The RPG of No Return [M]

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The RPG of No Return -- Rated M for violence, probable swearing, and mild sexual innuendoes (please...no sex scenes)

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You're just a happy board surfer. Today's no different from any other day, it seems. You check up on a couple polls in PCG, you read the latest flamewar in Misc, and most importantly you check out the new RPGs. Most of the new RPGs have been boring lately, and all of the ones you're in are moving rather slowly. You look in a couple, but nothing's new or interesting since you last checked.

But when you go back to the main forum page, you see what you've been looking for: a brand new RPG! The title reads "An Adventure for All Times ~ Do you dare join?" You don't recognize the poster (Chronomantique), but all the more reason for you to check it out, right? Eagerly you click the link. The topic comes up and you start to read:

Come away with me, to a whole new time
Through thoughts and words, through rhythm and rhyme.
Away to a place, thought up in your mind.
Pick a role, play your part, use all that you find.
Work together, work alone, do whatever you will,
But remember your quest lingers over you still.
Don't hesitate now, there's no need to be scared.
Adventure awaits, but are you really prepared?

You read through the rest of the plot (see below). It's basically a typical RPG. It seems kinda simple, kinda boring at first, but by the time you finish, something in your head tells you it's one of the best RPGs out there. It's followed by a sign-up form.

Happy that (you think) you've finally found an interesting RPG, you click the Reply button, copy over the sign-up form, and fill it out. With a great feeling of excitement and anticipation of a good RPG, you push the Submit button, silently praying you got "first post."

But the topic never loads. It remains stuck on the page that says "Thank you for submitting your post." Except it doesn't say that. When you look closer, you see that it's a different page altogether. It reads:

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?
Yes - No

Curious, you click yes, wondering what that was all about. The page changes again. This time it's solid black, with one sentence floating in the middle.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

No sooner have you read this than you hear a dark, evil laugh. It's not coming from your speakers, it seems to be all around around you. Suddenly the darkness spreads from the black page, until all you can see is the single, red sentence. Then it blinks out of view, and you with it.

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You wake up, lying on a smooth floor. You slowly open your eyes and see that you're in a small, round, marble chamber, the only light coming from bright torches that line the circular wall.

You start to move to get up, and get quite a shock: You're not wearing the same clothes anymore. But that's nothing compared to the bigger shock: you're no longer yourself! Your body has changed, and it takes a while before you realize why it seems so familiar. Then it hits you: you've become the character you created for the RPG!

Other people around are noticing too. Their reactions are mixed, but they all look shocked in one way or another. Then the sound of someone clearing their throat makes you all turn. A small man, his face covered by a brown bowler hat too large for his head, wearing a matching brown suit and coat and holding a cane, is standing in front of the only apparent exit.

"Welcome," he says, his voice surprisingly deep and strong. "I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting this adventure..."

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The rest of the sub-RPG plot:

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A hidden land. A deadly war. A small group of heroes. The largest adventure.

It is a time of ancient people, a time of magic. The kingdom of Talmina is currently under siege from the nearby kingdom of Patteron. For years before this war, Talmina and Patteron were on the friendliest of terms...that is until King Peiron of Patteron died while in Talmina. The story held by Talmina is that he slipped on a loose stone and fell out of a window while touring the castle. But the king's messengers, when they rode back to Patteron, claimed they had seen King Terria (of Talmina) push King Patteron out of the window.

Well this brought uproar into the Kingdom of Patteron. Without stopping to think, they charged into battle. It seemed as if they were looking for a reason to fight, for they were already prepared for combat. Many lives have been needlessly lost in the resulting war, the war that has been going on for almost twenty long years. While Talmina tries to reason with Patteron, they will not listen, leading most in Talmina to believe the truth: that Patteron has been infected with evil.

This is where you come in. A prophet, standing on Talmina's castle wall at the brink of the war yelled out, "You will fight, Patteron, without knowing why, and only after a score will the end-bringers come!" Unfortunately, before the prophet could proclaim any more, or explain what he meant, an arrow claimed his life as the first casualty of the war. But the prophecy is to come true. You have been called, summoned from the distant land of Mandedor. You must travel through the lands, getting stronger than not only men, but armies of men. You will learn magic, you will gain inhuman strength, and you will defeat the evil behind the battlers of Patteron.

Or the world shall surely end.

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Classes:

Warrior — These men and women focus on their physical strength, and pay little attention to their magical capabilities. Their attacks are short-range, yet they are also agile and able to avoid attacks more easily than most.
Warriors are muscular, often with bulging muscles even when they don't flex. They are usually of average height. They are the strongest of the three classes.
Warriors are usually wearing lots of armor, as well as some way to hold their weapon when they are not using it.

Mage — The opposite of the warrior, these men and women focus mainly on their magical abilities. The stronger magic users are able to summon great beasts or large natural phenomenon. They are also able to be healers; it is rumored that the strongest healing mages have the power to revive the dead, but this has never been witnessed.
Mages are usually frail, physically. They're the smallest of the classes, and they (usually) aren't ashamed of it.
Mages wear robes, usually of a thick cloth material. Most experienced mages wear magic-increasing jewelry. They carry around their weapon as a walking stick.

Archer — Precision and power from a distance are what these men and women are about. Using arrows, they attack from afar, staying in safety. They are also nimble, able to dodge practically any projectile. They may choose to learn magic, but it is magic that is usually focused on enchanting either their arrows or themselves.
Archers are not especially strong, but they are very good at stringing a bow quickly and firing it more quickly. They are nimble, being the most agile of the three classes.
Archers wear light, yet strong, clothing so they are not hindered in movement. Their bows are worn around their torsos and their quiver on their back. Most Archers learn the spell to regenerate arrows early on.

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My form:
Real Name: Mike
Gender: Male
Personality: Mike is a typical 'nice guy.' He makes friends easily, keeps them easily, and wouldn't turn his back on them unless they hurt him. He's smart, witty, sarcastic at times, but never straight-out mean. He doesn't start fights, tries to avoid ones others start, and tries talking his way out of the ones he gets into.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Merenwen Demithon
Gender: Female
Class: Mage
Bodily Appearance: Taller than average for a mage, around 5'11". Skinny body shape, with what seems like not enough muscle to go around, and a pale skin tone that makes her look even creepier. Her eyes are ice blue, and her hair, which falls a few inches past her shoulders when loose, is a whitish blond, adding to her pale appearance. She has a scar halfway across the middle of her right cheek, the remnant of an old duel. She also tends to keep her hair up in two ponytails at the top of her head, each tie covered with a pale red sphere about three inches in diameter.
Clothing Appearance: Merenwen does not wear full-body robes, as is typical of most mages. For a bottom: she wears a loose, soft cloth skirt that barely reaches her knees; it is blood-red in color, with large (3-inch tall), skinny white runes sewn at the bottom hem that say her name in Runic. For a top: she wears a similarly loose, long-sleeve, hooded tunic of the same cloth (she rarely wears the hood up); it is the same color as the skirt, and has the same runes around the bottom hem, which barely reaches her waist; underneath she has a white, skin-tight, sleeveless top which fits her snugly and reaches about two inches below her breasts. For footwear: she wears soft leather boots, a reddish-brown in color, that cover her feet and have straps that wrap around her legs, up to a couple inches below her knees. She wears magically-bound, thin, gold bracelets on her arms (they can only come off when she wants to take them off), as well as a small gold ring set with a flat ruby on her left ring finger.
Weapon: Merenwen has a rod, five feet in length. It is a hard ebony shaft, black, about one and a half inches thick, with a silvery-metal base (the bottom six inches) and a three-inch diameter red sphere (that matches the ones on her ponytails) at the top.
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Changed Personality: Mike is a lot quieter now, mostly owing to his body change. In Merenwen's body, he's subdued, often seen brooding. He's no longer good at making friends, not that he doesn't try. He snaps back when he thinks he's been insulted, and sometimes lets his anger rise without meaning to.
Other: *smacks other around a bit with a large trout*

One Archer LSU will be accepted; fill out your form here first.

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Warriors
~ Rekli
~ Florence Hayra
~ Farath

Mages
~ Merenwen Demithon
~ Aeris Levis
~ Ankha-Re Krudas

Archers
~ Saria
~ Adalia
~ [open]

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"Yeeeaaaauuuuggghh..." I let out a huge yawn as I walked from my bed to my computer. The backs of my calfs were still sore, and I silently told myself that I would be limiting my DDR playage from now on. I didn't need to wake up with sore calfs every morning.

Still wiping the sleep from my eyes, I woke up my computer and brought my browser to the front. I scanned my bookmarks bar and realized, with a shock, that I hadn't been to that forum in ages. Clicking on the link, I was greeted with a page full of bold titles. "Ergh, gotta remember to visit more than once a month," I told myself.

I looked at the first topic, surprised to see that it was new and not viewed yet. "Hm, never seen that guy around," I said, looking at the poster, Chronomantique. Probably joined while I was forgetting about the place. I clicked and started reading. It started out seeming boring, but somewhere, about halfway through, something clicked in my mind...something told me this was good.

I looked over the plot again, then decided, for no other reason than total boredom at that point, to make a female character. It had been a while since I had RP'd, and since I was a guy all the time anyway, I figured it'd be a nice break from that to play a girl.

I got the sign-up typed up in my text editor, then copied it over and posted it. I stretched again, especially my legs. They were still killing me. When I looked back at the screen it was still on that page that thanks you for posting. Except...as I looked closer, it didn't say that. It said:

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?

Yes - No

Curious, I clicked yes. A different page came up. It was black except for one sentence:

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

Immediately I heard a loud laugh...an evil-sounding laugh. Quickly I hit the mute button on my keyboard, but although the bezel said the volume was off, the laugh continued. Suddenly the black page filled the screen, even though I hadn't maximized it. But it didn't stop there. The black surrounded me, and it wasn't long before it was all dark except for that one, burning red sentence. The laugh still ringing, I suddenly couldn't feel the chair I was sitting on...it felt like I was floating.

Then the sentence blanked out...and I couldn't feel anything else.

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Merenwen
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I regained consciousness quite suddenly. I was on the ground, except it wasn't the soft and rugged carpet of my room. It was smooth, like tile or wood. I still couldn't feel my body except for where I was lying on the floor, but I could open my eyes.

I was looking at a rounded, mixed-color stone (I think it was marble) wall, which met with a similar floor and ceiling, which seemed to only be about 7 feet above me. As I gained more feeling in my limbs, I could tell something was wrong with my clothes. I was wearing long sleeves, not the short sleeves of the shirt I had slept in. And it felt like my legs were touching each other all the way up to my...

My train of thought was broken because at that moment I had gained the feeling in my torso...and felt something that definitely should not have been there. Slowly, I tilted my head down. I saw a red cloth covering my torso...and a definite bulge in the fabric. I couldn't hold it in.

I screamed.

I screamed like the girl I had become. And dang, was it shrill. After about 5 seconds I couldn't stand even the sound of my own scream, so I stopped an instead tried getting up.

It wasn't until this time that I realized there were other people. I looked around at them all, and they all stared at me back, some already standing, some still lying down. Apparently I woke up later than most of them. Well, one wasn't staring at me: a girl with a black tunic and white undershirt, her dark hair up in a ponytail. She was sitting on the ground and hugging her knees, apparently not very comfortable with something. There was something odd about her, but I couldn't quite figure it out. Eventually the others all stopped looking at me, which I was grateful for.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a red cloak-like top, and a matching skirt. That explained why my legs were touching each other. I could feel that I had underwear on, and it didn't feel like a thong (not that I'd know, but I was guessing based on what the things looked like). Still, I didn't have the "parts" I was used to having underneath it. That and having no pants made me feel kinda naked.

Then something clicked. Yes, these clothes were familiar...I had thought them up myself. They were in that RPG post. Which meant—I reached a hand up to my hair—yes, blond, long, and in two ponytails with a ball to cover the ties. Which also meant...

I looked around where I had been on the ground and saw the rod there, exactly as I had imagined it when I typed up the description. I bent down to pick it up, but that was a mistake. Completely unbalanced because of my new body shape, I teetered and fell.

"Ouch, sh!t!" I muttered. Just as suddenly, I clapped a hand to my mouth, not because I was shocked at my voice, but because of what I had said. Everyone who knew me knew I had the cleanest mouth around, and yet I let this slip as if it were nothing. Yeah, I know, silly of me to get worked up over something like this, except I was really freaked out by how easily I had said it.

Fortunately, nobody else payed me any mind. I could hear them talking too, but I wasn't about to go join in their conversation. Instead I stood up, using my rod to help, and looked around for an exit, which nobody else had seemed to bother doing.

I found it easily enough, but in front of it stood a little man...at least, I guessed that's what it was. It was a humanoid figure, about 4 feet tall, with a long brown suit and coat, and a matching bowler hat that was too large for him, as it covered his whole face.

He gave a short "ahem" and everyone turned to look at him. "Welcome," he said, and his voice wasn't tiny, but deep and strong as if he were really 6'6" with bulging muscles. "I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure."

At the name Chronomantique, most of us did a double take. A dark-haired mage, wearing black clothes and a white furry cape, said, "Wait, you're the guy that posted that topic!" The look of recognition on everyone's face told me that, yes, everyone had to have been from the real world and on that forum.

"A topic? Is that what you call them?" He turned his head towards the oddly-dressed mage. "But yes, Ankha-Re, I did send the message to you all. When this portal spell was invented, I knew it had to be used to fulfill that prophecy." It took me a second to remember that detail from the topic.

