Hello humans it's Weegee1 again with another chapter of my Winnie the Pooh story. This month is obviously December, the month that snow flies, the old year dies and the new year is born. It's also the month that holds a fair number of holidays around the world so expect two chapters each with a large number of Grimoire entries. I know I have made a fair number of errors in my story so far (thank you automatic spell check), I will try to do better (if I can find out how to permanently remove the feature from a cellphone). Over 2700 views, 8 favorites, and 12 alerts I am truly humbled thank you to all my readers. Last chapter I introduced Stephen Wysemin an interdimensional being and two mystery characters, an old man in a cave, and a young man who was welding something. This chapter will expand upon some characters. Now let's take a page from the fanfiction bible page 3 paragraph 7 I don't own anything that appears in this story other than my OCs everything else is owned by their companies.
Christopher awoke as sunlight streamed through the window and shined onto his eyelids. Waking with his eyes closed and a smile on his face he reached down to run his fingers over Patricia's scalp like she enjoyed when he came across a massive fleshy sphere. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw he was fondling a massive green tit with a hard red nipple, looking up he saw a beautiful face with full lips, a small slightest porcine nose, floppy ears, two small tusks poking past her full lips, and a mohawk of the darkest hair Christopher had ever seen. The true attention grabber were a pair of vibrant hazel eyes "Patricia?" he asked tentatively. With a smile she grabbed the back of his head and pulled Christopher into a kiss heavy in tongue and even heavier in passion. The kiss revealed the fact that her tusks were blunt rather than sharp like he thought they would be, her tongue was also much longer, and her lips were remarkably soft and pillowy. When their kiss broke he looked down and noticed that she was well over six feet tall considering her hoofed legs went past the foot of the bed and she seemed to have a tail as well which was currently tickling his arm. The tail was roughly three feet long and tipped with a paintbrush shaped tipped with the same colored hair as her mohawk. When an arm dropped over Christopher's chest and came to rest on Patricia's massive chest he looked down and noticed the large clawed hand at the end of the arm. With a snore followed by a cough Winifred woke up and grabbed Christopher's shoulder and rolled him over before kissing him briefly which gave him an opportunity to see her new appearance. While her hips and waist didn't grow much her breast size jumped a bit, she grew a few inches though she was now shorter than Patricia by a head, the major change was a long curtain of golden hair descending from her head.
"What happened to you both?" Christopher inquired in confusion. Patricia smiled, hoped up causing her now enormous ass to jiggle from movement causing the young man's eyes to lock onto the light green globes. Reaching under the desk and feeling around for something Patricia gave Christopher an unintentional show with her tail flickering above her ass, giving brief looks at the tight cunt between her thick thighs. "Ahh Ha! Got it!" Patricia exclaimed as she pulled a familiar book. Skipping happily back to the bed causing her monumental breasts to jiggle she flipped the book open and pointed at Familiar, specifically the part about the Undressing. Flipping a few pages she pointed to the entry about Orks and Bear Maidens. Flipping the book to the back page Christopher saw words etch themselves into the books inner cover.
Harem of Sultan Christopher Nathaniel Robin IV
Primary Wife Miriam
Species: Unawakened Greater Genie
Eyes: Third eye Red human shaped, normally placed eyes Red slit like a snake's
Height: 8 feet 3 inches
Weight: 319 pounds
Cup: P
Waist: 46 inches
Hips: 94 inches
Miriam is the life force of the Hundred Acre Woods, the entity that grants all things in the Hundred Acre Woods life. She was called into this sphere of existence by the raw desire for friendship by Christopher. After sensing Christopher becoming an adult the denizens of the Woods become adult in appearance as well as becoming completely corporeal due to a boost in Christopher's will to live. With Christopher's increase in happiness Miriam is steadily getting stronger
Winifred: "Hmm Hmm Honey"
Species: Bear Maiden
Eyes: light blue
Height: 6 feet 6 inches
Weight: 215 pounds
Cup: H
Waist: 44 inches
Hips: 70 inches
Personality: Friendly, Cunning
After Winifred's transformation she gained a mane of golden hair, large hands, and became far less likely to load around though she still has an uncontrollable love of honey. She enjoys wearing her usual red shirt and blue pants (when she has to wear pants) with the addition of a blue scarf that she uses as a hair tie.
