Trading one problem for a BIGGER one?

Gilda

Amongst other things the female human at our feet represented . . .unfinished business. A loose end that just BEGGED to be taken care of in the most VIOLENT manner...

I wince slightly as one of my bandaged wounds reminds me of it’s presence just right then and there. Pardon.

Honestly I have to agree with my sister about wanting to strangle this unconscious woman here and now and damn the consequences.

Oh, she’d proven to be useful enough to us after plopping down at our feet, unconscious. We had actually intended on killing IT before moving on and onto our new lives. I had even gotten our hands on her unconscious body with every intention of snapping the creatures neck for just being the sourece of Nightfall’s grief, never mind the pain and suffering I am sure it had inflicted upon the world about it.

I mean whoever I was before becoming Gilda--either Astra or Fred . . .don’t know or really care to know who I’d been before now for I AM Gilda--I’d gone off to attempt to slay the beast. Don’t believe that even human beings would try such a dangerous task without GOOD reason, eh?

. . .

Well, anyway the dragon male turned human female needed killing and we had every intention on doing just that and never mind about what it would mean about bringing about a vicious FEMALE dragon on our tails in vengeance afterwards. We did plan on slipping into a new life and new species, right? Nightfall and Braveheart would even be magically altered and all to fit into some new life, but . . .

But it seems that we must be in a bigger rush than we’d planned on being, now.

See, as earlier stated we’d said we’d gotten hands upon these creature’s neck but got interrupted before we could dispense justice. Probably (no bloody likely) a good thing, being that the female, not apparently sure what had befallen her mate and was MOST curious (and fretful?) opted on zapping in right then and there. She froxe in shock (actually FROZE in shock!) at seeing her mate in our hands, it’s life in ours.

. . .

We used the uncurious female human (former male dragon) as a bargaining chip/human shield. Was a very, VERY tense moment as we slowly backed away from the female dragon. Hilda was carrying the hatchlings. I had my hands on the transformed dragon (ready to snap her neck IF the female dragon got froggy). Braveheart was ready to dive in to sacrifice his noble life to give us time to get OUT and then teleport out, throwing himself at the dragoness to delay it if needed. Thank goodness it wasn’t needed...

Nightfall? What part did she play in all this? Well, SHE was the one ready to activate the spell scroll to teleport us BACK after we cleared the caverns enough to safely use it.

Nice to know that some of the ad hoc, worse case scenario planning we’d done whilst trekking through the caverns there paid dividends!

WELL, that’s for later! Right now we need to get down to business: getting the hatchlings transformed into proper elfin children and then US gaints transformed as well and all that business. Time is ticking here and we can’t rush this mage in fear of making him too squirrelly to help us any more before we’re done with him.

As we faded out when Nightfall secretly activated our scroll the dragoness looked both shocked and angry beyond words at that turn of events. She’ll now probably be scouring the world for us, using whatever means she has at her talons. Don’t know what all that would be and don’t care to find out first had if it’s up to the task. We know that the mage’s place has some kind of wardings on it (he is a wizard after all) so that might afford us enough time to get this done, but why push the envelope with needless (and endless) answering of this human’s questions if he should get uppity or whatever? Might be terribly upset to learn that this “minion” we brought to his doorsteps is really the dragoness he so very feared! Hurmph. But imagine how upset he’d be with learning that this naked creature at our feet (still asleep after we’d forces one of those remaining sleeping potions we’d had for the hatchlings down her throat)?

Probaly would have thrown us out and slam the door on us, that’s how angry. Or perhaps scared would be a better word for it...

So, if we want to get our transformed infants transformed into elfin children AND not be left out in the cold (as it were) we . . .rely on half truths and out and such. Nothing much, just enough bending so it doesn’t cause any possible truth detection spells to alarm.

I hope...

And after the transformation spells for us all THEN we get to go on a mystical journey by spell to places far away (and unknown to even the mage being it shall be so random).

THEN we’ll get on with our lives...after just this one part. We basically gave him a roughly truthful accounting of what had happened: the unconscious “minion” having been used as a hostage to win our way to freedom against dangerous forces. Oh, the force being the actual dragoness but we’d made it sound like we’d done it against some lesser monsters (i.e. Henchmen).

Thankfully, it appears that he seems to believe us enough in what we’ve told him. Er, that and some kind of quick spell he’d cast at the unconscious b*tch . Whatever it told him seemed to have rocked him, mutter about her aura being incredibly black....

Hm, it would appear that whatever shall be done with our “loose end” will be to our liking by the look in the mage’s eye as he looks down at the unconsous one before us, fingering one of his wands speculatively...

(Author's Note: Taken in part from episode 48906 by Bill L).

sensation too much being pulled every way everywhere nowhere
Whowhatwhenwhere
velus astra belboz are we they
i am manwomanboygirlmalefemale am i am fred astrid am I
nothing is something is not can't won't don't
i think i don't
like
magic

THAT is what echoes through the minds of the now silver haired and golden eyed female elves who’ve crawled weakly over to the elfin babes who’re crying softly in reaction to the latest horrid efforts for the vile “fellow elves” who’d found them.

Who the blazes was Belboz? Well, that was the name of the shaman, of course. Odd that, but that was that.

Nobody questioned why he had such a human (though odd) name, it just WAS. A product of the Game outome, you see. But that's for later...

The trip out of the mages place had been a chaotic, fear laden affair. They’d gotten turned into their rightful forms, the giantesses and babes. They’d even gotten their looks lsightly altered in order to throw off any questions anyone in the employment of the dragoness may send after them.

But somehow right in the middle of the spell setting up the magical gate to elsewhere for them things went the hell in hand basket.

Somehow the dragoness had tracked them down and came knocking, personally. Blew the door right off the hinges magically!

Engaged in mage battle between the mercenary human mage and enraged dragoness, though the gateway wasn’t fully set up it looked a HECK of a lot more inviting than sticking here!!

BUT not before slitting that unconscious b*tch’s throat for all the trouble she’d caused them and theirs, in one fashion or another...

As satisfying as it had been, right before they’d jumped into this hellhole, the scream of outrage and pain the dragoness gave off as the blood flew would haunt their dreams for the rest of their lives!!

Oh right! Mated dragons have a Bond that links lifeforces together and all that. Looks like the dragoness was going to be dieing soon, by inches...

The shaman had taken one look at them and seen the wolf spirit within . . .and declared them dangerously unclean. The latest rounds of “cleansing” spells had done it’s job, but left the elves sore and . . .empty feeling. The shaman, sworn to his patron the Lady of the Moon, was quiet surprised how . . .powerful the spells the Lady gave him.

It was almost like the Lady had a grudge against these strange, tribeless (read perfectly exploitable for profit) elfin women!

It should have been impossible, separating the wolf from the elf, but this elfin shaman had managed it...

The “wolf” within no longer was there...and the girls were hurting from the efforts done to them to have accomplish the feat. Braveheart might have objected to this treatment if he’d not been in a worse condition then the elfin females when this barbaric tribe (on a way to some kind of Game) had stumbled upon them. The noble gryphon was quiet . . .tied up at the moment.

They were all being cleansed magically and then physically in order to be able to be presented as slaves to be sold. Uh, the elves needed bettting money and BOY wasn’t it lucky for them (not the girls and their gryphon friend) that such an opportunity stumbled across their path, eh?

That is, unless they somehow manage to come across a trio of female magic user (of all the goddess blessed things to find out here on the road) looking for certain spell components that they needed...

1. What WAS up with the glowing wings and all that, though?! What, did they think they were some kind of angels or something like that? Had the right radiantly pale skin for it but...

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