"B-but why us?" a green-and-brown-clad archer asked. I could tell she was an archer because of the bow she had around her waist.

The man seemed to hesitate. "There was no choice in who was picked, Saria. All the details of the spell are still in that mage's head. Oh, and apologies for the evil laugh. The mage who created the spell has gone...insane, as you would say. A genius, but insane."

"But why did it have to change us?" I started, angrily. The man gave off a puzzled air. "Yeah, what the hell is wrong with my body?" a tallish, brown-robed mage practically shouted. "Whose body is this?!"

The man seemed perplexed. He looked at the mage, "But...are you saying you did not describe yourself, Aeris? Don't you normally do that?" Most of us shook our heads or gave other disagreeing motions. "Well...well, I really wasn't expecting this. But you are unharmed?"

I spoke up, and I could feel my anger rising. "Unharmed, maybe, but we definitely were not prepared for a full fu-" I stopped myself for a split-second, "-freakin' body makeover." Most of the others muttered agreements.

"Well, I am sure that the reverse portal spell will return you to normal, Merenwen," the man said, and I vaguely remembered putting that down as my character's name, "but I have already sealed the spell away until the evil has been vanquished, so there's no good in trying to force it out of me. Besides, as cliché as it is, you all do have a destiny to fulfill. Now come, we must go to the King. I told him I'd bring you to him."

As he led us out of the small circular room, I was desperately trying to calm myself down. Everything seemed to be going wrong. I was trapped in a strange world, trapped even more in a strange body, and it didn't look like that was changing anytime soon. In fact, the only thing that felt good at that point was the fact that my legs weren't hurting from overdoing it at DDR anymore.
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There, managed to get through it again. Basically, just do the same things I did, find the topic and reply, get transported, find your new body, then go through the talk with Chronomantique.

And PoL, if I misused your character, you can yell at Roy 'cause he suggested it.

[Fai D. Flowright]

Real Name: Tony
Gender: Male
Personality: Very outgoing and willing to help. He is a person who can be thought of as being funny and witty at the same time. Despite being the social butterfly that he seems to be, Tony does enjoy being in solitude every once in a while, just to get away from it all. He seems to always be able to see the best in things, whether they are good or bad, and get through it with a consistant smile on his face!
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Ankha-Re Krudas
Gender: Male
Class: Mage
Bodily Appearance: Pretty average figure with little muscle (considering he doesn't need it for his Class). His hair is so brown it's almost black and is parted slightly to the left; it's kinda poofy. >_> A streak of deep blue hair goes along the front of the larger part. His eyes are green, with a notable hint of blue. He's a little shorter, only being around 5'3", but he considers it to be an "advantage" in some situation. His face is rather round, giving his whole appearance a more childish look.
Clothing Appearance: Wears a pair of black pants made of a smooth material. They are a little loose in the legs, but still fit him well. His shirt matches the pants in both color and cloth, but the front of the shirt has a circular crest done in white which is seen in the attachment. His shoes are made of black-dyed leather with a deep blue border on the sole's edge. He also brandishes a half-cape, coming down to his waist. The outside is white rabbit fur and the underside is a black velvet-y material; it is fastened in the front by an simple obsidian loop brooch.
Weapon: His weapon (if you will) of choice is a feather pen made from the tailfeather of a Blue Macaw. The tip was replaced with a sharp diamond so as to be capable of etching spells onto solid surfaces. (Also knows some basic martial arts skills for self-defense purposes, that is, if that's not already assumed for most Mages)
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Changed Personality: Before, somewhat mature and conceptual, Tony is now a bit more.... Naive... Things tend to fly over his head a lot more and is much more energetic and enthusiastic about things. Obviously, his bright optimism gets to stay...
Other: Hmmmmm...... Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.... Blah? *Other's head pops off*

[size=5]~-:+=:|Ankha-Re Krudas||Scribe Mage|:=+:-~

There I sat, mindlessly staring at the bright screen of my laptop. Nothing new was happening on any of the forums that I access, but that was not to my surprise. Quickly entertained by a friend that had logged onto one of my messenger services, I found myself no longer twidling my thumbs in anticipation for a new post.

Over an hour had passed, and Ryan logged off. In a last attempt to keep myself busy before drifting to sleep in boredom, I checked the forums again. Come to find out, some new guy, named Chronomantique, had created a new RPG! "Oh! Thank god!" I shouted, throwing my fist into the air. Before I even finished reading the plot, I was intrigued and already visualizing the character I would submit.

I quickly scrolled to the bottom of the page, noticing that Ryan had signed up as well, but I dare not read his character for fear that I may lose concentration of my own. Hastily clicking the "Post Reply" button, I pasted the form into the text box and began to type.

With a little time and imagination set into place, the form was ready to submit. I clicked the button and heaved a sigh of relief. "Didn't get first post, but hey, I made myself a pretty shnazzy character!" I looked back at the screen to make sure my post was up, but all that remained was a page that questioned my decision to join. "What the heck is this? Wonder if this is a new RPG feature...." I looked around in thought. "Well, "Yes," I suppose." And clicked the word. The screen changed, but not back to the thread's page; a bold and bright red sentence faded onto the screen reading:

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

Suddenly, I was struck with fear as the pitch blackness of the screen surrounded me. All that remained in any direction was the blazing red sentence, but even that blipped out of site as darkness and unconsiousness engulfed every inch of my being. I slumped weakly into my computer chair...

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Life flowed back into me as I felt my body twitch with almost unbearable energy. But it was not the slightly coarse material of my swiveling chair, but a cold, smooth surface, something along the lines of stone. I grogily opened my eyes to see that my room had been replaced with another, more ancient motif. I was correct about the floor, which my body was sprawled out upon, but it was not the room that gave me the biggest scare. A strand of blue hair hung directly in my line of sight. I sat up and pulled down a handful of my hair.

I sat up, a little startled, then noticed that I was not alone! There were several other's among me, all dressed in peculiar clothing, brandishing rather archaic weapons. Some with swords, others with bow and quiver, one with a staff, and a couple with none at all (including me). It seemed as though no one else had awakened yet, but I felt the urge to get things rolling...

I stood with a sway in my step, dizzy from my sudden rise, and stumbled over to a younger looking girl with black hair. As I staggered over, I felt a bit shorter, but I disreguarded that; I was preoccupied with something else. I knelt down beside her and poked her in the arm. She wrigled, proving she was alive, but I wasn't satisfied until I had something better to do... I lightly grabbed her arm and shook it, hoping it might jostle her enough to wake her. I heard her mumble something as her eyelids crept open.

She peered through her sleepy eyes at me, their aqua hue almost staring straight into me. Then they jolted open! Fear struck through every nerve of her body and she scurried across the floor to the other side of the room. My eyes widened in shock of what happened within what seemed like milliseconds. She stared at me, petrified at what I might do next. I cocked my head to the side and stared at her curiously. This bizarre moment seemed to last for an eternity.

The moment was quickly broken by the shrill scream of another girl that had just awakened. I don't know what it was alll about, but it must have been something dramatic. I turned my inquisitive gaze to her as she stumbled about as I had. I chuckled a little to myself as she toppled to the ground, head first! She seemed to be searching for something, but ran into a little man which was not there before......I don't think...

As the last few awakened from their slumber, he cleared his throat, "Welcome. I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure."

"Ooo! An adventure!? I wonder what kind? Probably with swords! And Magic!" I thought to myself, doing a little dance with a huge smile on my face. "And monsters too! And... hang on a sec..." I stopped and quickly spoke up. "Wait, are you the guy that posted that topic!?"

"A topic? Is that what you call them?" He seemed clueless about the whole concept. He was probably just as oblivious to most technology, looking at the time frame we were probably in (although his appearance would not agree).

Much more conversation ensued, most of it engaged by those around me that had more question. I, meanwhile, had become intriguingly distracted by the sharp, blue feather that had been stuck behind my ear.

I was loudly distrupted by the screechy girl again. "But why did it have to change us?" It was at that moment that I started looking at MYSELF! I had been redressed in a fully black wardrobe. "I'm Gothic!" But I changed that stereotype when I noticed the white rabbit cape with velvet. "Wait... I'm a Gothic Gigolo! Is that a good or bad thing?" I questioned myself, easily distracted from the conversation again.

Becoming antsy with mere talk and thought, I heard Chrono finish, "I told him I'd bring you to him."

I turned to the obnoxious girl and asked, "So.... Who are we going to see?"

Ummmm... Yeah, he's a little ADHD, but in a......good way! ^_< This could end up being interesting....... >.>

[Toxicity]

Real Name: Laura
Gender: Female
Personality: Laura is your average "wallflower". She's shy and rather quiet, but deep beyond her introversion is a beautiful flower just wanting to bloom. A bit depressed, she has been known to depricate herself to taking the blame.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Saria
Gender: Female
Class: Archer
Bodily Appearance: Her build is well toned and athletic, clearly built more for agility despite her somewhat curved figure. She stands at about 5'7", with deep green eyes and her hair is naturally a dark brown color, but has been unnaturally highlighted a dark green for camoflague (seriously, Gaulic and Germanic tribes used to do this). Her skin, however, is a bit pale.
Clothing Appearance: Saria is mainly adorned in some simple garb on her form that is light enough for endurance, yet thick for protection. This consists of a dark green tunic with brown undersuit that covers much of her body. Footwear is simply boots of dark brown that do not necessarily slow her down, yet are fitted onto her feet for protection. By tradition, the bow is worn around her waist by a black belt-like fabric, and her quiver, carved from wood and worn by a small string, is slung on her back.
Weapon: Bow and arrow. Her bow appears to be carved from the wood of a sycamore.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
Changed Personality: Laura, as Saria, has opened up quite a bit. She no longer will blame everything on her own self, yet she does seem to still be a bit sad deep down.
Other: Uh..yeah..that's right! "Your Mother" is what's in! (excerpted from my Emerald)

~Laura - Shy Girl in the thread of fate~

The forums lately have become too boring to participate in. At least, ever since the ban of a certain Mike. I sighed as I scanned through the latest of polls and topics, making posts if necessary, before heading back to my beloved RPG section of the forums. I noticed a recent topic by an unfamiliar member...Chromantique. I clicked, and quickly skimmed through the posts of my "friends" once reading deeply through the plot.

It was quite boring at first, but then I felt that this would be one hell of an RPG. Turning off Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, I made my sign-up form, and hit the reply button when all of the sudden, a different screen popped up, asking if we were sure if we wanted to take part in this adventure. Questioning, my hand instinctively chose yes, and then fluttered up a red "Thank you for taking part in this adventure." Suddenly, I heard a laugh of darkness around me. I had the speakers turned off, but this voice was actually surrounding me. Black spread around me from the computer...leaving only the red statement, which faded. And I did, with it.

<>Saria ~ Archer of the Forest<>

Consciousness slowly flowed back into me, and I understood I was now on a marble floor. Odd enough, I was in a completely different attire. It was a green tunic, and brown boots and body suit, and around my waist by a black fabric was a pale bow. Was I an archer? I noticed others with swords, one with a staff, a couple with almost none at all, and another archer. Sighing, I sat up and turned to a guy whose appearance seemed ominous.

"Welcome, I am Chromantique..." he spoke in a deep voice. I felt inside that he was like a sage, yet part of me still felt that he was the game master. I listened to one question by a young mage adorned in black with some rabbits fur, and I took my turn to question.

"B-but why us?"

He almost hesitated, but responded to me with "There was no choice in who was picked, Saria. All the details of the spell are still in that mage's head. Oh, and apologies for the evil laugh. The mage who created the spell has gone...insane, as you would say. A genius, but insane." Blinking, I shrugged my shoulders and continued to listen onward, remembering that Saria was the name of my character. Eventually, he told us that we were to be brought to a King, and so we were lead off. I never personally expected me to take the form of my character, but I guess this is what some call destiny, others...fate...

[sesshomaru]

~~Farath~~

I was a happy board surfer and I found an RPG. Then do I want to take part in this adventure? Yes No appeared.

Confused, I clicked yes. That changed my life forever.

When I awoke, I was around many other people and too scared to make a peep. Until I realized I was a girl that is. Then UI screamed my lungs out until I was to tired to scream any longer.

Then I realized two other people were awake. And I tried to get up from sitting but I was heavier that I though. And I realized that I was wearing armor. My black armor from the RPG. My first though was awesome!, I am wearing armor!, but it turned into horror as it sank in.

"Where are we?" I whispered scardly to the others. Onre replied.

"I don't know, but it's freaky!"

"I know....." I replied back.

Others started awaking. Then I noticed a mage in black and I watched him with keen intrest.

Then the mage spoke:"Welcome,"I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure." He said some other things, but I wasn't paying much attention after that until he said "Come, the king is waiting,".

Wishing, I had payed attention like I always do at Social Studies class I followed to wherever he'd take me.

