inside the magical diving bubble, and then the bubble flickers. The dragon chuckles and then flies through the city's shield, and then glides downward to land below. Astra, however, spots something amiss below!! "LOOK!" Astra screams over the wind, pointing at two prone figures on the ground below....near a plaza. "It's....." It's Fred and Synizn!! agrees the startled Sigin. Something is wrong, their unconscious or something because..... That's all the dragon can get out. The children, already wound up and fussy at being shocked back to the land of the awake by their mothers lound shouting, start to bawl for all they are worth. That doesn't last long, however. The beam of light....from a stunningly vulumpious and beautiful woman in revealing glittering dress holding a gawdy glass figurine .....causes the entire group of adventurers to pass out! ************************************************************** Sigin moans, and muzzily realizes he can't do more than twitch his wings. Bloodshot slit pupiled eyes can barely see, let alone focus on, the female before him. Blearily, Sigin's draconian senses tell him that this lady....is familiar.....and deadly!! In the background, yipping can be heard. "Ah Sigin," chuckles the lady in a sultry voice. "Finally awake? Good! That will give me a chance to gloat before I carry out my revenge!" "Thut?" Sigin asks, drooling severely since he can't get his tongue and mouth to work right. "Oh you and your pipsqueek friends were so gullable!" chuckles the lady. "You REALLY think that with the death of it's leader, Minestus' Dragon Circle would stay together?! It fell apart before I could even BEGIN to address the long burried rifts that came to the FORE! "You and your friends were responsible for my brothers.....death." the female's voice cracks at suppressed rage....and sadness. "I can't kill the children....though I can kill you tame knight and his mate! However....." The dark lady, also known as the Dragonness Moreau, leans in real close to the disoriented Sigin. Sigin can't even manage to raise a puff of smoke....much less a jet of fire to incinerate Moreau. "I have made arrangements that after......the fifty day jestation period for her and her......packmates......A regular Tod-fox for her and regular vixens for you and Fred.......you'll need at least thirteen Crystallics working in concert to lift the curse!! Not that you'll even have the one. Sigin, as out of it as he is, still manages to scream a few filthy curse words....describing the dragonness' mother's preferance to female dogs.....before he finds himself covered in red fur and sniffing at a.....delicious smell coming from a....lovely vulpine female in front of him......his form shifts and he falls on all fours........ ****************************************************************** Sigin yawns and suddenly starts as he feels....a bushy tail brushes his hands. The wide eyed Sigin looks down in horror at the clutch of one dozen fox kits....who have shifted to hybrid form while suckling the happily panting mother.... Cries of dismay quickly break the taboo, and the adventurers quickly find each other....and their offspring. "So....she wins...." Fred chokes out, deeply in rage. His tail is quivering at the barely contained wraith the small demi-fox feels coming on. "Perhaps....not," a male voice says. The others turn, and Synizn and Sigin nearly jump out of their skins. A grey haired humanoid wolf, backed by a collection of other beastmen, stands behind them...... The grey haired wolf is holding a glowing staff. He looks like he's been in some type of major battle, because he's limping as he comes forward. "Allow me to introduce myself and my....family....," the old wolf chuckles. "My name is Carradene....a wizard of some repute before.....an unfortunate family heritage brought me to near ruin. And with the coming of Sir Joseph Tisbitt, my family has truelly BECOME a family in all but blood. I introduce you to my family, the Pack!

"We can't undo what's been done," sighs Carradene. "But we have this Crystallic thing. Do you have any idea what that is?"

"Carraden!" shouts a raccoon man from the background. "While your asking questions, ask them if they have any idea what all that light was about just an hour ago. Scared the #&^@ out of everyone!"

The image fades, to be replaced by garish signs and symbols. Synizn, already sandbagged by all he's seen, goggles his eyes in fear. And then, nearly screams in horror as HIS Crystallic begins to glow.

He picks it up and hurls it into the image, and both the Crystallic and the image vanishes.

  1. "What....what in the name of God was THAT!" whispers Astra, aghast at all she had seen.

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