Patricia: The loyal watcher of the Hundred Acre Woods
Species: Ork
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 7 feet 3 inches
Weight: 240 pounds
Cup: H
Waist: 38 inches
Hips: 72 inches
Personality: Brave, Affectionate
Patricia has become brave and certain of herself able to speak her mind without stuttering. With her increased size, long tail ending in a paintbrush style hair bunching, green skin, and dark haired mohawk only those that new her before her transformation would know who this new forest dweller is. She enjoys wearing a white sun hat to protect her eyes from the light, white elbow length gloves, a yellow dress that ends at her knees, and a blue scarf when it's cold out.
Gabriel: Proud leader (and only member) of the burrowing society
Species: Familiar/ Gopher
Eyes: Black
Height: 4 feet 1 inch
Weight: 132 pounds
Cup: D
Waist: 35 inches
Hips: 39 inches
Personality: Standoffish, Angry, Secretive.
Gabriel is an easily angered individual who claims to love being isolated from others in her underground den. When Christopher would explore the woods she was far more outgoing and boisterous, only Miriam knows which persona is the true Gabriel.
Roxanne: Perfectionist, Gardener, Home keeper, etc. (OCD)
Species: Familiar/ Rabbit
Eyes: Green
Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Weight: 150 pounds
Cup: D
Waist: 32 inches
Hips: 55 inches
Personality: Work oriented, Critical, Quirky.
Roxanne is hyperactive in the extreme cleaning anything and everything in her vicinity getting easily flustered when things do not happen according to her plans.
Kendra: The motherly caretaker of the Hundred Acre Woods
Species: Familiar/ Kangaroo
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Weight: 154 pounds
Cup: J
Waist: 42 inches
Hips 79 inches
Personality: Caring, Curious Motherly
Kendra is the mother hen of the woods respected above all others except for Miriam. She enjoys making up play dates and other activities for the younger denizens of the woods. Her daughter Ruth and Tigger are the only ones with the seemingly supernatural power to avoid her near omnipotent capability to notice things.
Ruth: The baby of the Hundred Acre Woods
Species: Familiar/ Kangaroo
Eyes: Blue
Height: 4 feet 7 inches
Weight: 112 pounds
Cup: B
Waist: 35 inches
Hips: 57 inches
Personality: Happy, Energetic, Understanding
Ruth is the living heart of the woods able to bring even Roxanne and Gabriel out of their isolation to partake in the festivities. She is best friends with Patricia, Tigger and Kessie a group known for pulling pranks on depressed individuals to bring their "victims" out of their depression.
Tigger: the "bounciest Tiggerific" gal in the Hundred Acre Woods
Species: Familiar/ Tiger
Eyes: Yellow
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 130 pounds
Cup: C
Waist: 37 inches
Hips: 49 inches
Personality: Excessive Energy, Cheerful, Pranking Personality
Tigger is the unstoppable force of fun in the Hundred Acre Woods pranking anyone and everyone whenever, wherever, and however she can. Her friendship with Winifred and Patricia is odd while she's energetic Winifred is lazy and where she is certain of herself Patricia is nearly always uncertain.
Olivia: The dyslexic poet
Species: Familiar/ Owl
Eyes: Orange
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: 110 pounds
Cup: F
Waist: 33 inches
Hips: 60 inches
Personality: Deep thinking, Knowledge seeking, Happy to teach
Olivia is a seeker of knowledge and materials that can be used to teach others. She stores any books, tomes, or scrolls that she finds in the tree she dwells in. Her favorite student is Kessie due to the fact that she pays attention to the lessons that Olivia teaches.
Kessie: The little bird that has seen everything
Species: Familiar/ Blue Bird
Eyes: Brown
Height: 4 feet 8 inches
Weight: 69 pounds
Cup: A
Waist: 21 inches
Hips 41 inches
Personality: Excitable, Interested in Learning, and teaching
Kessie is the only individual younger than Ruth in the entirety of the Hundred Acre Woods despite that fact she is also the most learned individual in the woods other than Miriam. She greatly enjoys learning new things and teaching to others.
Eeyore: "oh well came in third again"
Species: Familiar/ Donkey
Eyes: Purple
Height: 5 feet 1 inch
Weight: 173 pounds
Cup: I
Waist: 35 inches
Hips 72 inches
Personality: Nervous, Happy
Since Christopher has returned to the woods she has progressively gotten over her depression though she still has self doubts from time to time. She enjoys walking through the forest picking flowers and tending to the trees when she's not tinkering with some random invention in her house.
Once Christopher finished reading a silver bookmark extended from the book. With curiosity in his heart he opened the book to the marked page revealing a new letter from his ancestor as well as a section of creature entries. With Patricia on one side and Winifred on the other he decided to snuggle in and read the newly formed words.