[Roy Karrde]

Real Name: Ryan
Gender: Male
Personality: He can be pretty friendly to everyone, he doesn’t really have a problem with a person and tries to act nice to almost anyone. He also has patience for almost anything unless it really annoys him. He isn’t very open if something bugs him and only really confides in one person. He does treat everyone like a friend though and tries his best to make friends and understand people. He can be a bit short tempered sometimes though.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Adalia
Gender: Female
Class: Archer
Bodily Appearance: She’s pretty short, around 4’10”, yet she uses that to her advantage in being able to duck and dodge almost anything due to her height. She has shoulder length black hair that curls around the ends. Her eyes are a blue green, and has light skin. She has a bit of a button nose, and short nails to not distract her when pulling her bow. She doesn’t have much of a chest; her arms look weak in that she isn’t very athletic, which gives off a false sense of security when facing her. In reality even though she isn’t strong physically, she is very accurate with her bow.
Clothing Appearance: She wears a blue braid while in battle to keep her hair in a ponytail and out of the way of her arm. She wears a simple black sleeveless tunic with a white undershirt used for protection. Both the tunic and undershirt drop almost to her feet. She wears simple yet thick footwear made of animal hide and leather. Her bow is worn around her waste with a brown leather belt keeping it there and her quiver is made of animal hide with a leather strap and worn on her back.
Weapon: Bow and Arrow, the bow made of Oak
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
Changed Personality: His personality has changed a lot, he used to be talkative and easy going, yet now is a bit shy and quiet due to her shorter appearance and new sex. She can get angered easily from taunting, and seems uncomfortable sometimes-just being around people and fears that they are laughing at her.
Other: She still has feelings for Danielle, even though know she fears that he may not have feelings for her anymore.

[COLOR=Teal] David Ryan Lutz
-=-=-=-=-=-=-

BORED, Bored with a capital B that was me. Life after High school really wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. College wasn’t that big in my life as High school was, hell I hadn’t even talked to my old high school friends lately. Work was nothing and short, so I ended up having a lot of free time on my hand. “Another day” I sighed leaning back in my chair, flipping the stations on my TV with my toe while scrolling through Pokemasters.

Nothing was happening in Misc, I almost miss the days where there were great political debates there, and you could get so railed up that you wouldn’t even remember what the original topic was. Now days, it was crap. I sighed checking AIM while switching back to the main page of Pokemasters. If there was one thing in my life that kept everything interesting, if there was one person in my life that I could count on putting a smile on my face. It was Danielle.

I glanced up at the Whitehall Jewelers box on top of my TV next to the Indiana Jones hat. I may be in a transition time right now with College being boring as hell, but it wouldn’t stay that way. I embraced the future with full eagerness. She was the one I knew it, every bone, every cell in my body told me it. It had been telling me it ever since I left her house last month.

Yet the future was then, this is now.

I moved over to the RPG forum and sighed, OFJ still didn’t have a new post in it. We had what nine people, and it seemed like everyone was waiting on some one else to make their move. I quickly scanned the forum for any sign of a new RPG that I was interested in. My eyes went up and down the page before landing back at a RPG created by Chronomantique. I usually kept it a policy to never sign up for a RPG made by a newbie, or a complete stranger. Yet some thing in the title interests me, so I went on and clicked on it.

I began to scan the story, as my eyes flew down the page I began to feel more and more interested. Some how some way, this guy had been able to create a RPG that seemed to rival the best that I had been in. I moved onto the sign up and started creating a character. Ever since I started with Laura a few years back, I tried to do a 50/50 of female and male characters just so that I could work out any kinks I still had with the dialogue and actions of my female characters. Since I played a male in the last RPG I was in, I decided to go on and try being a girl in this one. Anything over the age of 15 was out for me, when playing a girl character since, in reality I had no real experience with girls that age outside of my girlfriends, and with the exception of Danielle, all of my girlfriends ended up being nutty. So I went on completed my sign up and pressed enter.

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?
Yes - No[color=red]

The screen flashed instead of taking me to the usual screen. It wasn’t April Fool’s day, I doubt Kevin was playing a joke on all of us like he usually did. So why was this screen in front of me instead of the usual loading screen? I shrugged, it really didn’t matter, and I didn’t want to take the chance that pressing No would delete my sign up, so I pressed Yes.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

Suddenly a laugh boomed out of the speakers, blackness over ran the screen and began to seep out and around me, like something out of a bad horror movie. The blackness surrounded me it engulfed me. All that was left was that sentence, and even that eventually was eaten by the darkness. I began to lose all feeling in my body, the chair, the floor everything was gone. Soon all I could do is lay there and float, and let the darkness lead me to where ever it was taking me.

=/----- [COLOR=Pink]\=

[COLOR=Pink] Adalia
-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Mmmm” I mumbled softly, the darkness still surrounded me, yet I could feel again, I could feel the hard floor of the room, the rank and horrible smell of the room which smelt like something right out of the middle ages.

As I began to wake up more and more sensations began to filter in, I wasn’t wearing my traditional shorts anymore, I was wearing something that felt like my graduation gown, yet it was more rough and stronger that the simple fabric that was that gown. I could also feel some one slowly poking my side, I moved a bit trying to get away from the poking sensation. Slowly the poking stopped and my arm was grabbed pretty harshly. My attacker shook my arm as I slowly opened my eyes to confront him or her. My eyes slowly began to adjust, the person that was attacking me, it, he was a guy. A very tall guy. If I was 6 foot tall, this guy had to be almost 9 or 10 feet tall. HOLY CRAP A GIANT.

I quickly pushed away from him scooting back to the furthest wall behind me in shock. I was in a room with freaking giants. The guy stared at me curiously and I just looked back at him in pure shock. Where was I? Why was I in a room with giants? A scream broke the silence and he turned away. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest as I looked down at myself; I was wearing a black tunic with a white undershirt? I never wore stuff like that. I could see my feet, which were in these type of animal skin shoes. I could see, wait a minute my nose. My nose was gone, I had a nose that some what stuck out and I could see it out of the corner of my left eye. I brought my hand to my face and touched where my nose should be gently. My face seemed so soft; the skin on it was so different than what it should be. I found my nose, but it was small, petite almost.

I brought my legs up trying to scrunch myself up into a ball for safety and hugged my legs, while some guy was talking about magic and stuff. I pressed my legs very close to me, and was rewarded with an odd, sharp pain in my chest. I loosened my legs for a seconded and looked down. Almost hidden in my tunic I could see the small outline of two breasts. I brought my hands up and over them quickly in shock trying to cover them before anyone saw me. They were small, so small that I could place my hand around the top of them to cover them. I could feel their weight and softness underneath my hand. What was happening to me?

I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes as I tried to cover my breasts from everyone. They couldn’t see me; they couldn’t know I was a girl. How could I keep this from Danielle, how, what if she found out what had happened to me? I was a college man, I was twenty, and I wasn’t some pre teen girl. The people began to walk out of the room when the guy that attacked me started talking to another girl about where they were going to go. I just sat there rocking myself softly while holding my legs tightly but not too tightly, just enough to cover the sight that I had a chest from everyone.

The guy that attacked me, stopped talking for a second and walked up to me, I still had tears streaking down my face. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly offering me a hand up. I shook my head no, afraid to even hear my voice. After a few seconds I slowly moved my hand up it was so small, so weak compared to his. He lifted me up to my feet, everything felt so weird as I tried to steady myself. “C’mon lets not keep everyone else waiting!” He spoke quickly, his voice full of enthusiasm. I nodded slowly keeping my fingers intertwined and my hands clasped together just underneath my chin. Who ever did this, who ever brought me here and changed me; it probably wasn’t a good idea to keep them waiting.

[Anjana's Halo]

Real Name: D
Gender: Female
Personality: Quiet, borders between optimist and pessimist. Can be laughing one minute, crying the next, and ready to stangle you in the third. But I've gotten better now. Oh, and no needles. I hate those things.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
(this is the form that appears in the RPG that your character joins)
Name: Rekli
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Bodily Appearance: He's tall, and around 6', with long white hair (like down to his knees long) tied in a loose ponytail. He's muscular, but not overly so. He has pink eyes (an albino), thin lips, delicate looking hands with long fingers, and a scar on his back that runs from his left shoulder to the small of his back.
Clothing Appearance: he has brown leather boots, brown pants, a forest green shirt, a long hooded cape with a golden clasp, and special metal gauntlets on his hands.
Weapon: His fists. The gauntlets on his hands add more power to his already devistating hits.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
Changed Personality: I care less about people and more willing to hurt others for my benifit, something I can't do in real life.
Other: The scar on his back is a sword wound that made him decide to specialize fighting against opponents with swords.


D
*****
I had just gotten home from my fist day of work. I was hired at the local hospital to work in the histology lab and it was a lot nicer and cleaner than my old job at the resaurant, even if I handled biohazards all day. I flopped down in from of my computer, tossing my long brown braid over one shoulder, and read through my favorite web comics. Sluggy was good, even if it was a guest comic. Then I turned to another site, the Pokemasters RPG forum. It was about the only place I frequented, since I was much better at making stuff up than anything else. A new topic had been posted by a Chronomantique, and I clicked to see what it was about. It seemed boring at first, another 'save the day, be the destined heroes' RPG, but somehow I got to thinking that there was a lot I could do in this RPG, and decided to join. Going through my mental list of characters, I decided to try out a new one that I had thought of. It was a male character, but I didn't care. I was just role-playing.
I filled out the form and sent it in. A screen came up and when it didn't change automatically, I actually took the time to read it.

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?

Yes - No

Confused and curious, I pressed yes.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

the screen read, and a manical laugh filled the room. Darkness spreaded through the room like a horrible plague, and I lost consiousness.

Rekli
*******
I moaned and sat up, feeling slightly off-kilter. The room was filled with other people, all dressed in weird clothing and holding ancient weapons, such as staffs and swords. For some reason, the swords irritated me. I looked down at my hands to notice two things. One, they were encased in a silver metal gauntlet that was actually quite comfortable and easy to move in and two, my hands were far larger than normal, and the fingers were longer.
What's wrong with me?I wondered. My pants fit funny, so I adjusted the crotch, and noticed there was a bulge there that shouldn't exist. I studied myself more closely. I was tall, well muscled, had long flowing white hair and was wearing a green shirt and brown pants and a hooded cape.
Ye gods, I'm Rekli, I thought, then I thought I can pee standing up! A girl screamed with a shrill voice, startling everyone. Well, everyone already seemed startled. They were looking at their clothes and weapons with apparent confusion.
I noticed then that one of the people in the room didn't look as confused as the rest. He was a very short, odd little man who spoke to us. "I am Chronomantique," he said, "and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure." I wondered why that name sounded so familiar, then it clicked. Chronomantique, the author of that RPG. He brought us here.
I wondered who he was, why we were here, since the others didn't seem to belong either. I had bets the girl who screamed was a guy in real life. I wondered what we would have to do to get back home, and I wondered if I would need to kill anyone in this room anytime soon.
Then I wondered why I wondered that.

[Haruko]

Real Name: Danielle. Some people call me 'Dani'. Calling me Napoleon is FORBIDDEN.
Gender: Last time I checked, I'm a girl. So Female.
Personality: Shy and a bit jumpy around people she doesn't know, Danielle is mostly introverted and works best alone. However, if she gets used to you, she can be a bit energetic. She [b]does not[/n] like girly stuff. Repeat. She does not like girly stuff. She's very sarcastic and tends to talk back a bit. All with good intention in the long run, even if it's for a laugh.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Aeris [Latin!] Levis
Gender: Male
Class: Mage
Bodily Appearance: Although he doesn't look fragile(he looks mostly average), he's got the worst immune system in the world...always catching colds and stuff. He stands at around 6'3" with a lanky build. His skin is fair, but he has obvious burn marks from misfired magic. His eyes are emerald while his hair is a maple brown thats very messy and untidy.
Clothing Appearance: Although he does wear a full body robe, the sleeves are a bit big for him and cover the gloves. The robe is brown and feels soft and light. Underneath it, he wears a black shirt with markings of magic, along with brownish pants of the same material of his robe. His shoes are black and made of leather. They're a bit worn out and need replacing.
Weapon: Gloves. These gloves are made of leather and are brown in color. On them are markings of magic, and when Aeris concentrates, he can send out magic attacks with his hands. He never takes them off and it shows.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
Changed Personality: Danielle, although now not introverted or shy, is more sarcastic and tends to have fun when people suffer from it. She still works best alone, but doesn't mind working with people if it's needed.
Other: *draws a symbol for a Air-Magic attack and blasts it at other.*

--+--+---

"geez..it's collddd.."I mumbled. I slowly opened my eyes. I slowly made it over to the window fan and turned it off. I streched and looked at the pillow, deciding if I should go back to sleep or not.
"Oh, you're awake."I heard from the hallway, and got chills up my spine. My mom was in the hallway, cam-walker on foot and pocketbook at hand."Want to go to the foodstore with me?"
"I just woke up."I glared at her. She laughed sarcastically.
"I know that. I'm going downstairs to talk to Marilyn, so you can wake up while I talk to her. Johnny's outside on his scooter, and Deanna went to the post-office to mail out some more of those packages.

"sure sure..."I mumbled and she walked out the door, closing it behind her. I streched and got up, taking my pillows and my blanket off of my trundle bed, and making sure Misty wasn't under Dee's bed, I slowly pushed it under with one foot. I then moved the DVD shelf back against the wall, and opened the door.

"no..not this shirt.."I mumbled, moving hangers around. "not this one....maybe this one."I said, pulling out my navy shirt that said 'Don't forget to chew', with a cat eating a bird. Picking out my khakis was a much more simpler task. Once getting...the appropriate undergarments, I closed the door to my bedroom and got changed. After that and a round of brushing of my hair and putting on deoderant and body spray, I walked into the living room, and saw something that only came once in a blue moon.

"The computer...It's...it's a miracle."I told myself, sitting on the chair. No one was home, no one was on the computer. Mom always took a while to talk to Marilyn, so I decided to check on the RPG forum. I logged in and quickly signed onto AOL, which made my eye twitch...having to use Dial-up[*mumble*]. I placed my away message on and opened Firefox. Some typing here and there, and I got to the RPG forum...

