A/N: by the nine i could not resist any longer... 10-some-k and this baby is just the 'start' of this 'quest' line... oh the horror i could do... XD why, why is there NEVER a quest like this in any game? XD
okay, as for the 'where in the nine h-lls did this come from?' several points, one being a lovely story called 'First Impressions' by KylaBosch, which is a lovely take inspired by a funny GB pic of Ali and Morri, and their story is where i got the names for 'them' while the rest is thanks to goggle-searching 'names' and having a jolly time trying to figure out acceptable 'close enoughs' and fem/men interchangables... Two, being a hilarious 'RPG Inspirational Poster' of the series of 'Things Mr. Welch can no longer do in an RPG' consisting of 'certain' cursed items and never, ever, again using them for 'fun' and creative uses... AKA: plot-loops and 'hilarity ensues'... just up my alley obviously~ ... not to mention my own 'trials and tribulations' in the lovely old school pen and paper style game of D and D... i swear to whatever gods above, those that do NOT know DnD or who Mr. Welch are officially revoked of their geek cards :3
also, special thanks to nh09jrb for their special contribution of being quarter-board-target for the insanity that is my creative process... they can tell you, THERE'S A LOT MORE TO THIS... XD and being generally awesome with their own stories :3
so, without further ado...
ENJOY!
Things Mr. Welch can 'No Longer' do… pt. 1
One day…
"Okay, somebody explain to me just what the hell happened last night," Cold crystalline eyes accompanying the oddly 'lower' toned voice peered across the table at what were 'normally' her companions. With the ensuing silence, brought on by the uncomfortable realization of just 'what' had become of them it was easy to understand why they were all… distracted. 'Tess'… the normally 'female' Warden scratched the faint white stubble on 'his' chin before coughing, still not used to the sound of 'his' voice, "Seriously, why the hell am I suddenly a man?" his ear twitched as he glanced at a mirror not far off catching sight of the absolutely scrumptious male elf with the dark red tattoos, scruffy white stubble, and those alluring crystal colored eyes, "A very sexy Elf-man…"
"Someone's not conceited or anything," a very bored sounding, now shirtless, pale skinned and well-toned 'man' snorted, running a hand through 'his' black hair.
"Hey!" 'Terry', now fully turned to the full length mirror in 'his' room eyed his form, turning it around and examining it approvingly, "I'm sexy and I know it!" those now-male and dangerously suave and hansom crystal colored eyes turned to those bored looking gold ones of the 'man' who spoke, "Not that I can't say much for you, Morgan!"
At the… 'Warlock's' glare the demented still-smaller-then-him white-haired elf-mage grinned wider.
A strawberry blonde 'woman' not standing far off from the… 'Warlock' snorted. At the unusually high toned sound she put her hand over her mouth, "By the Maker I sound like a girl!"
The gold-eyed Warlock just glared at the now-woman not-quite-Templar, "So far, right now you ARE a woman..." those eyes narrowed further, "idiot."
Another glaring contested ensued, only now completely reversed, with the formally 'Witch' of the wilds glowering down with her svelte form at the stocky woman in armor.
"Oh that's just too hilarious to even look at," 'Terry' tried so hard not to snicker.
The rest of the group was still in relative shock…
'Lenard' was staring down at his now topless form, since the primary concern of all the former females was about how they no longer fit their 'shirts' in the right way. A red brow was lightly twitching as his baby-blues just stared at the lacking cleavage, broader shoulders that stopped 'him' from wearing his previous 'battledress' and the now uncomfortable bulge in 'his' tight leather pants, "I'm a man…"
"It's not so bad," out of everyone the one that seemed to 'change' the least was Zevran… or well… Zevran. 'She' still looked relatively the same, same height, same light build, same colorings, the only difference apparently between a 'male' Zevran and a 'female' one was what equipment went where. Fondling her own breasts with a garish grin on her lips the golden elf just smirked, "I like these, handheld, so much nicer compared to Tess' former…"
"Ahem," 'Terry' glared icy daggers at Zevran, "What was that about my boobs…"
"Nothing Mio Beau," Not looking up, still fondling herself through her oddly still fitting leathers.
Terry still glared, also shirtless like the other two women-turned-men that gained considerable height, though 'Lenard' seemed to have gained the most making his former outfits neigh-impossible to wear, "I'll remember this when we turn back and you mention something about my breasts again…"
There was the sudden sound of a very distinct Slap! As the now-female elf and two shirtless males turned to the two they'd previously ignored. Morgan now sported a nice red mark on his face that he was absentmindedly rubbing with one finger and… 'Alissa' was breathing heavy, red faced, and hand extended as if just striking something… probably Morgan.
Gold eyes just narrowed on the now smaller not-Templar, "You hit like a girl…" was his only snide comment.
There was a distinctly higher pitched growl from the… smaller woman as she flexed her hands in front of her wishing Morgan had kept his old throw around neck piece so she could strangle him with it, "If you haven't noticed, I AM a girl now!"
The two elves and now-Viking put their hands over their mouths trying desperately not to snicker.
Morgan looked at Alissa flatly, "T'is no excuse…"
There was some infernal female-scream as the strawberry blonde threw up her hands, turned around and stomped to the other side of the room.
Terry, Lenard, and Zevran bit their lips, again trying to meld in with the background so as not to be noticed by the fuming female not-Templar and the now 'Warlock' of the Wilds.
Luckily there was a knock on the door, "Excuse me, Tess?" the voice sounded wizened and Terry could only assume it was Wynne.
Twitching an ear and completely forgetting about the effects of… whatever caused them to swap genders, he answered, "Come in!"
There was silence, almost as if the elder mage didn't know how to respond, "Zevran? Is that you?"
"Sod…" hand met face as Terry realized his 'lower' voice didn't sound right, even through a door apparently. He cleared his throat as if to attempt communication again…
"Uh, I mean, 'come in!'" only to be beat by Zevran's much higher than even his 'normal' voice. Icicles pointed at the golden little minx.
When the door opened it wasn't exactly the 'Wynne' they had been expecting, "Oh, I see I'm not the only one affected," those smirking older grey eyes were undeniably the elder mage they all knew… it was the suddenly long white beard covering his slightly broader stature that threw them all off.
Morgan and Alissa just stared.
Terry and Lenard had their jaws hanging open, the elf having a slight twitch in his eye and right ear.
But Zevran… poor poor Zevran fell to her knees, hands raised to the sky and started shouted, "Damn you Maker! Damn you and all your kin for giving me sexy, sexy handheld boobies but depriving the world of Wynne's 'Magestic Bosom'!"
"Hey!" Terry snapped out of 'shock' long enough to give his elf counterpart yet another glare…
"Yes," the now male elder mage leaned on his staff, "About this whole thing-"
"WARDEN!" a suddenly loud shout had them all jump as something 'red' zipped into the room through the still open door Wyn was standing by. All gathered blinked before looking down… at the oddly sparkly eyed female dwarf standing in front of the white-haired male elf, hands spread out wide showing 'her' bare chest, "I'VE GOT TITTIES!" the grin on… 'Olga' increased as she fisted said 'titties', "They're big and juggly!"
