Several crew members of the grounded Voyager, having just come upon
the new cottage (and a large pile of treasure.....a Dragon's Hoard)......blink
in surprise as a man in buckskins screams in surprise as he blast through
the cottage's front door and lands at their feet.
As they tend to the dazed dragon mage's wounds, Synizn speaks softly.....not
quiet aware of his surrounding. It's real, but the people of the Voyager
put it down as a fantasy brought about by blows suffered.
"Well, what exactly does this mean?" Synizn says softly, "Well, it means
that those who's forms were NOT protected by the virtue of being Champions.....are
slowly transforming into various other species. The fey. Long, and disturbing,
and irreversible once completed (even by the Crystallic). This problem
is made worse by the fact that about half of those effected are whisked
by the Slipgate system (at the dying bequest of the Book) to a random reality!
"At least these events are still being recorded in those mystical books
the Book had enchanted to document its potential target's lives......
"Right now, however, those in the immediate vicinity where hit by a
second....side curse. Less powerful, but still damn effective. Some of
the mage's shields cracked under pressure, and the curse hit some.....turning
some into various animals! Something akin to a witch's curse, where the
form is altered....but readily cured by any competent mage worth his salt.
Able to be done because it's not the Matrix being attacked..... So in addition
to all this, some Champions are trying adjust to their new frog bodies
while their friends (still dazed from the Book's magical backlash), look
for them......
"And this is only a faction of what that vile magical artifact had been
hoping for by this last move....." the dragon mage sighs, slipping into
a slumber as his looks at the Crystallic in his still smoldering hands.
"Glad that Jarlath, Astra 9, and those of that group are up and whole....uncursed....."
I....want to help them...so somebody'll be going after...them.
the Dragon mage thinks to himself in his sleep.
In the confused condition he's in, he then does something in his sleep
he usually wouldn't do.....
-
 "He's finally
asle....holy SHIT!" Tom Paris shouts as Synizn's body goes to it's natural,
default dragon form.....
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