"No one posted...as usual.."I sighed. I shouldn't of been talking, I procrastinate posting. I procrastinate a lot of things. I looked and noticed a new RPG, by a newcomer called 'Chronomantique'. I clicked on it with the scroll button to open it in a tab, and quickly got around to reading it..

" Come away with me, to a whole new time
Through thoughts and words, through rhythm and rhyme...."I slowly read to myself. Someone was a poet. However..as I read more and more of the plot, the more and more I wanted to write a signup. I decided to do so, opening up 'Wordpad' and copying and pasting the form.

I quickly decided on playing a boy. I wasn't very good at playing girls, mostly because I'm not like most girls. That and it was fun to play the opposite sex. I filled out the forum, and double checked it before copying it and pasting it into the 'Post New Reply' page. I checked it once more before pressing 'Submit', and waited.

And waited...and waited. The screen continued to stay on the page "Thank you for submitting your post." I sighed, and moved around my mouse. My computer wasn't frozen..that was for sure. I leaned in a bit closer, and saw some other text.

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?

Yes - No

I rolled my eyes..maybe it was Chris playing a 'April Fool's Day' gag, but it was June. I clicked yes, hoping it would take me to the topic.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

"Wha?"I looked at the screen in disblief. I jumped as I heard a voice in surrond sound..an evil laugh. I pressed the power button on my speakers, but that didn't help. I could feel my heart beat increasing as I looked at the screen. It was all..black. Only the text remained. The laugh continued, getting louder and louder. I looked around the room, until I felt as if I was floating, no longer on a solid object. I felt my throat tightening as everything was black except for the sentence. It slowly went away..

And so did my consciousness with it.

Aeris Levis

My eyes shot open as I regained consciousness. The floor..was hard, like the living room floor...but cold. I looked at it as it seemed to not be nade of green carpet or wood, but a marble stone. I slowly sat up, and examined my surrondings. There...were others. Some asleep, some awake. I slowly stood up, and looked at my hands..

"wha..."I mumbled. My hands felt as if I were wearing gloves, and they were covered by a brown cloth. I mumbled again..and again..until I recognized..it wasn't my voice. Nor that of a girls..but a boys. I looked at myself more..I was....WAYYYY taller that I was before( No one can call me shortie anymore. ^^ ), and I was wearing an outfit different than the one I choose that morning...

It was the one I created for my character in that RPG, Aeris Levis. Slowly, others woke as I gazed at my newfound figure....Was I dreaming? I pondered this until everyone woke, and I could hear a shirll. It was a girl, and the last one to awake. I rolled my eyes as she looked at herself in a shock, as a short man..around 4'4" or so, with a brown suit and robe walked in. He gave a 'Ahem' to calm everyone down

"Welcome." He said, in the now silence of the room. "I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure."

I took a double take. That was..the name of the poster who posted the RPG. Everyone else did a double take as someone said "Wait, you're the guy that posted that topic!"

"A topic? Is that what you call them?" He turned his head to the dark-haired..mage that said that. "But yes, Ankha-Re, I did send the message to you all. When this portal spell was invented, I knew it had to be used to fulfill that prophecy." That confirmed it..the RPG topic and this..was connected. Even if it was a dream..or reality..I got a freaky-feeling of deja-vu.

"B-but why us?" An 'archer' asked, who wore green and brown clothing. The bow was a dead give-away to her position.

Chronomantique paused for a little, hesistant to reply. "There was no choice in who was picked, Saria. All the details of the spell are still in that mage's head. Oh, and apologies for the evil laugh. The mage who created the spell has gone...insane, as you would say. A genius, but insane."

"But why did it have to change us?" The girl who shreaked before asked. I suddenly had the urge to yell and add onto her comment.

"Yeah, what the hell is wrong with my body?"I shouted, something I normally never did, "Whose body is this?!"
Chrono looked a bit puzzled as he looked at me, and others looked at me aswell."But...are you saying you did not describe yourself, Aeris? Don't you normally do that?" I shook my head, as did others, disagreeing strongly to his remark. "Well...well, I really wasn't expecting this. But you are unharmed?"

I could feel my blood boil as he finished his reply.
"Unharmed, maybe, but we definitely were not prepared for a full fu-"The shreak-girl answered him, pausing for a second for the near-use of profanity."-freakin' body makeover."

"Well, I am sure that the reverse portal spell will return you to normal, Merenwen, but I have already sealed the spell away until the evil has been vanquished, so there's no good in trying to force it out of me. Besides, as cliché as it is, you all do have a destiny to fulfill. Now come, we must go to the King. I told him I'd bring you to him."

As he lead us out of the room, I felt uneasy..and felt the need to make some sarcastic remark to relieve me of it. I thought to myself as we walked..

'What am I supposed to do now? Ryan is going to get worried..and so is mom...'



Haaa--zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I promise my character will be filled with sarcastic remarks soon.

[VirtualPlay]

Merenwen
~~~~~~~~
Well this was just great. Here I was, trapped in a girl's body for an unknown length of time, and now we have to through with our 'quest' of fighting off evil. This really was a sucky day, especially since I was having slight troubles balancing still. Fortunately I seemed to be only averagely "endowed" in front, and my height didn't seem radically different.

I started following Chronomantique as he went up to the only noticeable entrance/exit: a pair of ceiling-tall doors of the same stone as the rest of the room. They opened automatically as he walked right up to them, probably magically at that. Before I got to the door, the guy Chronomantique had called 'Ankha-Re" came up to me and asked, "So...who are we going to see?"

I sighed deeply; this really wasn't my day. "We're going…" I stopped for a second to really notice how my voice had changed, then continued, "We're going to see the king of this place, apparently. Were you even paying attention to what that short guy was saying?" I put my hand on my throat after I stopped talking and rubbed it slightly; it didn't just sound weird, it actually felt like there was something weird in my throat preventing me from talking normally.

"Um, well, he kinda talked too much so I didn't really listen," he said, then added, "He got boring pretty fast." Great, a kid with ADHD or something, just what we needed.

By now we were almost out of the room, and everyone else was in front of us and out already. Except for one: that girl who hadn't stared at me when I screamed. Not feeling all too amiable, I said, "Hey, why don't you go over and tell that girl to come on or we'll be leaving her behind." To my relief he decided this was a good idea too and turned back for her.

I walked the rest of the way out of the room, following the crowd through what looked like castle halls and using my staff for some very welcome support. At least normal girls get their bulges gradually so they can get used to them. Being suddenly top-heavy was really getting on my nerves. Still, I continued on, praying this was all just a dream or something. But I quickly ruled that thought out when I remembered how much falling down had hurt.

Suddenly I became aware of the suspicious eyes of another person; a white-haired guy was looking at me with a weird expression in his eyes. I could feel myself shrinking back under his gaze, and thought of running off when he stopped walking as fast to let me catch up to him. He was just slightly taller than me, and as he stared at me with his pale red eyes, his face rigidly set, I nearly did turn and run away.

"Listen," he said out of nowhere, making me almost trip, "I had a weird thought and it's been bugging me; if I don't ask I'm gonna go insane." I clutched my staff a little tighter, dreading the impending question. He looked up at the crowd ahead, then behind at the other two that were slowly making their way, then lowered his voice so none of them could hear. "You're not really a girl, are you?"

Trip. Clatter. SMACK. "SH¡T!" My staff flew out in front of me as I fell flat on my face and recently-acquired breasts. I felt my face grow hot from the stares I knew I was receiving, as well as from the pain in my chest. I suddenly felt a firm grip on my right arm and found myself suddenly lifted up and standing again. The mysterious white-haired guy let go of my arm and handed me my staff, then leaned closer and whispered, "I'll take that as a 'No, I'm not.'" It was all I could do to nod shortly.

"Hurry up now," I heard Chronomantique call out, disrupting the awkward silence, "the King is waiting!" The albino kid turned and walked away, giving me one more glance, and I followed slowly, letting the two others behind me catch up.

"Hey, you okay?" Ankha-Re asked. I looked up at him, surprised to see him without that perpetual smile.

"I…I could be better," I said, "but for now I'll be fine."

"Well that's good," he said, then instantly cheered up. "Hey, your name's Merenwen, right?" I nodded, getting myself used to it. "Okay, you can just call me Ankha." He held out a hand, which I reluctantly shook. But even as I did, I realized I was suddenly envious of him. He was so oblivious to all the hardships he might have, a quality I suddenly found myself wanting.
~~~~~~~~
Anjana, if I played your character wrong, just tell me and I'll fix it for ya ^^;

Well, for your next posts, just keep walking through castle halls, but don't yet get to the doors for the throne room. That'll be my next post.

[Anjana's Halo]

Nope, you did fine.


Rekli
**********
We were going to see the king. That usually would have worried me, but for some reason it didn't. For some reason, I didn't really care. He was just a king, ruler of a small kingdom compared to the rest of the world. For some reason, I was thinking differently. I was more indifferent, and I even thought about what would be the easiest way to murder every person in that room, though I didn't really have a desire to do so. It was if my mind just decided to think of that just in case. My new way of thinking made me do something else I probably wouldn't have done in real life. I decided to ask the girl Merenwen a personal question.

She seemed to notice me staring at her long before I actually said something. She gripped her staff, which seemed to be her only means of support. I talked to her.

"Listen, I had a weird thought and it's been bugging me; if I don't ask I'm gonna go insane." At least I was still talking normally, if you discounted the fact that I spoke several octaves lower than normal. "You're not really a girl, are you?"

She tripped and lost her grip on the staff, causing her to tumble and curse. That answered my question. Girls had a different center of gravity than boys, and he/she must not have as good of balance as me to compensate. I took ahold of her arm and lifted her up, then handed her the staff she had been carrying.

"I'll take that as a 'No, I'm not.'" She nodded back.

"Hurry up now, the King is waiting!" Chronomantique called out. After one more quick glance at Merenwen, I walked to the front of the procession. My mind instantly told me I should be in the back, because an attack might come from behind. I told my mind to shove it. Why was I thinking like this?

[Roy Karrde]

[color=pink] Adalia
-=-=-=-=-=-=-

We began to walk down the long hallway toward the king; I was so small, so insignificant. I used to tower over almost everyone, now I leaned on my attacker now friend for support. I glanced up at him, and he looked back down and smiled at me before looking straight ahead again. I turned back and looked down, past my little breasts, I could see my little feet. They had to be 1/5th the size of my old feet. How they could even keep me up I had no idea.

I sighed; my eyes had dried up a bit after crying a small bit. Which struck me as odd, I never cried in public. Never ever did I cry in public, now I did, and I was scared, which should be natural since I was in a foreign body. I looked back up to my friend who was helping me walk by allowing me to hold onto his arm with my long nails and small hand. I studied his face for a second, taking in the details of his poofy hair and green eyes. It was weird but, I felt a bit happy to have him next to me, it was a fuzzy feeling that was inside of my stomach. The feeling I had while I was around Dani. I quickly shook my head of the thoughts. I was not attracted to a guy I was not gay. I hated this stupid stupid body, and it’s stupid feelings.

The sound of a fall and thud broke my thoughts. I looked forward to see a girl be helped off the ground and given back a staff that she leaned heavily on while walking. Just like how I leaned heavily on my friend. Wait… she was leaning heavily on the staff like she couldn’t walk straight. She might just be like me, some one who is having a lot of trouble operating this new body. Maybe I wasn’t just the only one that got turned into a girl. Maybe, just maybe she could help me, help me adjust to being like this.

“I..I’m going to go talk to her” I said in my now sweet and girlish voice. I winced hearing the sound of it. Who ever did this; I was going to… do something really bad to them. It was funny, I couldn’t think of something actually that bad to do. Usually I could come up with a delicious way to come up with revenge, now I was drawing a blank. I left my friend’s arm and almost stumbled over, I had to get used to walking, so I took one step, and then another, and then another. Slowly I got used to balancing myself and took a few more steps, and a few more; finally I was able to move my self in step with the girl that had fallen earlier. “Can I talk…to her for a minute, sir, please” I said as politely as I could, keeping my hands clasped in front of me and smiling as sweetly as I could.

“Sure, I guess” He replied walking ahead keeping pace a few steps ahead of us.

The girl looked down at me, with a bit of a questioned look on her face. “We’re..the same” I whispered to her, trying to keep my voice down.

“The same?” She replied

“I’m…a boy too,” I said saying the last part quickly so that no one else could hear me, my cheeks flushed quickly from the statement.

“How, is it that obvious?” She replied in the same hushed tone. I nodded slowly I guess it wasn’t that obvious, well it was to me at least but that was only because I was in the same situation.

“May I ask you a question?” I asked as politely as I possibly could. She nodded as I tried to figure the ways of phrasing the question. I felt like I was playing a very annoying game of guess who. The person next to me, I had seen her before, I knew I had seen her somewhere…but where? Then it struck me; there were only a few people that would play off a look like that, me being one of them. “Mike? Is that you?” I asked my voice in a quiet hush hush tone.

“H-How’d you know who I am?” She asked shaking like a leaf and hanging onto the staff for dear life, her eyes seemed so wide that they could actually be the openings of a tunnel.

I looked down a bit ashamed that I had scared her, and actually kind of fearful of what she would do to me, if she could hurt me. “Same way that you most likely know who I am, the way you look” I said, feeling my cheeks blush. I waited a minute or two; I could feel her eyes staring at me, sizing me up.