Lenard put a hand over his eyes, "Did... not… want… to see…"
Terry was too shocked to do anything but stare…
Morgan looked at his nails while Alissa, standing not far off, was looking at the ceiling thanking the Maker 'she' didn't have to share a room with… 'Olga'… and that 'she'd' thought to put a shirt on before seeking 'help'…
Wyn just blinked, stroking his old man beard.
And Zevran, poor sweet Zevran who just moments ago was cursing the Maker for taking away the greatest 'bosom' known to all sentient kind just happened to be at 'eye' level to Olga's fondling. Mesmerized, the now-female elf just kept staring before turning once again up to the ceiling, "Thank the Maker!" and immediately went to go grab 'Olga's' considerable cleavage…
… Only to have her hand slapped by the smaller woman, "Hands off woman! I'm playing with them first!"
It almost sounded like the formally-male-elf whined with her hands flexing only inches away from the new 'magical bosom'.
"Warden," the eerily high pitched voice attracted the attention of all gathered, except the two on the floor still rapt in the new 'holy bosom'. Another moment of jaw-dropping silence ensued as a slender, tall; grey skinned woman with sexy white-dreads entered the now-male-elf's room.
"I think I'm in love," slipped from Terry's mouth as the woman, surprisingly still the tallest in the group looked at them with those hardened violet eyes. Lenard, standing next to the male-elf and a considerable two heads taller only nodded dumbly in agreement.
'Stana' gave that familiar growl, now of a higher pitch, as 'she' narrowed those violet eyes on the two still-shorter men.
Wyn giggled to himself, amused by the 'young men's' reactions to the exotic now-woman.
"Put those away," Morgan grunted bored pointed at the two males with his staff.
Both men blushed and put their hands in front of their pants.
"Uncomfortable," Terry muttered trying to adjust his pants, "So wait, you 'guys' have to deal with this kind of 'random' occurrence all the time?"
Stana glared, Alissa had her hand over her eyes, and Zevran was still too enraptured by Olga's bosom, along with said female dwarf, to answer the now-male-elf's question.
"At least you aren't wearing leather," Lenard looked exceedingly uncomfortable, "Tight, tight leather…"
"I heard 'tight' and 'leather' in the same sentence," golden hair popped up from ogling dwarven cleavage as her light eyes scanned the room, finding Lenard, Viking-esque Lenard with his hands over his crotch in tight, tight leather pants, "Mmm," she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, "I like the sight of that…"
Lenard's cherry complexion almost matched his hair as he looked down at the devious little golden elf-woman not far from his feet. Out of reflex he moved closer to the smaller yet-still-bigger-then-Zevran male elf that was their leader with something that sounded like a squeak.
"Ahem," Clearing his throat, crossing his arms and ignoring the sexy-tall-man leaning closer to him, "Well, since we're all 'mostly' here," his crystal colored eyes scanned the room looking at his cohorts, "Back to what I was asking earlier about-"
A very distinct howl was heard as the door was yet again thrown open as a blur of brown high-tailed it towards their now-male leader, running around him and settling down whining behind his feet.
The gathered party had just long enough to register it was a 'slightly' smaller Mabari whining at the now-man's feet before the hall started shaking and they heard a distinct, "Get back here you cur!" as Shale made her grand entrance, glowing eyes immediately finding the dog as the construct pointed at the dog, "I don't care what you think you're doing but-"
"Shale," the now-male white haired elf growled at the living stone.
"Hmm?" the living stone stopped in its path and looked up at the topless male elf, "Hmm? What's It want? I was about to get at that cur for spoiling itself on the carpet down-"
"Wait," Lenard stepped forward, looking at the stone curiously with a red raised brow, "You don't notice anything… 'different' about us?"
Glowing eyes shifted in a curious way as the golem turned to the taller red-haired man, "Well it suddenly seems taller I suppose?"
"'Taller'!" red brow twitched as the Viking-esque man advanced on the stone looking at it eye-to-eye for the first time, "That's it!"
Shale blinked, tilting its head slightly, "Was there something else?" she turned to the now-male elf-Warden, looking him up and down and only tilting her head further, "hmm?" the golem looked around at the gathered people, noticing something definitely 'different' as she looked from the 'taller' Bard, to their 'taller' leader, and then oddly 'down' at the dwarf, "Is something going on?" the construct quirked glowing eyes and pointed at 'Olga', "Why are all of you running around topless? Thought It and the rest of the women would find some offense to this…"
Lenard's hand met face as he growled slightly.
Terry openly started laughing.
Olga looked down at her 'new' chest, "I like lookin' at 'em rock," the little red head put her stubby arms on her hips and thrust out her 'vaulted' chest pulling an oddly female pose, "Ya got somethin' to say about my new titties?"
Next to the little woman Zevran, still on her knees if slightly closer to Lenard despite the Viking-esque man's annoyance, leaned over with proverbial stars in her eyes with hands clinched in front of her own covered chest, "They are rather magnificent…"
"Uh-uh," the little woman put up a still rather… furry hand, "Back off Elf, just 'cause I turned wymin don't mean I'll be seekin' out yer bed or accepting any a them proposals of yours…"
Zevran blinked a moment, taking her eyes away from the openly revealed chest of magnificence… even if it was attached to a female version of 'Oghren', "Hmm? Proposal you say?" she looked up tapping her chin in thought, "Well I suppose, since I am now womanly as well…" 'She' looked down at the open mouthed and beardless face of the 'little woman', "And you do appear to smell less…"
"Eh?" suddenly Olga raised an arm, noticing less arm hair and sniffed, "Huh, s'ppose ya might be on ta something Elf," the dwarven woman crossed her arms, "Hmm, so yer a woman too ya say?" the red head tilted, "Don't see much difference…"
There was a snort above them, causing the two on the ground to look up at the white-haired stubbly chinned male elf with arms crossed over his tattooed chest and the obvious scowl on his face, "Wouldn't be the first…"
A blonde brow rose as the female elf leaned over onto the male elf's leg, causing Lenard to move away so as not to get involved, "Aww… is my dear… Mio Beau mad?"
Without looking down Terry's cold crystal eyes narrowed forward, "Get off my leg…" only to kick out slightly forcing the golden female to get off.
"Aww," she whined, she WHINNED and some of the now-men aside from their leader cringed as it registered as cute… then she sniffled.
"Ugh, make it stop," Morgan looked close to throwing up as he had a hand over his stomach.
Alissa, next to the warlock, had her hands up and clinching them, "Why is it so… cute?" the now-taller warlock next to her just stared with an even more sickened look. Sensing the 'evil' that was the black haired apostate, no matter the gender, the strawberry blonde turned her adorable baby-face with those light brown eyes at him, "Witch! What's wrong with me!" Morgan was too disgusted by the look… and the 'feelings' it was igniting to have a witty retort out quick enough. Facing forward again Alissa looked just as stricken as the warlock next to her, "Why do I sound like such… such… such a girl!"