Hello my descendant in this portion of entries I am listing more fantastical beings that some of my colleagues have come across in their travels including theorized origin species. I can only hope this information can help or at least inform you about those who we share this world with. Sincerely Christopher N. Robin.
Centaur
Mammal
Equine
Height 7 feet tall at horse half's shoulder with a 5 foot tall human half
Weight 500-800 pounds
Cup D-G
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat near Ancient Greek and Roman lands
Aggressiveness Violent Stubborn
Population extremely rare
Omnivore
Lifespan 40-50 years
Harem place Enforcer
Centaurs are a proud and xenophobic people avoiding humans and most other non indigenous or at the very least tracking and observing anything non centaur until they are certain of their intentions. A centaurs horse half can be the same color as any natural horse would have with long equine tails, strong graceful hoof tipped legs, and a well muscled frame. A centaur's human half is tanned heavily, with graceful yet muscular arms, hazel or black eyes, long dark hair, pointed ears, and an angular face. Centaurs used to be nomadic travelling in herds with their husbands following the stars and living off the land. Originally they were standoffish but weren't truly xenophobic at that time, choosing husbands based on their stubbornness rather than their appearance. When the Crusades began centaurs were hunted to near extinction and forced from the flat lands and forests they called home which resulted in their xenophobic views of humans and non indigenous creatures.
Nowadays centaurs choose their partners based on how isolated the target is and whether their absence will be immediately noticed, preferring to abduct those that won't be missed. An abducted individual will be used to breed the abducting centaur as well as any of the herd that's currently in heat before being discarded. A person that manages to catch up and keep up with the tribe will be accepted as the herd's current stud until they die. A centaur causes extreme growth in the genital region of their partner as well as a boost in stamina so the human can breed the ten or more herd members as needed. Centaurs protect their stud as long as they remain useful. They are thought to be an origin species.
Unicorn
Mammal
Centaur Subtype
Height 5 feet 6 inches at horse half's shoulder 4foot 6 inch tall human half
Weight 350-500 pounds
Cup I-L
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat grasslands and forests of Europe and Asia
Aggressiveness Secretive, Shy
Population Extremely Rare
Herbivore
Lifespan 40-50 years
Harem Place Den Mother
A Unicorn is an odd Subtype of centaur that looses the territorial and violent tendencies of their origin species resulting in a calm secretive personality. A Unicorn is one with the nature around it able to sense every insect, blade of grass, and intruder in their domain. A Unicorn's lower half is covered with a porcelain white coat of fine fur, with a luxurious tail of silver hairs, and a lean yet muscular frame for speed. Their human half has extremely pale skin, a curtain of silver hair, pointy ears, blue eyes, a slightly chubby face, and a golden narwhal like horn extending from their forehead that they shed every five years. A Unicorn never enters combat directly instead causing plants to grow rapidly tripping enemies with creeping vines, irritating eyes with pollen bearing flowers, and launching goes with swiftly growing trees. A great many myths surround a Unicorn's healing powers, most incorrectly believe their horns are the source of their healing powers, and while their horns do have healing traits the forceful harvesting of the horn removes most of that power.
Several myths about the horn include that a cup made from a Unicorn's horn will remove any impurities from any beverage that is in the cup, while that is true it only truly works using shed horns. Another myth is that a demon injured by a Unicorn horn will instantly die which is entirely false as a Unicorn's horn can't inflict injuries and instead causes an increase in cellular regeneration whether the horn has been forcibly removed or naturally shed. Several odd facts surround Unicorns but none more unique than the event known as the Darkening, an event that causes a Unicorn to transform into a hateful mockery known as a Bicorn. The Darkening is an event that completely tears their connection with nature apart, going from sensing all life around them to suddenly sensing nothing but their own thoughts drives most newly formed Bicorn utterly mad at best and twists them into a monster that seeks to inflict their pain upon everything around them. The Darkening can be caused by eating the meat of a sentient creature, mating with a dark hearted individual, and having their horn torn off. A Unicorn has the ability to sense intentions allowing them to avoid most that would do them harm or manipulate them, a trait that did nothing to protect them from the Crusades sadly. A Unicorn gifts their bonded with an increase in genital size as well as the ability to sense intentions.