“…Ryan? Holy crap is that really you?” She asked her voice seemed incredibly loud. I froze in my tracks, my body shaking a bit in shock, the blood most likely drained from my face.

“Don’t tell anyone,” I pleaded as quickly as I could when I realized that he might go on and tell everyone else. If Danielle was here, somewhere, if she found out what I was now, I didn’t even want to think of the consequences.

“I wont tell anyone if you don’t want me to” She added, some of my tension drained away yet a lot of it remained. I began to walk again slowly keeping in step with him. Behind me I heard some one almost stumble as if in shock. I turned to see a pretty tall boy with emerald eyes catch his step and continue walking, our eyes met for a second and then I turned back. Did he just hear her? He was close enough to hear judging from his distance. Did he know that it was me? Did I know him?

I faced forward and tried to walk, it was a bit harder now, and my mind was focused on too many things. Walking, Mike who was now a girl, and that he knew my name. Everything was just, everything was just too much. I missed a step and my body began to tumble forward. I closed my eyes bracing for the impact that never came. Instead I felt a strong yank on my arm, almost knocking it out of the socket. I swung my head around; opening my eyes to see Mike hanging onto my arm, and quickly used it to stand me up straight. “I know it’s hard to walk, just try and be careful,” She said quickly. I nodded back feeling fully embarrassed for what happened. She let go of my hand, which I quickly moved back to clasp together with my other hand as I returned to walking only now taking much smaller steps.

“You okay?” My poofy haired friend that had helped me earlier asked as I found myself falling more and more instep with him again. I shook my head no, how could I be okay? I was scared, and frightened at the same time, and I just wanted all this to end, why wouldn’t it end? Worst of all I now had a strong pressure feeling in my bladder from all the worrying. And I was getting kind of hungry too. I sighed mentally smacking myself for not taking care of those needs before sitting down at the computer earlier. Why wouldn’t all of this just end?

[Toxicity]

<>Saria<>

To be honest, my transfer into this body of Saria didn't seem too much different, aside from now being three inches taller in height, more lithe in build, and having these highlights of green in my dark hair. Part of me actually felt comfortable, since majority of the time I have some personal connection to my characters, as much of an "oddball" among girls I was like my friend, Danielle...I wondered about her, and her boyfriend, Ryan, all of the sudden.

Sighing, I looked ahead of me at a young girl slightly more than half a foot shorter than I, with black hair. I could sense an aura of sadness in her small stature, and I actually...sympathized. She also seemed oddly familiar, but I shook my head and just continued walking ahead of me, remaining ignored as if this were most of my social life.

As much as they chose to not pay attention to me, I actually felt comfortable with it deep inside. As much as I longed for acceptance, an ability to socialize was one thing I lacked according to my own mother. I don't understand, since people actually do like me online. Then again, most people I know aren't exactly ordinary themselves. Shrugging my shoulders and burying those thoughts deep down, I glanced around at the semi-interesting architecture as others began talking to each other.

[Siderous]

Real Name: Alex
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet around people he doesn't know, talkative to his friends. Alex tends to make some snide comments a lot, too. He's very nice, and very helpful. If someone has a problem, he will do his best to fix it.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
Name: Florence Hayra (pronounced "aiee-rah")
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Bodily Appearance: Face: Green eyes; straight, long, blue hair that falls to his shoulders. Smooth complextion and a dashing smile. Rest of body: Kinda big, but not like Hulk big- we're talking Swartzenneger big. Skin: Dark peach, though there are some obvious battle scars scattered around his body.
Clothing Appearance: First layer: Orange cloth vest and orange pants (ever see Goku in DragonballZ?) Second layer: Leather long-sleeve shirt and dragon-hide pants that reach down past his ankles. Third layer: Lightwieght chainmail that covers his neck and arms. Fourth layer: Blood red steel plates across the torso and arms. Extras: Florence has a pair of dragon-hide gloves and boots.
Weapon: Main weapons: Two swords placed on his right and left hip in sheaths. Just for good measure, he has a two-handed broadsword hanging from his back. Other: Florence carries two small daggers on the outsides of his boots.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
Changed Personality: There used to be times when Alex couldn't help someone because of the lack of physical strength... that's not a problem now as Florence, so he tends to try and show off some of his strength, using muscle before using his head.
Other: I feel no pity in doing this. *takes his two-handed broadsword and slices Other in half, then chops it to tiny pieces with his other two swords.* Would anyone like some "other" soup?

Alex

((This actually happened... except of course the whole getting sucked into the computer lol.))

The front door to my house was locked, again. "Damn," I thought. "God... why do you hate me?"

I had just gotten home from my fourth soccer game (I referee's them,) and was now sitting outside my house, waiting for someone to get home. My garage door opener was broken- it had been for about a week- so usually my parents kept the front door unlocked. Unfortunately, today was not my lucky day.

Removing my sweaty referee jersey, I took a seat in the back of my car, and waited. About twenty minutes later, my brother came home. "Ungh, thank God it wasn't an hour wait, like Tuesday," I thought. The two of us went inside the house.

"Finally," I thought, as I sat down in front of the computer in the den. "I get to finish posting." Work and parental controls usually consumed all posting time for me, but I had the rest of the day to myself. Quickly I logged on to my newest favorite posting site, Pokemasters, and scanned the rpgs. "What? Nobody posted? Wow..." I wasn't mad; I understood that sometimes real life can get in the way of posting time, so the fact that none of the whopping ten members that role played posted that day wasn't too surprising.

As I searched through my usual role playing threads, I came across a new one, created by a new member named "Chronomantique." Curious, I clicked on the topic and read this:

Come away with me, to a whole new time
Through thoughts and words, through rhythm and rhyme.
Away to a place, thought up in your mind.
Pick a role, play your part, use all that you find.
Work together, work alone, do whatever you will,
But remember your quest lingers over you still.
Don't hesitate now, there's no need to be scared.
Adventure awaits, but are you really prepared?

"Interesting," I thought, reading through the rest of the plot. "Well, why not... I'm sure one of those other threads are bound to die, maybe this one will thrive..." I filled out the sign up form, and clicked "Submit."

There was the usual, "Thank you for submitting your post," but this time it stayed longer than usual. "Come on, this is why we got DSL," I thought, shuddering at the memory of dial up. Upon closer observation, however, I noticed that the screen had changed. It read:

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?
Yes - No

"That's odd..." I thought. Quickly I minimized the screen, and ran Ad-Aware. Not too long after, the program told me that his computer was not infected with any viruses.
"Hum," I mumbled to himself, "must be a new feature." I clicked "yes," thinking, "I hope this doesn't link me to some porn site or something..." Another blood-red sentence appeared:

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

A loud, booming laugh echoed throughout the small room. I flinched, and reached for the speakers. "My sister must have been listening to music recently!" I thought furiously, as I tried to turn down speakers.

To my horror, I noticed that not only was the voice not getting softer, but my hand had dissappeared in a black void that was quickly spreading from the computer screen.
"Huh? Hey...!" I yelled, but was soon overtaken by the darkeness. I felt like my head was spinning in all different directions, and finally I fainted...

Florence

I awoke with a headache, and a sharp pain in my back. "Ungh..." I moaned, reaching up and rubbing my pounding head. "What the heck happened?" I thought groggily, trying to push myself up.

When I touched the ground, I stopped. "I'm on the ground," I thought. "Why am I on the ground? And why is there no carpet?" It was true; the ground felt cold and hard beneath me. "Marble?" I thought as I felt how smooth the ground was. As I felt around, my hands brushed against something metal...

Slowly, I opened my eyes. When they finally focused, I was staring at a very colorful ceiling. I rolled his head left and right, and noticed some other people were lying on the floor, too. "And with strange outfits, too," I thought.

The pain in my back began to bother me, so I pushed myself up into a sitting position. "Whoa," I said, my body beginning to tilt back towards the ground. Something was weighing me down a little on my back. Instinctively, I reached back and felt... wait, that couldn't be right...

With my other hand, I reached over my head, and felt the hilt of a sword. "You've got to be kidding me," I thought. Looking on the ground to my right, I saw what it was I felt earlier when I'd first woke up. Two beautifully forged swords were lying parallel to each other on the ground. I looked down at his waist, thinking perhaps this dream had given me a sheath or two to hold the swords...

"Whoa."

I finally noticed how red I had become. I had a blood-red steel plate covering my upper torso and arms. I was wearing a pair of long, brown and tough-looking pants and boots. My legs didn't feel leather pressed against them, though; I figured I probably had another pair of pants underneath them.

Checking beneath the steel plates, I found chainmail. "Hey, wait a minute..." I thought, pausing. My mind finally clicked. "This is the same outfit I created for my rpg character!" Sure enough, an orange vest was hidden beneath a leather long-sleeve shirt which was underneath the chainmail. "That means... man, this is gonna be weird..." My hand shook as I reached up and pulled my now-long hair in front of my eyes.

"Blue..." I smiled. "I have long, blue hair..." I couldn't tell, but I was sure that my eyes were probably green, too. "Total awesomeness..." I finally realized that I was no longer Alex; I had become the character I'd created known as Florence Hayra.

I stood up from the hard ground and stretched my back. I noticed that my body had grown a lot; for one, I actually had muscles. I bent down, picked up the two swords, and placed them neatly in their sheaths. I noticed that nobody else had awoken just yet, so I decided to explore a little... not that there was anything to explore, considering the room looked pretty bare besides the sleeping others.

I walked over to a wall (I would have gone to a corner, but the room was spherical, thus, no corner,) and sat. Soon after, a few of the others began waking up. I was pretty eager to find out just what was going on. Something kept nagging at me; these were all different types of characters. Was I going to have to fight them? I'd taken a few weeks of sword fighting lessons, ((It's true!)) but what could a sword do when someone else had a bow and arrow? Swords are more deadly close range, but are useless when fighting across a room...

One of the girls screamed when she looked down at her chest. "Probably a guy," I chuckled silently to myself. Suddenly, a little man seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Ahem," spoke the man. "Welcome."

The rest of the conversation went quickly. I hadn't spoken; I guess I had just seemed to take in the whole thing better than the others. One thing I always believed was, you get along better in life if you just accept what happens to you. As unbelievable as it seemed, I still had to grip this new reality and go with it.

Soon we were being led out of the room. I picked myself up, and fell in step behind a female. She looked like an archer; dark green hair, and a dark green tunic. Kind of like the female version of Peter Pan, only she had a bow around her waist and a quiver tied to her back.

After a little while of walking, I thought to myself, "Hey, I may have to fight these people... perhaps I should make some friends, since I seem to be one of the only ones here without a buddy..." I was of course referring to the fact that there were two clumsy girls with two guys, and they all seemed to know each other already.

I picked up the walking pace a little, and soon I was beside the archer I'd been following.
"Um, hi," I began, not really sure how to begin the conversation. "So... this is kind of weird, huh?"
The girl looked at me, not really sure how to respond. After all, I hadn't said a word this whole time, and I was kinda in the back; she probably didn't notice me till now.
"Oh... hi. Um, yeah... weird..." There was some silence. "I'm Saria."
I smiled. "I'm... Florence," I said, almost forgetting that I was no longer Alex here. "I guess you can just call me Flo."
"Is that your real name? I mean, the name you had before you filled out that sign-up form..."
"Nope. Actually, I used to role play on this Tenth Kingdom site as a dragon ruler with the name Florence all the time. I thought it went well with this rpg..."

There was more silence once I brought up "this rpg."

She broke the silence once more. "What do you think's gonna happen to us?"
"Dunno. I just hope I don't have to fight you," I joked. "That's one mean bow you've got."
"Yeah, but it'll be useless if we fought closely. You'd obviously win that one," she said, pointing at my rather large broadsword sticking out of my back sheath.
I thought about that for a second. "You know... you've got long range, and I've got short range. How about we watch each other's backs? You know how these role playing things go, they're always the best when you've got a buddy with you..."

[Arnen]

~Real Name: Erin
~Gender: Female
~Personality: Imagine a hyper goth nerd (Or hyerdoth, as she likes to call it XD) Likes some people, detests others. She's hyper when she's with her friends, but when stuck with people she doesn't like, she closes up and doesn't talk much, save for the occasional heartfelt insult. Likes "guy stuff" meaning video games and such, mostly hangs out with guys, and doesn't like being treated like she's retarded just because she's a girl (meaning guys opening the door for her, etc. -- her philosophy on this is "I have hands, don't I? Open the door for me when I have none.") Tends to be level-headed and sometimes overly-cautious, unwilling to take chances unless she's sure there's a good chance she can come out on top.
-- -- RPG FORM START -- --
~Name: Thalanaysion (Ta-lah-nay-shun; Tala for short... and yes I am more crazy than usual to come up with that one off the top of my head)
~Gender: Male
~Class: Archer
~Bodily Appearance: Average height and weight with a build that is more sinew than muscle and a healthy, natural tan. He has a short crop of messy, dirty-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His smile is pretty much the definission of dashing, with straight white teeth. He has a slightly aqueline nose and has pewter studs in the lobes of both ears, with a hoop in the caritiledge of the left. A small scar marks his right hand, a little nick right between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, from when he nicked himself training with his bow when he was little. On his back, right between his shoulder blades, is a black tattoo of a falcon with spread wings.
~Clothing Appearance: He wears tight dark brown (almost black but still quite distinguishable) hide: long pants and a shirt with sleeves that cut off at the shoulders and has a wide collar, going down his back to show the top portion of his tattoo. His boots are made of the same material and go up almost to his knees, the top portion folding over at the top (like Paine's from FFX-2 only a different color). Also wears underwear and socks ((again with the whole not being there thing XD))
~Weapon: A slender ebony longbow.
-- -- RPG FORM FINISH -- --
~Changed Personality: Not too much of a change here. More quiet than before and finds it difficult to open up to people, but is also more reckless and adventurous. Tends to use five-word sentances (or, you know, really short ones) unless he really has something to say.
~Other: *shoots other through its nonexistant heart*


~`~`Erin, Bored Teenager`~`~

It was all I could do not to conk out and drool all over my keyboard. Conversation over MSN had ground to a halt, Gaia was down, and none of my friends were on Rune Scape. My boyfriend wasn't even on. I was stuck staring at my animation on Windows Media Player, "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence blasting through the twin speakers on either side of the moniter as I abused the refresh button. As interesting as the moving colors and shapes on the player were, I craved neurological simulation.