Regaining some composure the warlock growled, ignoring the heat on his face and in his stomach, "Ugh, you're stupidity knows no bounds," the woman glared at him vehemently, now THAT was a look he could deal with! "T'was already discussed," golden eyes glared just as much, "You. ARE. A woman…"
"So, uh, Elf," the little dwarven woman nudged the cheekily grinning golden elf, "'Bout that… uh, proposal," despite being now a 'female' dwarf, that lecherous grin was still completely Olghren, "Two wymin, eh?" those red eyebrows went up and down trying to be suggestive, it was surprising how much better that look worked on a female dwarf over her normal male self.
The female elf blinked, sitting with her hands in her lap as she just stared at the smaller woman, "Beg pardon?" then there was that look on Olga's face, cheeky grin and moving eyebrows, again, it was surprising how much more effective it was on a female then her male version, probably because it was such a 'new' thing, yea, that's what Zevran would tell herself later, "Yes… two woman. Us. My place." That good old Zevran leer kicked back on, making the dwarven woman blush surprisingly, something must have been throwing them off if the two most lecherous of the group were blushing like schoolgirls at a few passed words between each other, Zevran figured as she narrowed her eyes and leaned in on the little woman, "I get to have my way with those magnificent assets of yours while you get to see mine…" Okay, so maybe Zevran wasn't 'that' affected, she could still pull this off after all.
Olga was left a stuttering drooling mess and conscious thought was debatable for the next hour…
"Fu-" Lenard, who'd been leaning behind their leader suspiciously closer and closer to the two females on the floor, suddenly got a very pained look across his face and hands jumped to the front of his pants, "Sweet Andraste-"
"Stolen Kickers!" The red-haired bard looked down to see Zevran with sparkles in her eyes as she was sitting up straight, leaning closer to him with her arms clutched in front of her chest and for some reason Lenard's baby-blues could not pull away from the 'bulge' Zevran's unconscious (or entirely purposeful) squeezing did to make his 'hand-helds' seem just that much bigger in that tight, tight leather…
All of that, combined with the image of a woman's 'stolen knickers' had Lenard back in an amusing cherry complexion, again, as one hand went to cover the lower half of his face as he turned decidedly away from the devious little minx that was Zevran. It seemed no matter the gender, Zevran could work 'her' magic on anyone without even trying…
At the reaction of the near-giant the little golden elf just sat back and started laughing in victory, yes, she was still 'Zevran' and could still completely work her charms on anyone. Filling with a new bout of confidence for striking two down (three if she counted Alissa's 'cute' comment) the devious little elven minx set her sights on the delicious piece of male elf standing in between them all...
"Don't even think about it," Terry said without even looking down.
Zevran pouted, decidedly cutely, with a slight glare at their leader… out of the corner of her eye she noticed Morgan raising a black brow and decided that was another 'win'. Feeling slightly satisfied, and still glaring at the taller male elf, "I will get you my pretty, if it's the last thing I do…"
"Uh-huh," the stern looking male elf just crossed his arms, continuing his ardent stare forward, "Just keep at that…" his crystal, and decidedly far more dangerous looking eyes narrowed on the exotic tall beauty sticking next to the old man, "I've got other prey to attend too…"
At the flash of anger, and possibly jealousy, that passed over the elf-woman's eyes Morgan slapped a hand over his eyes, "Make it stop…"
"Morgan's got a crush~ Morgan's got a crush~" Alissa snickered while singing at the decidedly 'not-in-the-mood' warlock. He lowered his hand long enough to glare with gold eyes at the smaller woman and growl. The shorter woman just gave that cheeky I'm-a-bastard-and-I-know-it grin, only now it wasn't half as annoying and the black haired mage had to murder that eerie heat on his face, rage, yes, it was rage… that was it…
"Shove it, stocky," at the sudden flash of anger that passed her cute eyes he sneered deeming that a victory.
The smaller woman growled and glared back, "I may be shorter then you now," she was pointing at his bare chest, "but I am NOT stocky!"
Sneer turned into a snort, "T'is what you think…" there was that mischief in his eyes, only something about it seemed decidedly off to Alissa now that she was a man, "Stocky…"
There was a frustrated feminine yell from the… shorter woman, she was 'this' close to slapping him again, damn smug Warlock of the Wilds and that damn smug look all over his smug face and…
"Am I missing something," All eyes turned to Shale, the living stone looking at the two in the corner, "Since when was the swamp-witch taller than the paltry-knight," it was pointing, "and since when do they flirt like the painted elf?"
It almost sounded like something fell over in that corner… followed by quick reprisals and threats to turn certain stones into some kind of domestic avian to be served for dinner…
Shale completely ignored the two, and the threats of being turned into a chicken… as much as she loathed to even consider the thought, before turning to Wyn and Stana, "And the elder mage… why does it have some dead animal attached to its face?" oddly Wyn just blinked before laughing outright, "And the Qunari…" the golem narrowed its eyes looking 'her' up and down, "it seems… thinner… I think…" The female Qunari just looked uncomfortable, trying to reign in as much of her former stalwart nature into this… form…
"That's what we all want to know," at the stern, lower voice, the living stone turned back to their leader, eyeing It queerly. Usually It was smaller, wearing Its favored armor and large weaponry contradicting its 'mage' nature, yet here it was, in pants and that seemed to be it with an uncovered chest showing off Its normally hidden tattoos and there was… hair on Its chin…
Unconsciously Shale ran a finger under her chin with narrowed glowing eyes on their leader, "Yes, there IS something… off about the lot of you…" the construct's head tilted looking down at the dog cowering and nearly forgotten behind its oddly 'bigger' master, "Suppose this strange occurrence is affecting the little beast… that's why it behaved so… strangely…"
Blinking, the first remnants of 'concern' seemed to enter Terry's eyes as he looked down at his beloved Mabari, "Bal?" he raised a white brow when the dog looked up at him whining with that not-so-fierce and less blocky head. Turning around and crouching the animal lowered 'his' head and ears and whining more as he leaned over and looked between 'his' legs. Straightening up, Terry put a hand on… 'Bel's head, giving the poor dog his sympathies. 'She' had been very proud of… 'those'… "Sorry… girl," the dog whined again and Terry gave her an apologetic look.
"Aww," it seemed Olga had regained consciousness from thoughts of hot woman-on-woman action, "Big nug was so proud of his stones…"
"Hmm," Zevran, still sitting on the floor looked equally concerned, "Yes, I was very attached to mine too…" she looked down at her now breezier pants, "Suddenly being female doesn't seem as much fun…"
Bel howled as Zevran, Olga, and oddly Stana looked down in lamentation on what they'd… lost suddenly becoming women…
"Uwah! Elf, hold me!" the topless dwarf threw herself at the mildly distraught looking female elf, accepting the stout woman without a word and surprisingly not trying to fondle her magnificent bosom.