Bicorn
Mammal
Centaur Subtype
Height 6 feet tall at horse half's shoulder 5 foot tall human half
Weight 400-600 pounds
Cup H-J
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat barren land in Europe and Asia
Aggressiveness Extremely Violent and Manipulative
Population Extremely Rare
Carnivore
Lifespan 40-50 years
Harem Place Leader
A Bicorn is a corrupted Unicorn and is entirely in opposition to everything a Unicorn represents. A Bicorn's horse half is entirely black with a grey tail, red hooves, and a gaunt frame revealing ribs beneath tightly stretched skin. Their human half is nearly identical in structure to a Unicorn other than the horn above each eyebrow. Their human half's skin is of darkest black other than a single pale circle of flesh around the bellybutton hinting at what they once were, long grey hair blocks their pointed ears from view, red eyes observe everything with barely hidden disdain, and angular features would make them look attractive if not for the nearly permanent scowl twisting their lips. While a Unicorn represents nature, devotion, and love a Bicorn represents rot, bitterness, and discontent. A Bicorn is formed in several ways, mating with a hateful manipulative being can cause the transformation, being tricked into eating the flesh of an intelligent being is another sure fire way to cause the mutation. The most certainly way to cause the transformation is breaking off a Unicorn's horn to harvest it rather than waiting for the natural shedding of the horn, as soon as the horn is forcibly removed their brain is flooded with chemicals that cause pain and calcium levels to decrease causing the horn stump to fully rot away. The body darkens, and their hair either turns black or grey, blood vessels rise to the surface causing their eyes to turn red, two smaller horns grow above the eyebrows, and their connection to nature dies.
Being in a healthy nature filled environment cause discomfort and pain to a Bicorn, to counteract this they developed the ability to cause blight and rot in any plant that is near them. They don't bother choosing mates simply overpowering any that catch their interest, copulating with that individual and moving on. An individual that can out maneuver or overpower a Bicorn and touches the pale circle on their stomach causes a reaction where the Bicorn becomes loyal to their new partner. A Bicorn births a nearly normal Unicorn other than having a black horn instead of a gold colored one. A bonded Bicorn acts as the leader of the harem they are in and will defend that title with violence. A person bonded to a Bicorn gets a red streak down the middle of their back, an increase in violent tendencies, and an extreme growth in the genital region.
Trojan Horse
Mammal
Centaur Subtype
Height 7 feet tall at horse half's shoulder 6 foot tall human half
Weight 700-900 pounds
Cup G-L
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat near Ancient Greek and Roman lands
Aggressiveness Violent, Cunning
Population Extremely Rare
Omnivore
Lifespan 40-60 years
Harem Place Guardian
The Tojan Horse was originally thought to be a large Centaur rather than a true subspecies. They are called Trojan Horses due to their military knowledge as well as their skills in subterfuge and manipulation to tilt any confrontations to their sides favor. A Trojan Horse appears as a taller more muscular Centaur with a bleach white bone plate growing from their foreheads obscuring everything but their eyes from the nose up giving them the appearance of someone wearing a half mask. A Trojan Horse enjoys military games ranging from simple games of chess and checkers to complex mock wars involving hundreds of individuals on both sides that can go on for months. Despite their cunning mind and reserved personality they enjoy reveling and feasting as well as the occasional no holds barred brawls, actions that cause Minotaurs and Satyrs to flock to a Trojan Horse's banners and swell their ranks. It is due to their natural leadership skills and willingness to befriend other species that allowed them to fully expel any invading army including the first wave of Crusaders. A Trojan Horse wields a heavy war bow at range and wields heavy spears at close range along with powerful kicks to those who would attack them from behind. Before going to battle they weave shards of metal into their tail and their long hair preventing their enemies from grabbing them unless they want cut up hands.
A Trojan Horse's strength is so high that a kick from their back legs can fold a tower shield in half with ease, they can throw a spear with enough force that it would pierce straight through a person wearing plate mail and take them off their feet, and their headbutts can break marble with no negative effects. Despite their strength in combat their true power comes from tactical intelligence and capability to direct their allies sending Minotaurs in as front line assault units, Satyrs would zip in and out of combat harassing targets keeping them unsteady, and the bonded humans would fill roles as needed. A tactic that Trojan Horses loved to employ was false retreats, if a Trojan Horse's group was facing to much resistance they would fall back and allow their opponents to trigger traps to reduce their numbers usually spike filled pitfalls or dead falls made from heavy trees. A Trojan Horse will only bond with an individual who is able to match their military knowledge in tactics, a feat which becomes more difficult the older a Trojan Horse gets. An individual bonded to a Trojan Horse gains an extreme increase in genital size as well as an extreme boost in bone density which is good due to a light headbutt being their version of a greeting that they reserve for bonded and their own kind and without the boost in bone density their bonded's head would cave in like an egg.