I clicked refresh on all of the several browser windows I had open once again, and I decided to watch my usual haunt around Pokemasters, the RPG forum. No new posts in any of my RPGs, and I was too tired to write anything out at the moment. Then I noticed a new topic. The poster's name wasn't ringing any bells, so either someone had changed their name or this was a newbie. Usually newbies didn't make very good RPGs, but I liked to check out the fresh meat. Besides, most of the games I was in had died anyway. I was bored, and infamous for doing crazy things when bored. Things I sometimes regret.

At first it seemed pretty ho-hum and basic. But as I continued, it somehow seemed like it had the potential to be one of the greatest RPGs ever. As is my habit, I had already began formulating a character in my head, pretty much falling in love with their concept. This time I planned to play a male character, which wouldn't be a problem for me since I played plenty of both male and female characters. I copied and pasted the form, filling it out with renewed vigor, added in colors and such, and clicked submit.

"What... Grah!" The screen had frozen on the "thank you for submitting your post" screen, which was odd since my computer had been bought top-of-the-line not much more than a month ago and I had never had problems with it freezing. Something seemed off. I leaned in and squinted closer, on a whim, and saw that it actually read:

Are you sure you want to take part in this adventure?
Yes - No

Thinking it might have been a joke, or a fluke, or just a new feature of some kind, I clicked yes.

Thank you for becoming a part of this adventure.

The words burned red on a solid black screen. It was frozen again, and I was about to try refreshing the page when I heard something that sent a chill down my spine. Disembodied laughter that definitely wasn't coming from my speakers. In an attempt to locate the source, I tilted back in the folding chair I was stuck with till I could afford a better one and looked around my room. My TV was turned off, and my stereo was still packed from the move a few months back. I was the only one in the house besides the dog. So where was that coming from?

Then it seemed someone turned down the brightness in my room. It wasn't because my vision was blurry from lack of contacts, not like a cloud had passed over the sun outside, but like my vision was gradually growing dark. I stared back at my computer, but I could no longer see anything but that single red sentance. My music was coming thorugh fuzzy, then it lessened until I couldn't hear it at all. I had enough time to think, What the hell is going on here?! before it flickered off, and I lost consciousness.


=-->Thalanaysion, aka Tala - Very confused Archer<--=

The first thing I noticed when I came around was that I was definitely not lying on carpet. It felt like some kind of tile or stone. The second thing I noticed was that I wasn't wearing my watch, fishnet gloves, or mood ring, which I always wore unless I was sleeping of taking a shower, so I felt oddly naked. Then I realised that I was lying on my stomach and feeling pressure in the wrong places. For one thing, I could feel the cold surface of the floor beneath my chest, but it felt all wrong. It should have hurt, or at least been bothersome, but it didn't feel anything like that. And something else, something much more private, felt terribly, terribly wrong.

I sat bolt upright. I knew immediately what was wrong, having role-played it several times before. I frowned and looked myself over to make sure I wasn't just going crazy (well, crazier.) Tight dark leather clothes. Bow at my waist, quiver strapped across my shoulder and hanging at my back. A few locks of dirty-blonde hair were falling into my eyes. Just how I had envisioned my character for that new RPG. I groaned inwardly.

Great, so just when guys start to like me, I become one! I bit my lip, brow furrowed, and closed my eyes as I tried to think clearly and not rip my new hair out. Ok, I'm in the body of a guy several years older and in considerably better shape than me. Could be worse, right? Right!?! I opened my eyes and shifted to a cross-legged position. Usually I would have almost been in tears by now, but for some reason I wasn't. I sighed, but my little pity party was interrupted by a shreik.

Finally posessing the sense to look about myself, I turned my head to see a girl who looked completely freaked out, apparently the cause of the scream. I counted eight people besides myself, and we seemed to be in a round stone chamber of some sort. I spotted what looked like the entrance, some sort of midget humanoid with a huge hat on standing in front of it. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and then commenced to speak.

"Welcome. I am Chronomantique, and I thank you all for accepting your role in this adventure." His voice was a complete throw-off, deep and powerful despite his diminutive figure. It took me a moment to recognize the name as the one who had created the new RPG.

"Wait, you're the guy that posted that topic!" Thank you, Mr. Obvious. The speaker appeared to be a mage or something, wearing a black cape lined with what looked like rabbit fur. I flinched; I have a soft spot for rabbits, guinea pigs, and such small animals, and the thought of tearing apart a bunny and using it to line a cape sickened me. In any case, the other people in the room seemed to be as shocked as I was, so I assumed they were all from Pokemasters. At least I'm stuck with people I know, I thought.

"A topic? Is that what you call them?" He looked over at the bunny-killer. "But yes, Ankha-Re, I did send the message to you all. When this portal spell was invented, I knew it had to be used to fulfill that prophecy." Message, portal spell, prophecy... Uh-huuuuh...... Why can't they ever just spell it out? I like things spelled out for me. That's why Ghost in the Shell makes my head hurt....

"B-but why us?" some archer chick whined. Why us, indeed?

"There was no choice in who was picked, Saria." His answer seemed hesitant. "All the details of the spell are still in that mage's head. Oh, and apologies for the evil laugh. The mage who created the spell has gone...insane, as you would say. A genius, but insane." Great, super-intelligent madman. That can't bode well.

"But why did it have to change us?" the girl who had screamed demanded. Her tone seemed to set Shorty (Chronomantique, of course) off.

"Yeah, what the hell is wrong with my body? Whose body is this?!" someone else, a mage by the looks of him, shouted.

"But... are you saying you did not describe yourself, Aeris? Don't you normally do that?" Of course, who wouldn't want to role-play as a 15-year-old girl with no life? DUH. "Well... Well, I really wasn't expecting this. But you are unharmed?" I rolled my eyes. Not hurt, maybe, but I'd say a surprise sex-change would count as harm, wouldn't it? Psychological harm, at least?

"Unharmed, maybe, but we definitely were not prepared for a full fu -- freakin' body makeover!" the screamer girl piped up again. It sounded as if she might explode if she dared utter any profanities. I murmered my consent nonetheless, holding my tongue.

"Well, I am sure that the reverse portal spell will return you to normal, Merenwen." A glimmer of hope sparked for a second, before, "... but I have already sealed the spell away until the evil has been vanquished." Damn, that sucks. "So there's no good in trying to force it out of me." Aww, but can't I at least try? Stupid f***in' midget... "Besides, as cliché as it is, you all do have a destiny to fulfill. Now come, we must go to the King. I told him I'd bring you to him."

"Oh boy, we're off to see the king of the psychos who just messed up my whole life. Can't wait," I grumbled as I attempted to stand. I wasn't used to this body, and because I was used to being pretty top-heavy, I kept balancing backwards and falling back onto my butt. Plus my legs were shorter than this, so they were awkward to move around. I was about ready to just say screw this and stay where I was when I sort of got the hang of it, using the wall for balance. But I only made it a few steps before my legs shot out from under me.

"Damn it!" I hissed, biting the inside of my lip in frustration. Off on a high fantasy adventure, the likes of which I had never dreamed.
If I could make it to the door, that is.

And by the way, I believe the plural of staff is staves

[Fai D. Flowright]

~-:+=:|Ankha-Re Krudas||Scribe Mage|:=+:-~

I watched from behind as the screechy girl and my younger friend talked, but in a matter of seconds, the little one stumbled forward over her own feet! I started to lunge to try and save her from a face plant to the stone floors, but the woman beside her snatched her by the arm before she could reach the ground. "Phew! That was close... Maybe that loud girl isn't so bad."

I ran up to them, curious as to the girl's condition. "You okay?" I turned and smiled at her. The other girl seemed to look at me with a intrigued look, as though she had seen me before all this had happened. I lowered an eyebrow at her and looked back down at the girl. "I don't think I caught your name, little one!"

"I thought you knew! It's Ry-" the boisterous one almost shouted, but she was cut off by a nudging foot to her shin. "Huh... OH! SHIT! Umm... Nevermind!" She scratched at the back of her head. The short one seemed aggrivated by the other's lack of thought on the matter.

"I'm...," she thought for a moment, "...Adalia." She smiled, but something else seemed to be bothering her. The glint of light that bounced off her eyes said so.

We continued to walk on down the hall, doors passing us left and right. 'Well, Adalia, I am...," I thought to myself as she had...... I'm obviously not myself, so I can't say Tony. So I must be..." I stopped in my footsteps. Completely, utterly, and totally stiff; as if my body had been flash frozen. My body twitched as the puzzle pieces that finally came together made sense. "I'm-I'm ANKHA-RE!"

I came back from my thought to a concerned Adalia pulling at my right hand, and a confused Marenwen (I pressumed that to be her name from the short man in the bowler hat) snapping in my face. My eye twitched once more at the sight. "You must be.... who?" Adalia questioned, now that I was back from my thought. I wouldn't dare reveal who I was at the time, so the next best thing came to mind.

"Oh yeah! I'm Ankha-Re!" I smiled happily, "Just Ankha is fine too." Marenwen snuck a little smirk and we began walking down the hall again under force of the rather impatient Mage.

The three of us walked silently, but my concentration on the king slowly faded as the mysterious doors of the hallway passed us by. It wasn't long before I stopped again, staring deeply at a wooden door that led to who-knew-where! "Hmm... Wonder what else is in this castle besides this long, boring corridor." I reached for the metal handle on the door. I was stopped by Adalia. She stared at me with those forlorned eyes and I couldn't help but drop my head in surrender. "All right... You win..."

"Keep up you two!" Chronomantique scolded Adalia and I, "We're already late as it is!" He continued on as the throne room doors came into sight. I looked back down at Adalia once again and we both made a little grin that sarcastically shouted, "We didn't mean it..."

[M1ND G4ME]

Yo, I don't know if you wanted me to post in here or something.. I got an lsu in the other topic, This sounds fun

[VirtualPlay]

Alright, we only lost a couple posts, so I'm just gonna repost them here. (Hopefully there's no character limit for posts...)