Lenard stared, words not finding his voice as he just looked at the two incredulously.
"NOW," all eyes turned to Morgan who looked about ready to shoot someone with a cone-of-cold, "Now they realize the gravity of the situation!" he was growling like a rabid animal and just not caring as several party members took a step back, "Having JUST realized they've 'lost' their male assets in trade for their luridly accepted chest!" a black brow was twitching in barely contained rage. He hadn't complained when the realization struck that 'she' was now a 'he' and no longer had her well-developed assets for garnering power and seducing men! The Warlock couldn't damn well use any of the tricks his mother had taught him nowlike this! He gripped his staff tightly, almost splintering the wood not realizing his inherent strength now as a male, and pointed the damn thing at them seething, "T'is NOW time to take this situation seriously and stop all these lascivious games?"
The room was quiet as the party just stared at Morgan. They'd never heard Morrigan snap and yell at anyone that wasn't Alistair. They'd never heard Morrigan yell with such vehemence, venom, and overly intentioned brutality, even if it was Alistair. They'd never actually seen Morrigan this openly emotional, angry yes, but still 'emotional', aside from Tess and that was in relation to her whole 'mother' thing. And usually when Morrigan snapped at people it was with quick, mostly harmless, vengeance of an oddly magical and humorous to the rest of them sort…
This… THIS was something completely different and not one of them knew how to handle it…
Olga and Zevran were huddled on the floor, holding each other tightly in legitimate fear of the Warlock as they kept wide eyes on him and his dangerous, dangerous staff pointed their way…
Lenard, standing behind Terry, was shocked like the rest of them but his red brows were lowered in a partial glare as he clinched in his hand a knife he'd taken from the table as an oddly 'protective' urge was welling up his spine…
Bel whined behind her master, feeling without and not sure what to do about the now-male version of his favored 'bitch'… Of course now that 'He' was the 'bitch' in the relationship she felt even smaller under the black male's ferocity.
Wyn watched the apostate with aged eyes, one hand on his staff while the other stroked his beard. He'd been mostly silent and watching the others, all the young children weren't 'just' acting strange because of the situation; they were actually being affected by it… almost as if… his wizened eyes narrowed on the almost snarling Warlock, the dark mage's actions almost confirming his suspicions.
Stana was confused. 'His' first response was to grab 'his' sword and take the beast down… but now 'he' was a woman… and women didn't fight… so even though one hand was reaching back for her weapon the confliction made her pause, jittery as something welled up in the back of her mind she registered as 'fear' also helped keep her hand from touching the handle of her sword… fear of the wild mage gone even more feral and becoming far more dangerous now that it was 'male', fear of not being able to handle a weapon with this 'different' body… fear of not being able to fight because 'he' was now a woman…
Shale stared at the mage, the swamp-witch didn't normally snap so easily and over such a trifle thing, but… 'he', the stone finally settled on the 'differences' of its cohorts, certainly wasn't the same as the 'Swamp-Witch' she knew.
Terry just stared, hard and cold with his arms crossed, almost daring Morgan to pull something. Out of everyone here he had been the calmest about this 'awkward' situation, sure falling in with the others and their antics a few moments, but being 'male' didn't completely change who 'she' was, it just made things 'different'. 'She' felt as if her mind wasn't fully registering the 'differences', wasn't fully registering the 'implications' or the full effects whatever-this-was was having on them… but the moment 'Morgan' was snapping and threatening the others, and not in some snide-better-then-you manner that Morrigan did, but actual rage… Those cold crystal eyes narrowed on the man in front of him with the staff poised to strike someone one down in a magical fury, his own magic bristling under his tattooed and tanned skin as without even thinking his will 'o wisp poofed into existence along with his mage's aura and miasma…
The warlock growled at the mage in front of him, his magicks activating only seen as a challenge… the grip on his staff tightened as his mind flashed through the possible spells he could use to stop their juggernaut of a leader, even if he was unarmed and without armor the male-elf was formidable because of his stronger magic and-
A calloused hand touched the Warlock's bare shoulder-
The wilds mage's first reaction was to stiffen at the warm touch, then he turned in an instant, taking a step back with molten gold eyes on the woman and growling with his staff a mere inch from her face.
With the warlock's quick turn out of her reach Alissa held up her hands in a defensive position, her light brown eyes hard and locked on the man's almost glowing gold ones, something in them hidden behind all the aggression and feral animosity, something that to the female not-Templar almost looked like 'fear'… her eyes narrowed just the slightest, never turning her gaze or blinking even as the magically charged staff was next to her face, she'd dealt with the 'Witch's' threats before, knew the feel of 'her' magic, that calm, cool, calculating and just threatening enough to make him squirm feel of it… but this, this was different. Just like the emotion in his eyes was different, the stature of an aggressive animal backed in a corner was different, the downright feral and chaotic feel of HIS magic… she really had no idea what he would do but by the Maker somehow hoped she wasn't pushing her luck too damn far with this… 'Warlock'…
Using a bravado not used to despite her now shorter stature the strawberry blonde lowered her hands, looking into the feral mage's eyes even more intensely and taking a step forward, the staff lowering just enough to allow the motion only for it to now physically touch right above her heart, "Do it Warlock," those gold eyes narrowed just the slightest at the new name, "hit me with all you've got…"
Morgan clinched his teeth, mind going oddly blank as he couldn't pull his eyes away from the threatening little woman in front of her… so much not like the idiot he was used to…
Everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen. Terry tense and wound like a spring waiting to jump in, Wyn closely observing the interaction while just as prepared to heal whichever one hurt themselves… the rest just waiting…
In an instant Alissa backhanded the staff away from her chest and leapt forward, grabbing the still Warlock's shoulders and taking him to the ground as she glared with vehement anger with strawberry blonde brows furrowed intensely. The next moment had the two on the ground, Morgan oddly placid as he was just staring at the woman on top of him while she kept glaring, not caring or noticing her position of straddling the dark man, "By the Maker what hell is wrong with you!" her fingers dug deeper into the man's shoulders as she shook him as much as her smaller frame would allow, "What the hell makes you think you're the only one angry about this situation!" shake, still no response from the Warlock, "The only one completely insecure about their hard trained abilities now that we're like… THIS!" her teeth clinched at her own frustration and even more infuriated at the look the man below her was giving, that stoic long stare what wouldn't stop... without even thinking she cocked one arm back and brought it down as hard as her new smaller muscles would allow…
In the instant that her fist was coming down Terry jumped forward, along with Stana ignoring all the contradiction in her head, Bel stared unsure, Lenard clinched his fist white around the knife, Olga and Zevran stared holding each other tighter, Shale stared blankly, and Wyn narrowed his eyes…
The sound of flesh splintering wood stopped everyone in their tracks…
There was the sound of deep heaving above him and something fell on his face and when the scent of blood reached his nose the Warlock's eyes snapped open…
Alissa was breathing deeply through clinched teeth bared at the stupid man in front of her, ignoring the pain in her fist and prickling in her eyes. He was a coward, for all his talk he'd flinched thinking she'd actually hit him… -I'm supposed to… aren't I?- She brushed the thought aside as his eyes snapped open and stared at her. The intensity in the black haired man's gold eyes was… disturbing… Alissa couldn't look at them straight, there was something absent in them from the 'Witch's' eyes, something 'he' couldn't place, something important…
The indignant woman pulled her bloody fist out of the floor next to the dark man's head, the sight of crimson mixed with the coppery smell jerked Morgan's eyes to the appendage.