Satyr
Mammal
Sheep
Height 6 feet
Weight 190 pounds
Cup C-E
Waist 36-48 inches
Hips 46-54 inches
Habitat near ancient Greek and Roman lands
Aggressiveness Mischievous, Violent
Population Extremely Rare
Omnivore
Lifespan 30-40 years
Harem Place Enforcer
A Satyr is a being that seems to exist for three simple thing feasting, fighting, and fucking. When a centaur is not eating vast amounts of food and drinking absurd amounts of alcohol they are brawling with something and if they are not fighting then they are having sex. Due to their high metabolism and their boundless energy a Satyr only needs about four hours of sleep to be rested. A Satyr stands about the same height as a human with ram horns, long black hair, full lips, darkly colored eyes, and pointy ears. A Satyr's digitigrade legs are covered in fine fur ranging from light brown to dark black and end in a sturdy hoof. Despite their love of alcohol causing them to have a layer of fat covering their abdomens they are extremely strong easily able to upturn a chariot with one of their charging headbutts. A Satyr chooses a mate from one of the curious people who join in the reveling that Satyrs so enjoy. The chosen mate must be able to keep up with the Satyrs feasting and drinking as well as match their potential partner's sexual energy which is a difficult task at best. A person bonded to a Satyr gains a ridiculous resistance to alcohol as well as a boost in sexual appetite and a growth in genital size.
If a Satyr's herd comes under threat of war or extinction a Satyr will ingest a brew called the Tears of Bacchus with no regard for their own safety. The Tears of Bacchus is a potent alchohol with alchemical properties that causes a drastic transformation in those who drink it. A Satyr who ingests this potion becomes entirely unrecognizable gaining two feet in height, an explosive growth in stength, their eyes turn white, and their skin and fur turns red. Despite this boost in power it comes at a terrible price their nerves no longer signal pain heat or cold, their heart rate surges putting stress on their heart brain and lungs, their blood vessels begin to rupture under the skin. Many Satyr overlook this fact thinking that they can push through these costs to their bodies and most can push through the initial effects however after about three minutes the brew causes another collection of ailments consisting of rapid absorption of body fat, extreme physical pain, and muscular tearing. After twenty minutes the Tears of Bacchus wear off and the Satyr enters a month long coma as it slowly reverts to its normal appearance. Upon exiting the coma it takes roughly a month of unending feasting to make up for the loss of critical body fat, whether they recover or not they will never be able to use the Tears of Bacchus again without dying. Satyrs are considered to be an origin species.
Fawn
Mammal
Satyr Subtype
Height 5 feet tall
Weight 175 pounds
Cup D-G
Waist 36-42 inches
Hips 48-60 inches
Habitat near ancient Greek and Roman lands
Aggressiveness Calm, Affectionate
Population Extremely Rare
Herbivore
Lifespan 30-40 years
Harem place Den Mother
A Fawn is a Satyr subtype that arises when a Satyr ingests the Tears of Bacchus and are unable to handle the physical power boost brought on by the brew. They begin to shrink and loose muscles mass, their skin and fur turn a light pink, they become more curvaceous, and their horns break off revealing little stubs in their place. While a Fawn loses most of their physical strength they gain the capability to direct animals using pan pipes as well as direct and controll alcohol like certain elementals can direct water forming spears of blazing liquor, frozen needles of beer, and raging rivers of wine. Due to this power Satyrs see Fawns as a gift from Bacchus itself.
A Fawn wears colorful clothes with necklaces made of grape vines and plant roots topped off by several gourds that hold various alcoholic drinks that they use in combat. A Fawn gifts their bonded with the power to resist nearly any form of poison as long as the bonded has alcohol in their bloodstream as well as a massive increase in genital size. Fawns love carrying for young whether they are their own or their harem sister's offspring especially when they teach how to cook with alcohol.
Naga
Reptile
Serpent
Height 10 foot or longer snake half with a 5 foot human half
Weight 250 pounds or more
Cup C or higher
Waist incalculable due to body structure
Hips incalculable due to body structure
Habitat Anywhere snakes can be found
Aggressiveness Varies
Population Near Extinct
Carnivore
Lifespan 30 years or more
Harem Place varies
A Naga is the primordial ancestor of all known snake like monsters making them an origin species. Naga has become a catch all term for most reptilian creatures though most true Naga are difficult to find. What separates a true Naga from their subspecies is a unique form of telepathy that allows them to command any species of snake to act on their behest as well as most reptiles. A great many reptilian monsters fall under their sway as well. The only known reptilian creature that can use a similar form of telepathy is the Echidna a bizarre creature that combines traits from the entire animal kingdom.