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Merenwen
~~~~~~~~
Wow, I thought I had it rough, being turned into a girl. But it was nothing compared to Ryan's predicament. At least I was still about the same age, and close to the same height; Ryan really got the 'short' end of the deal, quite literally. And while I was already (strangely) getting used to walking with the extra appendages, Ryan, in Adalia's body, had to accommodate them too, while also taking in the fact that Adalia was a lot shorter.

A sudden flash of movement made me react without thinking. Using my staff for support, I had grabbed onto Ry- no, Adalia's arm. Looking down at the tiny arm I was holding, I realized that while it was Ryan on the inside, this body was not his. I pulled hi- her back up and quickly whispered, "I know it's hard to walk, just try and be careful." I said it quickly because Ankha was catching up. As R- Adalia started taking smaller steps, I moved ahead and let Ankha be with her. Hopefully he'd be able to cheer her up.

"You okay?" he said as he caught up. Adalia nodded slightly, looking up at him. Ankha continued, "I don't think I caught your name, little one!"

For a split second I saw an expression that looked more like Ryan flash over Adalia's face. When she suddenly spoke, it sounded like Ryan's tone of voice, "I thought you knew! I'm Ry-" My foot to her shin to stop her from revealing her secret couldn't have been any closer. "Huh... OH! SH¡T! Um, never mind!" She looked down and scratched her head, then more quietly said, "I'm…Adalia."

"Well, Adalia, I am…" he started, then seemed to freeze mid-sentence. As in, everything but his legs pushing him forward just stopped moving. Adalia moved to his side and started pulling on his right arm, but he still didn't react. Praying I'd be able to keep my balance, I moved in front of him and started walking backwards. When I felt like I was stable doing that, I reached out and started snapping in his face.

Suddenly his face twitched and his eyes focused again. I almost started to lose my balance at his sudden change, but managed to keep from even wobbling. "You must be…" Adalia started, paused, and added, "…who?"

"Oh yeah! I'm Ankha-Re!" he said, smiling happily. "Just Ankha is fine too." I smirked; yeah, he was crazy in the head. At least he wasn't denying it.

I then turned my focus to the white-haired guy who had gone ahead of me. If Ryan being here in Adalia meant that these people were all posters at the board, then I should at least see if I could find out who it was. Heck, even the name of the person in this world would be better than complete anonymity. Fortunately he wasn't talking to anyone else, so I went right up to him. Then just as suddenly I felt like backing off, even though nothing was indicating that I do so.

I was about to speak when he turned his head suddenly and looked at me. I almost shrank back, but then realized that it wouldn't be a good thing to look like I was terrified of him. "Um, sorry," I started, "but I never caught your name…"

His fierce eyes stared at me as he opened his mouth, started saying, "It's…" then for about half a second faltered into a look of slight shock and confusion before hardening again, after which he finished with, "…Rekli. And you're Merenwen, right?" I nodded, looking down as I suddenly remembered the source of that name. I got a further shock as he continued talking to me, "At least, here you're Merenwen, and here I'm Rekli…" I looked up at him and saw that his face wasn't set anymore, but instead seemed to be lost in thought.

At the same time a startling realization hit me. As I looked at Rekli, I fought my resistance and whispered, "You're like me too, aren't you?" The look in his eyes confirmed it more than the solemn nod he gave. "W-who are you?" I managed to stutter out.

"You…probably wouldn't know me," he said, "I haven't…well, hadn't posted in that forum for a while…"

"Try me," I said, more harshly than I meant. "I've been there almost four years now. Four years of 'Font Comic Sans MS-ing' my way through more than my share of RPGs, so I'm pretty sure…I'd remember…a name…" I stopped talking when I realized Rekli was practically staring at me in shock.

He opened his mouth to speak, "Mi-"

But with an even louder voice than before, CM (Chronomantique) chose that time to announce, "We have arrived!" With an almost-as-loud 'bang' a huge pair of wooden doors opened up, revealing a very large room, adorned with all the fixings of a typical throne room. It was vacant except for two knight guards at the door, the person who had to be the King sitting on the throne, and one other person, slightly taller than CM but slightly rounder yet with the same aura of "importance", standing a few feet away from the throne. He, however, was wearing clothes more to the time-period.

"Welcome, destined ones!" The King said, rising up as CM led us along the red carpet up to the steps that the throne was on. "Guards, please leave us! I wish to talk in private." With a lot of clanking metal, the guards walked out and slammed the doors shut.

For the next half hour it was as if we were in a military debriefing. The King introduced himself as King Melchior, and the man to his side was another mage, Belthazar, and he said that we were in the kingdome of Mandedor. King Melchior explained in greater detail the events behind the war between Patteron and Talmina—too much detail, in my opinion, so even I stopped really listening. The only thing new I got out of it was that there were monsters roaming the lands outside of each kingdom.

He also explained how each of us would 'level up' as I put it. The Warriors would drain the strength of creatures they slay and would slowly build their own physical strength from that. Archers would drain the strength and the life force of slain creatures and increase their archery skill and be able to unleash a few special abilities (he mentioned that regenerating arrows would be learned early on). As for us mages, while we each 'leveled up' by absorbing the life force of monsters we killed, each of us would learn different attacks and have different means of using them. I was relieved to know that spells would just come to me, and even more relieved when Melchior said we would learn our first spells overnight.

Then it was Belthazar's turn to talk. "I have for each of you a special wallet. Just as each of you will be able to drain the life force and strength of monsters on the fields, so will these pouches be able to absorb some and turn that into gold and silver. With this you can buy items or use it to stay at any inn you come across."

"While we're on the topic," King Melchior spoke up again, "while the inn here in Mandedor will let you stay free, you will not be welcomed as readily in any other kingdom. It is unlikely that even our neighbor of Kelhorn will even recognize your names, never mind your faces. I ask that you please rest up now, for it is almost evening and night falls quickly in Mandedor."

And with that we were led out through a few pairs of large doors, into the town. The first thing I thought of was, 'When did we get to Middle Earth?' The town was very much like Rohan from Return of the King. It wasn't too large, but it held a couple thousand people easily. The sky was slowly darkening, as the sun had already gone down below the horizon. A slow, cool breeze blew and I became re-aware of the fact that I was wearing a skirt.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" someone said, and the rest of us agreed that there was nothing, so we started walking down the pathway, hoping to find the inn quickly.
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Don't go into the inn yet, and make sure the people walking around give strange glances. After all, we're wearing rather intricate clothing, and they're probably used to plain stuff.

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Anjana's Halo
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Rekli
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Merenwen spoke to me again. That surprised me to no end. Even in real life, I could be a hard person to approach. Now with the gruff aura of Rekli, it was nigh impossible. Just as I did, she must have realized all the people here were posters from the forums. She kept pressing to know my real name, or at least the name I used on the forum. I stalled, saying I haven't been on in a long time, which was true. I had been busy with school and had found myself unable to post. In truth, I didn't want to say for two reasons. One, I have a thing about giving away my name and two, this person might find out I'm a girl. Well, I don't know why that would embarrass me. Merenwen was basically in the same predicament. So I tried to guess her name.

"Mi-" was all I got out. CM interrupted us to annouce we had arrived.

We met the king, who went into a very long and detailed speech about the woes of the country. I used part of my mind for blocking out the boring parts, and the other part for determining the best route to intercept the guards of they moved in this way or that way, and the best escape routes if reinforcements arrived. Rekli seemed to be very paranoid, but it was in a protective way. It didn't cloud his judgement, it enhanced it. I found myself thinking of it like a game, though it was a game to determine how people would die. Eventually, the king got to the point and asked for our aid as the chosen heroes. We also received magical wallets and instructions on how to use our powers. Basically, the warriors would draw the strength out of those they killed to enhance our own powers. After a few final words, we set out for the inn.

I decided to take the initiative and talk to Merenwen again. After all, we were both stuck in this medieval world in completely different genders. We might as well get to know each other.

"Merenwen," I said approaching her from behind. She turned to look up at me, surprised. She still had that slightly scared look on her face. "Do you really want to know who I am in real life?"

"Well, yes," she replied. I took a deep breath

"You probably wouldn't know my real world name; I never gave it out. But in the forums I'm Anjana's Halo."

"Anjana's...You're Anjana?"

"Yes, now who are you?"

"I'm..." She dropped to a whisper. "Mike."

"Mike? Seriously? I guess that makes sense. Weird that we're thrown together like this, huh?"

"Yeah..." She began looking around her. "Have you noticed the looks we're getting?" I had, but I only paid them little mind till now. I guess we really did look like a motley crew. We were wearing far more dazzling clothes than any of the simple townsfolk.

"I guess we won't win any points in the stealth department." I said in jest.

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PoLHaruko-san
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Aeris Levis

I continued to listen into the conversation the others were having, while paying attention to where exactly we were heading. Listening in...I discovered that I wasn't the only one who used to be a TPM'er. A short, archer like girl had given her true identity away to a mage....the archer being Ryan. And while it was a sorta shock that he was here, it wasn't a shock that he was in a girls body. Not to mention a small girls body. I also learned some names of the others....

Ankha-Re...Ankha for short, was another mage. Merenwen was a mage aswell...but I wasn't sure on who was really who. Mike, VirtualPlay, normally played an equal number of girl characters and boy characters. Tsuki..was hard to tell. Laura, Sango, normally played girls. I wasn't sure who else could possibly join this so-called 'RPG', but I continued to keep an eye out and watched movements as everyone talked. I soon learned of Rekli, a warrior, as Merenwen was talking to her.

"Try me," Merewen said, a bit of a harsh-ness tone to her voice "I've been there almost four years now. Four years of 'Font Comic Sans MS-ing' my way through more than my share of RPGs, so I'm pretty sure…I'd remember…a name…"

Mike?! Typical....I felt a little bit of shock in my face, but it didn't last long.

"We have arrived!" Chrono picked the perfect time to finally announce our arrival. The doors opened up to reveal a very..typical royal-throne-room. Fixings on the wall, floor and the throne made it all obvious. Besides the king, 2 guards stood in the room..who both had that spine-chilling aura of importance to them.
"Welcome, destined ones!" The King said, rising up as Chrono walked us along the lush red carpet and to be before the steps that led to the kings throne. "Guards, please leave us! I wish to talk in private." And with that, and sounds of clanking metal, the 2 guards left the room.

For the next while, the king properly introduced himself as King Melchior, and the mage besides him as Belthazar. He informed us of our location, the kingdom Mandedor. He then went on to explain in great detail of the situation at hand. About a war..but I didn't pay too much attention. I zoned out and felt myself almost fall over in exhaustion, still tired from waking up in my proper body this morning. The only part that really catched my intrest was how mages would level up, amongst the other classes. We "leveled up" by absorbing the life force of the monster we extinguished. As we did so, we'd learn different attacks and ways of using them. Our first spells would be learned overnight...so we wouldn't be completely defenseless; unlike the archers and warriors.

Picking up on the king, Belthazar continued,"I have for each of you a special wallet. Just as each of you will be able to drain the life force and strength of monsters on the fields, so will these pouches be able to absorb some and turn that into gold and silver. With this you can buy items or use it to stay at any inn you come across."
"While we're on the topic," King Melchior spoke up again, "while the inn here in Mandedor will let you stay free, you will not be welcomed as readily in any other kingdom. It is unlikely that even our neighbor of Kelhorn will even recognize your names, never mind your faces. I ask that you please rest up now, for it is almost evening and night falls quickly in Mandedor."

As he finished, we were finally led out of the spacious room and to a few pairs of large doors. Behind them was the town...everything looked all medieval-ish. The wind swayed and gave everything a majestic, otherwordly feel, as we were dispatched to allow ourselves to look around and find the local inn.

"..You didn't introduce your name."I heard someone say from behind. It was Ryan...Adalia. I wasn't sure what to say..if I should tell him it was his girlfriend, or a guy named Aeris.

"I'm Aeris."I told hi------her."And you're Adalia, from what I've overheard."

She nodded as we walked towards the inn. I looked around..everyone was giving us strang looks, as if we were complete strangers. Well, we were, in some senses, but it must've been our clothing. Even though truely..it was them that looked odd.

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[Roy Karrde]

Well since my old post was deleted * Luckily I saved it * and Mike has finally given the Okay to go to the Hotel just not to do much, I have decided to add a bit onto my post that I had saved.

[COLOR=Pink] Adalia
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The sweet smell of the outdoors, the soft smell of pollen tickling your nose, the warm glow of a soon to be sitting sun, the sound of bugs finishing up a long afternoon. Back home in Texas, you would only get days like these a few times in a year, before it became too hot to stay outside for long. I let a smile trace across my face and stretched my arms wide into the air to embrace the feeling of the soft wind. This place was better than home.

I closed my eyes and began to walk toward the town, just the feel in the air allowed some of my tension to drain away. “Feel’s good doesn’t it?” Ankha asked, I nodded back in approval. “You’ve gotten better with your walking” He pointed out; I opened my eyes looking up at him and smiled proudly.

“It’s getting easier, but it’s like a balance act” I said, it seemed that my voice was naturally softer than what I was used to, until I got used to it, or balanced it out to a normal volume, I would have to just stay annoyed at how soft I was speaking. “Maybe we should get to know everyone here, since were going to be around them for a while” I suggested, he nodded back in approval as I began to look around for the next person to talk to. Maybe…him, yeah the guy that almost stumbled while I was talking to Mike.

“Excuse me?” I asked slowly walking up to him, placing all my hope in the fact that I wasn’t disturbing him and that he would be as nice to me as Mike and Ankha were being. “…You didn’t introduce your name” I said mentally kicking myself for coming up with such a lousy excuse to start a conversation.

The extremely tall man turned around and looked down at me, he pondered the statement for a second before answering. His emerald eyes began to soften as he eyed me while speaking. “I’m Aeris”. He waited a few seconds before adding, "And you're Adalia, from what I've overheard."

I nodded back, we both walked in silence for a few more seconds before I turned. “It’s nice to meet you” I smiled up at him extending my hand. He smiled back and shook my hand harshly. His grip seemed a bit strong, or it could just be that I was extremely weaker than what I used to be. “Do you play any video games?” I asked, suddenly I was reminded where I heard the name Aeris before, other than it being an ancient god, it was also a female character in a video game.

He shrugged a bit. “I do when I can” He replied. I didn’t want to embarrass him with my knowledge of video games; just on the off chance that he didn’t think I was a dork. Even if I was a girl now, that wasn’t a excuse to keep up the impression of ‘Bad-Assness’ as Alonzo would put it.