Alissa growled as his gold eye stayed on her hand as she brought it to her chest and made to move off him. "Idiot…" slipped out of her lips before she could move and for a second a weird sense of Déjà vu hit them both, only it was reversed…
Morgan growled in his throat, narrowing his black brows on the woman's eyes that weren't looking at him, something about that bothering him. His eyes trailed down to her hand and as he felt her weight shift to move off him he did the first thing that came to mind, he grabbed her bloody hand, eliciting a delightful grunt of pain from the woman, while sitting up and staring at it…
"Hey-" the strawberry blonde growled as she fell back on her own legs from his shift.
"Shut up," he bit out in a growl looking over her hand, after a moment of intense examination he summoned the magic he hated so much causing his hand to glow and placed it over the bloody knuckles, keeping his eyes purposely on the flesh mending itself and not on the woman scowling at him so cutely.
Everyone else released a breath they didn't know they were holding…
Terry put a hand through his short white hair, "I swear… this job gets worse every damn day…"
Lenard struck the knife in his hand hard into the table leaving it sticking up straight as he dropped his large frame into the waiting chair, "That was a bit too intense, no?"
Zevran sighed deeply, patting Olga on the back as the woman was crying for some damn reason, "Just a small bit I think…"
"Tess…" the male elf turned to the speaker, seeing 'Wyn', giving the now-male circle mage a hard glare to which he rose a wizened brow, "'Terry' then," there was a smirk under the old man beard that just caused 'Terry' to glower at, "I think we have much to discuss," the elder mage tilted his head towards the silently glaring at each other pair on the floor as the Warlock healed the not-Templar's hand, "Not just the obvious physical state of our… change," a white brow rose on their leader, "But also the obvious… 'other' problems it may have on us…"
The now-male Warden's eyes narrowed skeptically, turning from the elder mage towards the two growling at each other, before turning around and looking at the worn out way the others were feeling and glancing back at the other mage finally releasing his spells, "I think we do…" and he stepped towards the table Lenard now occupied, walking around it and taking the chair furthest in the back, sitting down roughly with his elbows on the hard wood and tenting his fingers seriously in front of him. Several thoughts were running through his head, many of them on what the hell just happened and more importantly 'why'.
"Hmp," Shale shook her head, turning from the fleshy whiney creatures that had to always make such a scene. Shooing the dog away from her as it got up out of the construct's stomping legs and took up a spot on the wall next to their leader, "At least someone still has some sense despite this madness…"
Blue eyes glared across at the stone under red brows, "Hmp, you didn't even notice the difference…" he narrowed his eyes and absently moved a hand towards the knife now impaled in the table-top, "Only that some of us were 'taller'…"
The Viking glared while the stone looked bored…
"Quiet," Terry's gruff voice called out to the two, not looking at either as his cold eyes were on the approaching mage and Qunari, "Both of you…"
The red head glared at their leader, crossing his arms over his broad chest with a scowl.
"Yes, you're highness," Shale made a gravelly sound similar to a snort.
Wyn sat down across from their leader while Stana stood to the side looking down at the two sitting on the floor closest, the elf and dwarf. The female Qunari gave a disapproving growl but didn't say anything.
At the sound Zevran looked up, still patting the back of the female dwarf curled up in her lap, now asleep, "Yes my scrumptiously female friend?" the golden elf gave that familiar saucy grin, even if it was slightly more dangerous in female form.
Stana's violet eyes just narrowed, "You haven't changed much, Elf…"
She grinned, "Neither have you my friend," at the uncomfortable way the Qunari looked that smile just widened, "Neither have you…"
Stana turned away, deciding to join the discussion at the table with their leader, elder mage, now larger rogue and Shale.
"I take it you noticed something, Wyn?" the white haired elf said sternly, his cold eyes direct and far more serious than Tess' ever were.
If the older mage was disturbed by the look he didn't show it, only nodding curtly while running a hand through his beard, "Yes, that display," he tilted his head towards the 'other' two on the floor at the other end of the room, "Only helped prove my concerns…"
"And they are?" crystal eyes narrowed.
Grey eyes stared flatly at the younger mage, "That," he pointed at the male-elf, "For instance," at the piqued white brow and curious looks from the others he continued, "Tess was 'strange' but never impatient," a smirk rose under his beard, "Terry seems to not have time for most things apparently…"
There was a small growl from across the table.
"And you," the older mage turned towards the red head.
"Lenard," he said a bit more politely if still rather clipped.
"Lenard?" the old mage nodded, stroking his beard, "Right, Lenard here is much more reserved, embarrasses easily in fact," those smirking eyes landed on the blushing red head, "See," there was a chuckle in his voice, "Leliana never got flustered so easily, or at least hid it much better…" the Viking looked down at the table. Wyn's eyes landed on the knife half buried in the table, "He also seems more aggressive, if not ready to protect, but nowhere near as cautious as your 'other' self…"
Their leader's eyes watched the mage across from him, then turned to Stana still standing next to him, noticing as the older mage was following his gaze.
"Our dear… Stana," violet eyes zeroed in on the older mage, "You're… hesitant…"
"Conflicted," Terry corrected, noticing that look in the taller woman's eyes, "'Women do not fight' right?"
There was that familiar if slightly higher pitched growl from the Qunari, "Yes…" her eyes narrowed as she looked at nothing, it was the closest to 'pained' Terry assumed she was going to allow be shown, "I have been a warrior my whole life, it is what I am," she looked down glaring at her now developed feminine chest, "This… is not what I am…" she looked at their leader, as close to pleading as he'd ever seen 'her', "Warden?"
His jaw clinched as white brows furrowed. There was just something so... wrong with the look in the Qunari's eyes, he guessed this must have been how 'she' looked when 'he'd' told 'her' she wasn't a woman. –Now this…- the male elf sighed, "Alright, so we aren't 'quite' ourselves," he looked directly at Wyn, trying to push down the impatient urge to throttle the old man if he didn't explain quicker, "How did this happen, and more importantly," she looked around the table, noticing between Lenard and Wyn how Alissa was looking their way as Morgan continued working on her hand half paying attention to them as well. He was also sure Zevran and Olga were listening in their little corner on the floor. When his crystal eyes landed back on the older mage he was steeled and the old mage raised a brow surprised to see that 'Tess' wasn't completely gone, "How do we fix this?"