A Naga appears as a roughly human shaped woman from the waist up with no hair, leathery lips, eyes with a slit pupil, between two and seven arms, scales in place of skin, slits in place of a nose, a forked tongue, sharp teeth, and talons in place of finger nails. From the waist down they have a powerful serpentine body of varying color with a cloaca in the same place a snake would. Naga vary drastically based on what snake they most closely look like for example a rattlesnake based Naga will have brownish skin and a bone rattle at the end of their tail, a king cobra based Naga will have dark skin, two large venom sacs in its mouth that it uses to spray venom, and an extendable flesh hood. A bonded Naga gifts their mate with complete immunity to reptile venom, a boosting in genital size, and a hemipenis like a snakes.
Once Christopher was done reading he got dressed and after giving a passion filled kiss to each of his lovers he started to head to his house. Before he got out the front door Patricia and Winifred caught up to him and decided to tag along and help him with the chores he needed to do. As the walked through the woods a wind started to blow the group noted that the weather was turning cold. He decided it would be a good idea to begin gathering wood to burn during the winter, walking through the clearing around his house he took stock of the dead trees that could be harvested to allow new trees to grow in the where the old trees were removed from.
Starting with brush removal Christopher and Winifred started moving the lighter pieces while Patricia used her newfound strength to pull branches that were buried in the hardened ground. What would have taken a day or more for Christopher to do alone took him just six hours to do with his helpers. With the brush neatly piled he got pruning shears and a hand saw from the house to lop off the small scraggly branches while Winifred and Patricia tore of the small pieces with their strong hands before tossing them onto a building pile of kindling. Once the spindly pieces were cleaned from the branches Christopher grabbed his hand saw and began cutting the branches into larger kindling. While Christopher was using his hand saw Winifred used her claws to slice through the branches and Patricia used her strength to snap the branches into the proper size.
In another part of the Woods a plot was being hatched, a nefarious plot, a dangerous plot. A plot involving a terrifyingly pink painted wooden box topped by a red bow. "Mom are you sure you want to do this?" an exasperated voice inquired "Of course sweetie. After all it is my day today and your going to help me with my little projects." a husky voice responded as if the younger voice was just being silly. "Fine. But we don't even know if he's home." the younger voice relented and asked "Are you sure there's room in their for both of us?" instead of receiving an answer a brown figure was yanked bodily into the box which closed immediately afterwards "Yes sweetie I think there's room for both of us." the husky voice said in amusement.
A small room appears around you. Looking around you see familiar monitors blinking on and off turning around you see a familiar figure sitting in a non electric wheelchair at a table playing chess with a pale woman with white hair and wearing a thick white fur coat that went to from her nose to her ankles showing hiding everything but her bare feet. "A hello again. How have you been?" Stephen asks as he moves a pawn forward blocking the rook of the woman sitting opposite him. While you were answering the woman extends a delicate white hand forward using her knight to take the pawn which Stephen then used a bishop to claim. Each turn the woman would take one of Stephen's countering pieces and he would reply in kind until they were each left with a few pawns and their king.
A bell rang drawing a sigh from Stephen "time like sand is so difficult to hold onto when you have shaking hands." he says before snapping his fingers after which the chess board reset itself. "I must apologize. You just got here and I have to leave you. I truly did want to chat with you but alas I have much to do. With the holiday season coming upon us in one world I have much preparing to do, as does Christopher and many others. There are several active monitors for you to look at. Take care of yourself in your world." Stephen says apologetically before the woman stands and wheels him to the same door that appeared before.
One monitor had a file opened titled theories of a Warlock 1. There have been many over the years born with powers beyond what most of their fellow humans are capable of. I'm not talking about precognition or some dejavu event that can be written off as parlor tricks, I'm talking about true power. Power that people envy and desire for instance pyrokinesis a power that I have discovered has three tiers tier one is the capability to sense flames from a distance beyond sight, smell, etc, tier two is the capacity to manipulate existing flames, but tier three makes the other two seem like merely a parlor's tricks. A tier three pytokinesis user is immune to freezing and can cause flames to form from their body by the burning of an absurd amount of calories. Once formed a tier three can manipulate the flames, growing them by having the flames consume available fuel sources.
Despite this great power a tier three pyromancer is as vulnerable to their power as their enemies, if they don't have a large enough of a fat storage in their body they will go through spontaneous combustion. I have studied several other powers and have found that all tier three individuals have the same inherent risk, a cryokinetic individual can end up turning into an ice sculpture, someone with telekinetic abilities often wind up with brain hemorrhages, and so on. I theorize that there are individuals who are higher than tier three, that there are individuals who are so intune with their powers that they immune to this negative drawback.
