A Rather Unmanly Circumstance (Abridged)

[Volgathras]

*In a chamber of fire, demons, and chaos, a dark ritual is about to take place, one involving the God of Demons, a lowly Thief, and an unwitting barmaid. This is the story of that ritual.*

The Chamber of the Balor

An enormous throne governs the chamber, bleeding freely.

There is a pool of liquid gathered on the floor.

(White Aura) A Great Demon General sits upon the throne glaring at you with disgust.

Volgathras nods at Vutravikyr the Demon General.

Vutravikyr was once at the right hand of the Balor, Xutravoth. When the

mighty Balor fell with the other Gods of the ancient pantheon, Vutravikyr

saw the opportunity and ursurped power for himself. Now this massive

creature rules all of the demons within this realm. From head to toe,

Vutravikyr is covered by an exosekeleton of sharp bones. His dagger like

claws extend for several inches past its waist and look to be quite deadly.

Fiery red pupil-less eyes flicker with hatred from beneath his forehead,

where a three horns potrude, one from the each side and one from the middle.

Vutravikyr the Demon General is in excellent condition.

Vutravikyr the Demon General sits down.

[Volgathras] 'Now, for this ritual.'

[Volgathras] 'What sort of woman would you prefer to be?'

Volgathras casts his hand dismissively. 'Nevermind, I shall choose for you.'

You ponder the question.

Flecks of black race through Volgathras' eyes, a vibrating hum filling the chamber.

A barmaid arrives from a puff of smoke.

Volgathras looks at A barmaid.

She looks tired and harmless as she carries a tray full of food and tries

her best to sell the wares.

A barmaid is in excellent condition.

[Volgathras] 'While the concept is simple, the exchange is anything but.'

[Volgathras] 'Your soul will escape your form, and enter that of the barmaid.'

Volgathras nods at A barmaid.

A barmaid SQUEELS in horror!

[Volgathras] 'Shush, slime.. it'll be over quickly.'

Volgathras stops using an Orb of Sighing Souls.

Volgathras removes the orb from his neck, a chorus of anguished cries escaping in to the surrounding air.

Peras grimaces as the cries burst forth but keeps his focus on the Dark Lord.

Volgathras holds the orb up, the surrounding flames glinting off the strange material.

Peras' body lurches suddenly, as though something inside was trying to force it's way out!

You say 'Gah!'

The Orb of Sighing Souls flares to life, a purple mist escaping from it's depths.

Peras catches himself with his foot as he lurches forward, looking somewhat panic stricken.

Peras lurches once again, his body thrown forward. Something inside claws, tears upward toward his throat.

A barmaid screams again, falling to her knees and covering her face!

Peras cannot help but whimper as he attempts to curl into a fetal position, tears starting to form in his eyes.

With a final wretch, Peras expels a fine, purple mist from his mouth. It hangs in the air, motionless for a moment.

Peras slumps to the ground, silent, ungazing, unfeeling, away.

The mist oozes forth, leaving Peras with a feeling of profound emptiness. It extends further, snaking around the barmaid and forcing itself in to her nose, mouth, ears..

Volgathras motions for the barmaid.. rather, Peras.. to rise.

Peras blinks a few times, gazing around dazedly, before attempting to push herself to her feet.

You stand up.

Volgathras looks at you.

Peras wobbles a bit as she stands, glancing down at her form.

[Volgathras] 'You shall want to.. adjust your appearences to make the transformation complete. A new set of clothes, perhaps.'

Peras says in a decidedly much more feminine voice, now, 'Er, yes, Master.'

Peras glances now to her old body, frowning. She hugs her arms around her stomach unconsciously and shudders.

A grin touches Volgathras' lips, permitting a stream of viscose black fluid to seep from his maw.

[Volgathras] 'You may experience the barmaid's soul... eh.. escaping, from time to time. You both share the same vessel now, after all.'

Peras manages a weak smile, face somewhat pale.

Volgathras looks at the discarded shell that was Peras' male form. 'I shall deal with this.'

You say 'Er, I should probably take my belongings, Master.'

Volgathras casts a hand toward her in compliance.

Peras lurches forward suddenly and cries out, 'Help me! Please!'

[Volgathras] 'As I suspected.'

Peras shudders violently shortly after this outburst, gazing around in confusion.

[Volgathras] 'You'll need to learn control, puppet, lest she come out at an inopportune time'

Peras moves to her former body, quickly stripping it and placing the armor over her new body as best she can.

[Volgathras] 'I shall return you to the realm of mortals now, puppet, do prepare for what lay ahead.'

Peras nods quietly, hugging herself once again.

You say 'Yes, Master.'

Volgathras raises his thumb and forefinger once more, pressing them together, and...

*Snap!*

The Central Commons

You stand amid the Central Commons of Rheydin, the main

gatheriner place in this city. A large fountain has been built here,

feeding the water needs of the Rheydin citizens. Here, an inter-

section divides Saint Orealt Avenue and Saint Andres Street, the

main roads in Rheydin.

Peras gazes around herself, sighing slightly.

*At that, the newly formed Peras departs so that she may come to terms with her new form and prepare for whatever other oddities lay now before her.*