The group was silent, each trying to figure out answers to the questions their now-male leader posed…
How did this happen? How do they fix it? Even a few of them bordered on the unspoken question flitting through all their minds… did they want to?
Stana looked down uncomfortably at nothing in particular…
Lenard glanced sideways at Zevran on the floor patting Olga on the back as the female elf looked at nothing, for a moment her pointed ear twitched and she glanced to the side, noticing the near-giant red-haired human-man just looking her way…
Wyn closed his eyes deep in thought…
Terry furrowed white eyebrows, looking at the table top over tented fingers, only to glance up at the other two on the other side of the room… his cold eyes were placid as he and Alissa shared a look, as Wardens this new 'form' could be advantageous to them, they could slip away, unnoticed, since they weren't the 'right' gender, 'she' could avoid being made 'King', 'He' could avoid his life all together and just disappear…
The white haired elf looked away clinching his teeth and fingers…
Alissa looked down as well in thought, the 'unspoken' thought flitting through her mind. Out of some strange reason even she didn't know she glanced at the dark mage inspecting her hand. 'He' seemed to be the only one not bothering with deep contemplation, the only one that didn't seem concerned one way or the other about their new predicament at the moment… her eyebrows furrowed, she wanted to be angry with him, she was supposed to be angry at him for all he did earlier…
"Tch," light brown eyes looked vehemently away from the black haired warlock, knowing that her anger and assumptions were completely wrong… the way he'd acted, the look in his eyes, both when she told him to fire and after she almost punched him… -Idiot…- strawberry blonde eyebrows lowered, "I don't get you at all…"
"That would make two of us," he said lowly, gold eyes placid as he looked solely at the woman's calloused hands. Alissa turned back to look 'down' on him, scowling like she knew she was supposed to be, only to be oddly curious about what he was doing. Morgan was looking at her hand, knuckle up, holding it between both hands as it no longer required healing. His larger, less rough hands held the now smaller thing delicately, thumbs rubbing over the new skin on her knuckles almost… tenderly… as the rest of his fingers moved along the calloused underside, spreading the individual digits almost… curious…
"You have very manly hands…" the Warlock spoke, completely derailing whatever 'intrigue' had been going on.
Alissa just glared flatly at the man, swiftly removing her hand from his, ignoring what sounded like a disapproving grunt when she did so, "Thank you for that brilliant observation," the not-Templar quickly tucked away her hands under her arms while crossing them over her covered chest.
The Warlock's golden eyes followed the objects of his inquiry and released a very displeased sound when they became hidden, "T'was meant as a compliment…" The woman next to him could have sworn he snorted like the Mabari when he was unhappy…
There was a snort from strawberry blonde as she grumbled something to herself, rolling her eyes and looking anywhere that wasn't the black 'dog' next to her. She rolled her eyes when she could just feel those gold orbs just glaring at her, "didn't we discuss this, I'm a 'woman' now," so adorable with air-quotes, "Women don't have 'manly' hands…"
"Some women do," he grunted, still looking intently at her, it wasn't 'angry' and it certainly wasn't 'comfortable', like anything from 'Him' could be considered comforting… it was just… unsettling… "T'was meant as a compliment…" the warlock repeated, looking away with another grumble, saying low as if she weren't supposed to hear, "Thought you'd want to hear that…"
Lowering her 'air-quotes' the strawberry blonde looked at the… 'sulking' warlock out of the corner of her eye with a raised brow, only one thought running through her head. –Is he serious?- and the female not-quite-Templar didn't know which way she wanted to interpret that…
"Ugh," a tan and tattooed fist slammed on the table garnering mostly everyone's attention, "I can't think of anything 'strange' that happened yesterday!" he really should have used air-quotes, would have made their stressed leader seem less angsty and more 'stupidly adorable' like 'She' normally was. With another masculine growl of frustration he slammed his forehead flat on the table, apparently giving up on 'thinking'… a rather 'Tess' thing to do.
Certain party members snorted at their bi-polar leader…
"Hmm," Lenard leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his bare chest while looking at the ceiling with an obvious pout on his lips, "He's right, it was a 'normal' day," still no air-quotes, he raised a red brow, "walking along the road here, killed some dark spawn, ran into that weird peddler, got attacked by some nut-job with a mace, turned him in for a reward, then stopped by here to spend the night…" blue eyes blinked before the viking-esque man shrugged his large broad shoulders, "Pretty normal…"
Terry raised his head enough to sit on his stubbly chin and look flatly across him at the red Viking, "What'd we turn that guy in for again?"
Another shrug from the near-giant, "Some theft I think…"
Crystal eyes stared flatly as an ear twitched, "I meant 'pay' wise, what'd we get?" the pointy eared man tilted his head on the table, looking remarkably bored, "'Cause I'm drawing a blank on that whole affair…"
The red man snorted, "That's because Zevran and I turned him in, you were unconscious," at the raised white brow the large man sighed deeply with a growl, reminiscent of 'Sten', "he knocked your helmet off with his mace and clocked you right in the face…"
Ear twitch, "Oh yea…" blink, "That's probably why I'm mostly drawing a blank from yesterday…"
"Probably," Lenard said flatly, rubbing his scratchy chin, "Though he did sock me pretty good with the damn thing too while we were handing him over…"
"Oh I remember that," all eyes at the table turned to the gold elf on the floor with the passed out dwarf in her lap. She was a smiling innocently as she raised one arm and pointed at her ear, "man was a feisty thing, nicked my ear with that piece of his…"
"Hmm," eyes shifted to Wyn as he stroked his old man beard in thought, "He ran right past me while I was tending to you," grey eyes came down to look at the younger mage as the old man raised a hand scratched his left shoulder, "Scraped me with the thing as he was fleeing," at the raised brows looking at him the old man chuckled, "I remember because they ate through my robes nicking skin so I spent most of the night patching them up," he turned in his chair showing the neat sticking in the women's clothing.
"hmm," a white brow rose, "that's… weird," Terry narrowed his eyes, "We don't normally get random consistent injuries by one man with a mace?" the male elf's eyes traveled to Stana standing close to his right, "Stana…" there was an immediate growl causing the male elf to grin apologetically, "Did you get hit by this guy?"
There was that higher pitched dismissive growl as the exotic woman looked down at their leader, "He attacked us while we were setting up camp, and I had not had the chance to fully put on my armor…" absentmindedly she raised her right hand and rubbed along her left arm, presumably where the guy had hit 'him'…
"Hmm…" a white brow was cocked on the elf-mage's face as he looked up at the white haired woman before looking down in the direction the gold elf was, "Zevran!"
"Yeeess Mio Beau!" the woman cheerily responded from the floor.
There was a slight growl from the stubbly white haired elf as he glared in that general vicinity, "Did Oghren get hit by this guy too?"