After reading that another file titled theories of a Warlock 2 opened. The circus of freaks came into town. Normally I would pay no attention to this frivolous waste of time as it distracts me from my work and doesn't get me anything in return. What changed my mind was a rumor of three women kept chained in the middle of a small tent at the circus, women who could cause things to die and return to life at will. Intrigued I put my work down for the first time in weeks and made my way there in the middle of the night when the circus would be closed. It wasn't the first time I picked a lock, growing up as a street urchin one learns to pick locks and pockets in order to survive, it was however the first time I picked a lock that disappeared from my hand and reappearing exactly where it was on the gate keeping me from entering.
After five times of that happened I decided to go back to my box in the alley, as soon as I turned around to go I saw the gates in my way. Looking around I noticed I was in the fence line of the circus pushing my curiosity aside I resumed my journey to find the three women. As I walked more odd things occurred every few seconds the sky would brighten and the sound of a great many people, a few more seconds and the sky would darken and the voices would stop. Eventually I found the tent the women were kept in, it was a tattered thing with faded red and yellow stripes, and small enough that maybe one person could fit in it if they hunched over. I lifted the flap on the front of the tent and entered into a space the size of a mansion. In front of me was a sign that read "House of the Norn. The ladies of fate." walking forward I saw a cage in the distance running forward I hit my head on something metal. Rubbing my head I looked up and saw that I just hit my head on the metal cage, looking back I noticed the entrance to the tent in the distance. Before I could stand an arm emerged from between bars and pulled me in, expecting pain I was surprised to be set in a soft yet worn red chair "A boy." three voices said at once.
Looking up I saw a creature that shall haunt me until eternity ends a large rusted wooden wheel stood propped up by rust iron spikes, three women were wrapped around the rim, one was very old looking dessicated like a mummy, one was middle aged around thirty to forty years old, and the last was around eight to nine years old. All had long pointed ears, long hair, and each were biting the feet of the one in front of them making a horrific rim ornament. In the middle of the wood were their still moving intestines which were making three sticks move with a shorter stick moving slower, a longer thinner stick move faster, and a third stick twitch constantly. Looking closer I saw roman numerals burnt into their flesh. I was looking at an enormous grotesque clock "Well are you going to say something boy?" the same voices asked.
Instinctively I looked around trying to find the ones speaking causing the voices to laugh. Hearing a splatter sound like spilling water I looked at the clock and saw the clock wind its hands until they all lined up. The intestines and figures turned to wood and the clock split in half revealing a void where a singular feature was skewered by a metal spike. The figure looked like the middle aged figure on the clock and was blackened and burnt, turning its face towards me it opened its mouth and light filled my vision. Blinking the spots in my vision away I noticed I was in a lush forest full of fruit, standing before me was the girl from the clock she had pale skin, white eyes, a black sphere in her forehead covered with seven white dots marking it, and smoking black feet. Walking up to a group of dead trees she pulled two stumps out of the ground like they were pebbles before impaling them into the ground next to each other. With a wave of her hand I found myself perched on one while she sat on the other. Reaching into a pocket in her dress she produced an acorn and tossed it on the ground. Within the blink of an eye a mighty oak grew forth, just as fast it withered and died, and with a blow like she was snuffing out a candle the tree blew away like dust. With a final wave of her hand the wood shavings formed a polished table topped by a simple chess set. Raising a delicate eyebrow the three voices called out from her mouth "I'm beginning to think that you are mute boy. I most certainly hope that my last conversation won't be entirely one sided."
Jolted out of my internal thoughts or lack there of I eloquently inquired "What the hell are you?" which brought a storm of coughing laughter from the being before me "Most people ask if I can tell me there fortune or some other inane thing. I'll give you a hint, or rather point out the hints that I already showed earlier. What did I do to set up the table and seats?" she asked with a smile. "You pulled up some stumps, made a tree grow and die before turning dust into a table." I responded. Oh how foolish I was in my youth, or rather how simplistic my thinking was back then. With a shake of her head and a sigh "I would love to explain every slight intricacy of what I did but I don't have the time." She lunged forward and kissed me, as shocked as I was it was nowhere near as shocking as the images that streamed before my eyes, calculations rendering every miraculous thing that goes on in the world into a simple application of math. The images showed that time is not a simple straight line but a path filled with an incomprehensible number of paths beyond count, it showed space is subjective not entirely set, and that anything can be lifted no matter the objects weight. When the kiss ended a single golden tear rolls down her cheek "learn the truth of reality and we will meet again my Warlock." with that said she rapidly aged to dust. I know it was foolish but I felt like I lost a bit of myself that day.
Over the years I studied science and the occult voraciously looking into any hint or myth that I could that might give me a hint about that female that I met in my youth. Most leads sent me down dead end roads but a few played off, such as the one that pointed out that the female was a genie. Another hint pointed out that she was under seals that led to her energy running out and her expiration, based on the number of seals on her being three she had three dominions. Her first one being a clock as well as her capability to age things pointed to a connection with time. The second seal being a void and her ability to change my location at will made me think of space. No matter how much I puzzled it out I didn't figure out what her third seal was.
A third file titled theories of a Warlock 3 opened. It took me over thirteen years but I finally figured it out my first theory of strength was wrong, she basically told me what the answer was. She told me to learn the truth of reality, the answer didn't involve some great hidden secret or some obscure notion. The answer was understanding the very laws of existence time, space, and physical mass. I don't know what happened upon my revelation other than I lost consciousness. When I woke I was in a bed in the circus tent where I first met her. The clock was broken and the three bodies that were tacked to it were gone. Next to the bed sat a pale figure in a plain wooden chair. I couldn't make out much of the figure with how bundled up in clothing she was but she had long white hair, with a thick white fur coat that obscured everything from her nose down.
Before I could ask her what was going on she leaned forward showing her face's lower half was covered in fine white scales, with full lips, and really sharp teeth. Her eyes were black except for a white pupil, in the middle of her forehead was a completely white eye with a black pupil, and emerging from her hair were two small feathery antennae like a moth would have. She then kissed me, before my eyes several lives flashed by with two constants me and the being in front of me, we may have looked different or in her case been different species, but we were forever together. I knew what was coming next but it still stung as blood poured from my eyes as they slowly changed.
Another file opened titled epiphany of a Warlock. I discovered the information I needed, or rather I rediscovered the information. There are indeed tier four beings I have yet to look to see if they are still active but my prior existences knew of and worked with them. The tier fours each had a title and a variety of unique powers for instance my title of Warlock is bound to the laws of reality and endless rebirth through one of my offspring once the primary body dies. I don't control time, space, or physical mass more accurately I can direct it to a certain extent. With time I can see all the possibilities of a certain action as long as I can see it happen i can also rewind time up to ten seconds in order to choose a different path of time to go down. With space I can closes a full mile of distance in a single step if i so desire (running into objects to figure that out was painful but hearing her laugh was worth it) I can also make a a foot of distance stretch for miles before an enemy making them so slow that a snail can run laps around them.
The one power I am most connected to is physical mass, imagine a marble it's light not to impressive, no one would consider it a lethal weapon yet in my hands I can increase its density to the point that dropping it on a house would result in a hole from roof to cellar. Now I want you to imagine what would happen if I threw that marble at someone, therewouldn't be much left of that person would there? The only draw back is once the marble leaves my grasp it slowly returns to normal density. The other boon is the ability to change my own density making me impervious to all physical damage. Despite this seemingly invincible defense I am still vulnerable to magic, out of all the tier fours I am most vulnerable to magic. I will have to do more research on this subject as well as study the other tier fours to better understand their powers.
The monitor in front of you powers off drawing your attention to a different monitor that was just powering on. Looking at the monitor you see a single file titled tier four extrapolations which immediately opens on its own. All tier four individuals are bonded to a Greater Genie, I am unsure if the person draws the genie or if the genie draws in the person what is known is that the genie grows in strength at the same pace as their human partner does. Known tier four titles Warlock, Hermit, Sultan, Kaiser, Emperor, Ali'i, Chieftan, Shaman, and Huey Tlatoani. I theorize there are a great many more than these. Of the known tier fours I only truly understand the skills of my own title and only have theories to explain the powers of the Shaman, the Hermit, and the Sultan.
The Shaman is entirely resistant to poison as well as possessing the capability to unleash a cocktail of toxins and diseases via a red sweat that he releases. Theories include the potential for an immune system that traps toxins and diseases in such a way that the Shaman is left unharmed while being able to secrete the toxins later via the special sweat. Another theory is that the toxins are diverted to a special gland in the body where they are contained for later use.
The Hermit's power is easy to understand, he shares a sixth sense with the forest, swamp, or whatever nature filled location he dwells in. The question is what causes this, is it a connection shared via the Greater Genie or is it a power of their own? The plant life responds as if they were merely an extension of the Hermit, the closer they are to the Hermit the faster the plants reflex time. Animals do their best to protect the hermit as well. More information is needed to make a solid conclusion.
Before you can read the information on the Sultan the monitor powers off and you return to your own world.