There was a chuckle from the floor, "Don't you remember?" a white brow rose but since Zevran was on the floor and Terry was sitting with his head on the table he certainly didn't see it, that didn't stop her from continuing anyway with a laugh, "It was hilarious! Our stout friend got tripped by the mysterious man who dove for the ground, throwing his mace out every which way and getting our little friend behind the knee…"
There was a snort from across the table and all eyes turned to Lenard, "What?" the red-head blinked with a snort, "It was funny… since he's so short Zevran and I had joked about him being 'un-trip-able'," at the end of his comment the blue-eyed near-giant chuckled with more fervor ignoring the others looks.
"Hmm…" crystal colored eyes looked at the ceiling a moment as the male elf completely ignored the chuckling, "and if Bel fought him, 'he' has no armor so any scratches would be immediately on flesh," as if to answer his ponderings the female Mabari barked underneath the table before nudging and licking her master's hand which was responded with a scratch on the muzzle. Those ice colored eyes glanced to the stoic golem, looking up at the construct obviously, "Shale, did you get hit by this guy?"
"Like it would have done anything," the living stone snorted in that gravelly way as she put her hands on her hips almost offended, "But no, I didn't engage the crazy midget squishy," those crystal covered arms came up to cross over the construct's chest as a smirk made its way across the golem's glowing face, "I was having too much of a good laugh watching the man crack Its skull open before hurling the rock that finally knocked him out..." this statement was followed by a private chuckle only the golem participated in.
A tan pointed ear twitched, "so glad to amuse you," his eyes shifted around the table, well that coinsided with everyone so far, his eyes landed on the scowling pair at the other end of the room, "Alissa…" the strawberry blonde perked up while the black haired warlock next to her seemed to glare gold eyes in their direction, "You hear any of that?"
The female not-Templar almost wanted to snort and question the 'man's' intelligence… realizing how much that was like 'Morrigan' she kept her opinion's to herself…
That didn't stop Morgan, "We're only across the room," the man growled loud enough that everyone could hear it easily as his gold eyes pierced into their leader, "Think we're deaf along with this 'affliction'?"
Terry raised his head off the table and glared icy slits at the growling warlock, "I never said anything of the sort," the male elf nearly growled himself keeping his own threatening glare on the whelp, "though it's usually a common courtesy to not eavesdrop so flippantly…"
Morgan bared his teeth at the 'little' man, shifting on his knees and placing one hand on the ground as if to push off after him while the other was cocked back already gathering magic…
Terry immediately kicked back his chair which bounced off the back wall as he stood up, shoulders tense with his hands on the table, magicks flaring under his exposed skin as he kept his icy glare on the man…
"Oh grow up!" the tense atmosphere was completely destroyed as Alissa put her hand on the back of the black warlock's head and forced his forehead to meet floor. She growled at him herself, light brown eyes fierce with her eyebrows dangerously furrowed, "He wasn't even talking to you, no reason to get so bent out of shape for nothing…" it was eerie how calm and flat her voice was despite the rough growl in it…
A faint growl could be heard as Morgan had both hands on the ground beside his head and tried shifting to glare at the woman. He managed enough movement that one gold eye flashed hers, both staring a moment before she grew tired of him and looked back at their leader, still not removing her hand and perhaps adding a bit of Templar charm to it to stop him from pulling a cone-of-cold on her ass...
"Yes," the not-Templar said politely, hand still in place and completely ignoring it, "We," she didn't even turn as the rest of the group looked at the… incapacitated Warlock of the Wilds growled like a wild animal from his held position on the floor, "also had our run in with the little wild man," no one missed the disgruntled snort from the 'wilds man' almost as if he were offend their attacker was placed in the near same category as him. Alissa completely ignored him, "He got me on my arm while getting Morrigan on the face when she was all giant-spidery…"
Everyone just stared.
"What?" the strawberry blonde said calmly as if nothing was wrong with this situation.
Terry had his mouth open, one eye half open as he and the rest just stared, "I'm not the only one seeing this right?" vacantly one hand raised from the table to point at the not-Templar single-handedly subduing a 'Warlock' of the wilds.
"I thought it was part of the… instability this thing was causing," Zevran blinked, quite surprised and noth sure what to think either. Sure, 'he', like the rest of them, loved to joke and instigate 'problems' between those two just because it was funny… but never before had their arguments gotten physical… and NEVER had the 'witch' so obviously lost to the 'not-Templar', "Someone hold me…" her free hand reached out to grab the greave around Stana's leg.
Bel whined.
Lenard just stared, blinking several times to make sure that it was still there in front of him…
"Hmm," Wyn rubbed his old man beard, "Guess that proves my thoughts on the oddities of our altered behaviors…"
"Oh is this a new game?" the stunned crowd looked to Shale, an odd delight in her glowing eyes, "Subdue the mages, yes?" the golem was grinning to much as she turned to look at the table, contain the two other mages looking at the construct flatly. She pouted, "Spoilsports…"
Apparently enough comments had been made as Morgan finally, willingly, shrugged off Alissa's hand and sat up straight, givng the smaller woman a glare truly worthy of the 'Witch' of the Wilds, even if the witty come-back was replaced with stalwart growling…
Alissa lowered her hand, completely unfazed as she looked at him with half-open barely suspicious eyes; in fact they were more chiding of his previous behavior then legitimately angry at him.
There was a heavy sigh as their leader put a hand over his eyes, "Can we get over this already?"
"Gladly," Lenard spoke under his breath in a huff, scowling at the two across the room, namely the dark, dangerous, and temperamental warlock seated decidedly too close to adorable Alissa.
"So you think this man and his mace may have something to do with this?" the old mage looked at the younger circle mage, completely ignoring the other two, apparently being the only one to retain some semblance of 'normalcy' out of the group.
The white haired elf grabbed his thrown chair and sat himself in it, leaning his head on one hand, "Seems like the only 'odd' thing about yesterday," he gave a dismissive shrug before sighing, "and seems like as good a place to start as any…"
There was a derisive grunt above them, the table-goers glancing at the female Qunari, "The sooner we correct this, the better…"
"Aye!" all eyes shifted to the dwarf who'd decided to return to the land of the conscious, "sounds good to me, missing my lads already!"
There was a round of grumbling and heads tucked away in hands…
"Um…" various eyes turned to the female not-Templar, "Question," she raised her hand and said flatly, "Since this is all settled and all, there's something I thought I'd asked…" the strawberry blonde shifted uncomfortably causing various eyebrows to raise, "About going to the bathroom as a… woman…?" said woman tried very hard to keep a straight face as certain parties, that shall not be named, namely a certain Viking and male elf, started smirking and failing miserably to hide their snorts…
Stana looked uncomfortable… as much as a Qunari can look uncomfortable…
Wyn sighed, "Well, it is a valid question…" not bothering to hide his smirk in his beard…
Zevran was biting her lip, eyes so lit up with grievous joy at the prospect of… something…
"What're you talking about, pike-twirler?" Olga had hopped up out of the female-elf's lap and was standing, lower then the table, with her hands on her hips like this was all completely normal, "Ya just… ya know… and that…"
"Not the biggest expert on female anatomy I take it?" Wyn was definitely smirking something evil as his grey eyes traveled to the topless dwarf…
"Ana-what?" a red brow cocked at the older human, "Lookit old man, I got more experience with wymin then you got with them pansies that tower of yers…"
"You were married weren't you?" a white brow cocked on their leader questionably.
The little red-head cocked her head to the side, knuckles still on hips as if to be imposing, "Ya, so?"
"I suddenly weep for all the women you've bedded," Wyn said sardonically while Lenard and Terry giggled to themselves.
"Pfft… women," the dwarf snorted.
There was suddenly a squeak from the forgotten corner where the not-Templar who'd asked the question was as red as Lenard and Olga's hair while a smirking dark warlock was leaning over with hand cupping her ear and hiding his lips as he spoke something into the woman's ear. The light of mischief in those gold eyes was not lost on anyone, so it was no surprise when Alissa, red-faced and gapping, turned to look at his smug face with a raised black brow, then openly slapping him again before turning away looking utterly embarrassed and adamantly holding her hands over her chest…
Morgan sat back with a pleased smirk on his face as one hand absentmindedly rubbed the red mark the slap left…
There was an audible groan from their leader as Bel wagged her stubby tail next to her master.
"Aww," Zevren whined cutely, "I suppose that solves that matter…"
"Ugh, yea…" Olga looked on queerly before turning back to the table of now-men with a winning grin, "So I guess I'll be needing ta teach you 'boys' how to use yer equipment, eh?"
The three men at the table stared down at the little woman flatly for all of five seconds before busting out laughing with no remorse.
Stana met hand to face, wanting to be away from this conversation as quickly as possible…
"What?" the dwarf asked indignantly, glaring at the three with her sapphire eyes, "Sumtin' you all know I don't?"
Quieting their snorting just enough to speak the three gave each other conspiring looks, before Lenard, with a big grin, looked down at the woman and said plainly, "Um, we're women!" as if that answered everything.
"So?" the little red-head was still looking at them queerly, "Ain't wymin now, so what's yer point?"
A few more snorts, Wyn had to forcibly put his hand over his mouth to stop whatever was trying to leave the old man's lips.
Terry on the other hand had absolutely no qualms with saying what was on his mind, Zevran glanced up just in time to see that smirk reminiscent of the woman he knew so well, "Trust us 'Olga'," snort from Lenard as the white-haired elf's eyes grew sinisterly mischievous, "As former-women, we know all about handling a man's… equipment," that did it the three of them just gave up trying to hide and were howling with laughter.
Olga's face started turning red with anger, wasn't no way she was gonna be upstaged by a buncha surfacer brats…
"Dear friend," a suave female voice from the corner spoke and the dwarf turned to look at Zevran, "trust me when I say he definitely knows what he's doing," the giddy smirk on the golden woman's face left nothing to the imagination what she was thinking about.
"I heard that!" Terry stopped long enough to send the female elf a small glare.
"So glad you did, Mio Beau," Zevran grinned innocently.
On the other side of the room, Alissa, still red faced, glanced at Morgan warily, scooting just a bit more away from him.
The black haired warlock just scowled facing ahead, absently rubbing the tender spot on his face, not knowing how many more 'slaps' he could handle before deciding to really retaliate on the small, stocky woman that had perpetrated them… his gold eyes glared ahead, "The sooner we're done with this, the better…"
A/N: i would think a 'quest' involving gender-bending your character and party would be hilarious, i mean its easy for the 'Warden' since everyone just calls them 'Warden' so wouldn't have to worry about name-changing and it'd just have to relatively work off the build you make for them originally and some crazy algorithm... i think it would be a rather successful DLC :D
i know i'd buy it... XD
so yes, here you go 09, and sorry i cut... short? hmm... plot-hook established i guess... and by the god hilarity will ensue! -shakes fist-
as for the names...
like i said 'Morgan' and 'Alissa' were taken from KylaBosch's story, and i think they were actually taken from the original piccy, so that's none of mine :P
'Wyn' is a male name derived from the welsh gwyn, meaning "Blessed, white, fair", 'he' looks primarily like Gandolf and/or the captain-commander from BLEACH... with old-man-beard-rubbing derived from bad Chinese kung-fu movies :3
'Stana' is the female version of the slavic name 'Stan' which means 'Stand', closest female thing i could figure to 'Sten' :P and yea, she's sexy like that... can't wait to make her bake cookies XD
'Olga' is the russian version of 'Helga' which german and is the female version of 'Helge' which is derived from old norse meaning 'holy, blessed'... guess that goes for the 'bosom', cause i really just picked it because it was close to 'Oghren' XD
'Lenard' is the english version of the old germanic 'Leonard' meaning 'brave lion'... -snorts- i really just randomly picked it as something to counter-act 'Leliana' which is 'supposed' to sound french, since Orlisians are soooo french people, the fact that its a variant of 'old germanic' actually makes me giggle, since if you know your history you know that the land of gaul, ruled by germanic tribes before romans took over, is what became france :D don't you love irony and history... course this makes more 'sense', or adds more 'sense' to my making Lenny a big wiking-esque guy since the german barbarians were compared to vikings... i love irony!
'Bel' comes as a common shorthand for various female names, but more importantly 'Balthezar' what i name my dog, is derived from hebrew as one of the wisemen that visited jesus when he was born, and the more 'proper' spelling of it is 'Bel Shazzar' but no body spells it that way... so 'Bel' :3
there is no context where 'Zevran' comes from, like 'Leliana' it was derived to sound like the lands they come from, Antiva and Orlais which are 'like' Spain and France... but since i didn't bother changing it, since Zevran's just like that, no reason to explain... though there was an honorable mention, 'Zephyrine' a rare french woman's name that if i'm pronouncing it properly practically sounds the same as 'Zevran', who knows i might have someone call her 'Zephy' just for the hell of it XD
and finally 'Terry', 'Terry' is a shorthand for 'Theodore' which is the male version of 'Theresa' which APPARENTLY 'Tess' is one of the fifty-billion shorthands for... i didn't know that... and it was the only thing that sounded appropriate by comparison :3 and 'Theresa' comes from a LONG line of derivation all the way back to a greek word meaning either 'summer' or 'to harvest' .-.
all courtesy of behindthename(dot)com :3
i think if i have a daughter, i'm naming her 'Zephyrine' XD and just for this...
again, thanks to 09 for putting up with my maddness... and tempting you... now where's my cookies :3
as for the rest of you, comments, questions, opposing views or insteresting stories? XD (review :3)
Till next -salute-waves- Sayounara, mina!
-Ikasury
Edit: Question, to those that read this, should i take this away from 'smite' and delve into it and make a story all its own, or leave it here in my drabble pile?