“So what is your real world name?” I asked, the increasingly annoying clip in my hair that pounded against the back of my neck with every step was getting even more annoying. I didn’t even notice the look of dread in Aeris’ face as I struggled to get the clip out of my hair.

“My friends call me Danny,” He said keeping his voice low, while unhooking the clip in my hair and allowing it to trickle down. The feeling of hair against the back of my neck tickled for a second, and I couldn’t help but let out a girlish giggle. Danny handed me the clip while studying my face for shock or surprise.

“Ah, well everyone calls me Ryan, that Adalia name, it just sounds so…foreign” I shrugged clasping the clip tight in one hand with the wallet like thing in my other. I couldn’t wait to get to the inn and take off this bow and arrows, along with finding a place to store my clip and wallet. The weight of everything just put a strain on my shoulders and back. “You know I have a old friend named Danny, and a girl friend named Dani, but I doubt you care about that” I told him, feeling a bit embarrassed about talking to him about such trivial things. Good job Ryan, you have a great way of making friends, you bawl in front of one, and you look like an idiot in front of another.

“So…you’re girlfriend, Dani was it? Do you miss her?” He asked taking his time to ask the question. I nodded with out even taking a second to ponder the question over. Of course I missed her. I missed her with all my heart.

“Yeah, I miss her a lot, I…I don’t know how I will explain this to her, it’s…” I spoke softly turning my head to the ground; I could feel tears well up in my eyes again. “it’s tearing me up inside” I said softly, before wiping my eyes and nose to clear away the water.

I continued walking, and didn’t notice for a minute or two that Danny had stopped. I turned to face him; he was looking off in the distance biting the interior of his lip, like he was trying to decide something. “Hey c’mon” I shouted back at him, he looked back at me like I had shaken him from a deep thought. I’m glad I’m not a guy here, it seems that your IQ gets dropped a few points when you’re a guy in this universe.

I turned looking at a very strong girl archer looking at me, and a tan boy archer looking at me. From the looks of everything there were three in each class, us three, we were the three archers. I smiled lightly and did a quick little short wave, I could feel the familiar feeling of warmth flow into my cheeks in embarrassment as I walked over to them. “Umm, Hi…my name is Ryan” I spoke slowly choosing my words the best way I could, while also trying to introduce myself to people who most likely knew how to fire a bow and arrow a lot better than I could, seeing how I never shot one a day in my life.

“Ryan? I’m Thalanaysion” The tan skinned man said, Thalanaysion? The name was a mouthful.

“Saria” The woman nodded, again I mentally kicked myself for not making the character taller, it was annoying to crane my head up to look at all of them.

“Well, were all archers, I guess that means we could stick together like a team or something” I said with a bit of enthusiasm and energy. I quickly remembered how stupid I sounded and looked away a bit embarrassed. Right now it would be nice if Danny or Mike or Ankha would come over and rescue me. Great first impression Ryan, Great First Impression. “So, I just wanted to say hi” I said quickly, digging the front of my shoe in the ground before slowly turning around and walking back to Danny, Great first impressions Ryan.

I sighed walking into the hotel with out saying much to Danny, no matter which world I was in, I could never shake my tendency to look stupid or embarrass myself. “Well this place isn’t a Hilton, or even a Holiday Inn” I mumbled to myself and slid into one of the wooden chairs while Mike went over and talked to the inn keeper. Another good thing about being in this body was that I could cross my legs while sitting and not have anyone look at me like I was gay or stupid.

I was quickly reminded of a sensation that quickly over took any other current need at the moment, and just crossing my legs and holding it in, was quickly becoming a losing battle. I walked over to the inn keeper, beet red that Mike would overhear me. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked quietly, Mike tried not to look in my direction although I knew he was smiling, I knew it.

“It’s in your room, up the stairs, first four rooms on the right” The Inn Keeper replied pointing to the stairs, I took off running taking the stairs in pairs of two, and opened the door to the first room on the right and hurried in, with a quick look around I found the bathroom and walked in, that was when realization hit me of what I was about to do. This was not going to be fun.

[VirtualPlay]

Merenwen
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"Merenwen," Someone said suddenly behind me. I turned around, startled, and looked up at Rekli, nearly tripping over my feet again in the process. "Do you really want to know who I am in real life?"

"Well, yes," I said, as he moved next to me. I turned back around and walked forwards again.

He took a deep breath, then said, "You probably wouldn't know my real world name; I never gave it out. But in the forums I'm Anjana's Halo."

All this 'almost-tripping from being startled' was starting to annoy me. "Anjana's…you're Anjana?" I said, looking up at a body that I never would have guessed would be one for Anjana to make.

"Yes," he confirmed, "now who are you?"

"I'm…" I glanced backwards to see how close the others were, then dropped my voice to a whisper to say, "…Mike."

"Mike? Seriously?" He said, fortunately not much louder than me. "I guess that makes sense. Weird that we're thrown together like this, huh?"

"Yeah…" I said, and out of topics of conversation for the moment, I looked around us and found one immediately. "Have you noticed the looks we're getting?" He nodded, looking around as well.

"I guess we won't win any points in the stealth department," Rekli said, and I couldn't help but giggle. As in, 'cute little giggling that (little) girls do' giggle. I stopped myself as soon as I noticed, then hung my head and sighed. "What's wrong?" Rekli asked.

"I'm losing myself…losing who I really am," I said. "It's this body, it's just so awkward to be in, and it starting to make me think and act like a girl…" I suddenly had a strange urge…an urge to start crying. "Oh crap, no, I'm not crying," I said aloud, looking up to try and stop myself. Fortunately, it was at that point that we got within sight of the inn. Throwing caution to the winds, I started running towards it, hoping I wouldn't trip and fall even harder than in the castle.

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"Um, hello?" I said meekly to the innkeeper. He turned and looked at me with a glare that would've scared me normally. "Um…we should have a reservation…" I started.

He looked around at the group of us that had gathered, then thankfully his gaze softened. "Ye' jus' came from the castle, no?" He pulled out a piece of paper and read off some names, "Rekli, Florence, Merenwen, Aeris, Ankha-Re, Saria, Adalia, and Thalanaysion?" I looked around, noticing seven others, and nodded. To my surprise he broke out in a smile. "Welcome to Mandedor!"

"Um, thanks," I said, and I couldn't help but smile slightly too. He was just about to speak again when Adalia came up suddenly.

"Where's the bathroom?" She asked in a tiny voice. The innkeeper looked confused for a second, but I quickly corrected with a whispered, 'Lavatory,' shuddering at the realization that I'd have to do that too. He turned back to Adalia and said, “It’s in yer room, up the stairs, firs' four rooms on the right.”

"Wait, four rooms?" I asked after Adalia had sped off faster than I thought possible for her. "So we have to double up?"

"Each room is equipped for two people to remain overnight. Bedclothes and cleaning facilities are provided for one night's stay."

"Ah…thank you…" I said, though it was definitely turning out less and less like a real fantasy adventure. I walked over to the tables that everyone was around and, after Adalia had come back, I somehow got the word out that we had to double up.

"Um, An-er, Rekli?" I said going over to where he was sitting. "Do you, um, want to room?"
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Alright, each room has: two beds, a drawer with a few sizes of nightgowns and pants (might still be too large for Adalia), and a bathroom which is basically a holed seat for a toilet (the 'stuff' falls into a pipe so it doesn't just sit there) with some very crude sheets of TP-ish stuff, a hole in the corner with 4 buckets of water (for cleaning), slightly rough towels, and a basin of water with some crude soap for washing.

[Arnen]

Tala'll be sleeping in the hallway, to stand watch or something.

=--> Thalanaysion aka Tala - Still Confused Archer <--=

This only seemed to be getting more confusing. I had no idea who anyone was, so I just kind of hovered near a girl who looked like a Kokiri (from Zelda) archer, since my character.... I was an archer. I wasn't even entirely sure how to pronounce my name!

Without saying a word, I trudged up the stairs and sat down at the end of the hallway, my back to the wall. With four rooms and two people to a room, that makes eight, and there were nine of us, so... Plus, I wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of sharing a room with people I didn't know.

"I can always keep watch for bad guys or something," I muttered, leaning my head back against the wall.

Sorry for the short crappiness, but I crave character interraction ><

[Shizo]

Hi! This is Anjana's Halo, but I can't seem to log in as that (stupid apostrophe) so for now this is my new alias. Fell free to still call me Anjana.

Edit: I drew a pic of Rekli, if you're interested. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/20581067/


Rekli
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Would wonders never cease? I expected to be left over with whoever couldn't find someone to bunk with and here was Mike...Merenwen...whoever, wanting to share a room.

"Sure," I said. Why not? Maybe we could help each other adjust to not being normal. Well, I suppose saying that suggests everything else wasn't out of the ordinary. We walked up the stairs to pick out a room and saw one of the archers sitting at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, um, Thala-something right?" Merenwen asked. He looked up at the sound of his name.

"Yeah, I don't even know how to pronounce my name. Just call me Tala."

"What are you doing out on the floor?" I asked.

"There are four rooms with two people each. There are nine of us. Do the math."

"You don't have to sleep out in the hall. Do you want to bunk with us?" I offered. He shook his head.

"Thanks, but if it's all the same, I'd rather not sleep with some people I just met in an alternate reality." I shrugged and went to pick a room. I just felt like I should ask him, even though he looked set to do his own thing and I truthfully didn't want to have someone else possibly find out my...our...secret.

"I'll keep your offer in mind," He said in lieu of an apology. I nodded my head and followed Merenwen into the second room from the stairs. The room had two beds, a chest of drawers, and another small door that must lead to the bathroom. I walked around the perimeter to get the feel of the place. It truly wasn't that bad. It was like staying at the inn at Yellowstone. Rustic and simplistic.

"So, Merenwen, may I ask why you wanted to room with me? Was it because of our...situations?" The pause came from me sitting on one of the beds and attempting to cross my legs, only to discover that position that was so natural for me as a girl was now fairly uncomfortable.

[Arnen]

=--> Thalanaysion aka Tala - Archer <--=

I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. I was perfectly comfortable with sleeping on the floor in the hallway. Ever since I could remember I'd had to sleep on the floor when we'd visit my grandmother, because she lived in an apartment with one bed. And most of the time when I stayed at a friend's house over night, I ended up on the floor. It was nothing new for me.

Picking my bow up from its position on the floor next to me, I began to examine it. I didn't know much about archery, but I was a pretty good shot. Once, I had shot straight through a cardboard box with a target taped to it at my friend's house. Perfect bullseye.

The bow was made of a dark wood, I presumed ebony, though I couldn't tell for sure since I missed that whole part of woodshop when I moved. Ornate carvings covered the surface, weaving and looping over the slender weapon. The part where you hold it was dark leather, and covered with similar markings.

I eventually got bored with looking at my bow and set it down. By now, everyone was in their rooms, talking or whatever, but that didn't bother me. Sure, I could be pretty social when I wanted, but it's not like I go mad when no one's around. I think about stuff, look at stuff, talk to myself... Sure, it makes people stare, but I don't really care. As long as they don't get in my face about it.

With another sigh, I lay out on the wood floor of the hallway and started to doze off.

Just wanted to get another post in. *shrugs*

[Roy Karrde]

Before writing this post I talked to Tsukasa and Poli about the room thing and got their okay, they also checked over all dialogue.

[COLOR=Pink] Adalia
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So there it was, the thing, the slab of stone with a hole drilled into it, the thing, and the toilet if you could call it that. Had to be more unsanitary than the ones the hobo’s use at Grand Central Station, and those are nasty. “Well no turning back now” I sighed and slowly slipped my tunic off letting it fall to my bare feet. Beneath it was a long undershirt that felt softer to the touch than the tunic. I reached my arms in and pulled it up and over my head letting it drop in front of me to the ground. So now I was butt naked in the bathroom, I didn’t even want to look at my self, I was too frightened to.

Slowly with my eyes closed I made my way over to the toilet and sat down, every muscle in my body was tense, what was this going to feel like? What if I missed? The alien feeling that would soon occupancy this would be so scary so uncontrollable, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stand up any longer; the pain in my abdomen was so strong and painful that standing hurt. Yet I didn’t want to go through this either, I couldn’t go through this. I could wait here for the rest of my life and let my kidney’s burst before going through this. It would be easier, if I had some one here that I knew, I mean I knew Mike some what. Yet if Dani was here, or Alonzo my old childhood friend, everything would just seem easier.

The thought of Dani’s name brought back memories of last night, the little teasing we do to each other before we head off to bed. Last night she had warned me to ‘Not let the bed bugs turn me into a girl’. The thought of how she could have possibly predicted this made me begin to laugh softly, a faint chuckle at first that soon had tears streaking down my face because I was laughing so hard. I was laughing so strongly, that I didn’t even notice how relaxed I had gotten, nor the soft tickling I felt in my groin. I slowly opened my eyes to see a small stream of urine slowly fade. Getting up with a bit of renewed vigor, I grabbed what could be considered toilet paper, and wiped, well more like swatted at that area till I was sure it was clean. There was no way in hell my fingers were going down there.

I decided to stand there and take stock of how I looked, I undid my hair clip that was bothering me and allowed my hair to flow freely down my shoulders and tickle the back of my neck. At the same time I noticed that my chest thankfully wasn’t as big as I first thought it was. I doubt I could even fill a b cup, which I guess was good since I remember stories of how amazons’ had to cut off their right breast to allow for better accuracy with the bow and arrow. I hoped any of the other archers wouldn’t have that problem, yet luckily I didn’t. Not for a while that was. Getting dressed and washing my hands in the bucket, I walked back down stairs and sat down at the table as Mike told us about the rooms.

I watched as people started talking and asking about getting rooms, I was never a person to actually go up and ask people if I could join them. Now that I was the shortest of the group, I was even more afraid, it was like being in Middle school all over again. I quickly scanned the table and my eyes locked with Ankha’s. Since I was a boy, maybe bunking with a fellow boy would be easier than being with girls where I would probably have to keep my eyes covered all the time. Not to mention them freaking out when they learn that I am a boy, well I’m a boy in thoughts only right now. “Could..we?” I asked, a bit worried that he would say no, thoughts of having to sleep out in the hallway suddenly flashed through my head.

“Sure” Ankha smiled back, my worries quickly faded away and I felt my cheeks get warm again, forcing me to look away. I looked right straight to my other friend Danny; he was just sitting there, watching everyone. The other boy, the one with a really long name, Thananaision? He had left already to I guess either stand in the hallway or take a room by himself. Getting up, I quickly walked over to him and sat down next to him, he gave me a sideways glance for a second.

“Ryan?” He asked, in a tone that seemed to suggest like he was asking what I wanted.

“I…just…I mean you seem lonely, and you could stay with Ankha and me, we could bring in another bed,” I suggested.

“I guess” He sighed, yet with a twinge of a smile on the side of his mouth, It was funny, he seemed a lot like Shun or Shouta, two characters Dani loved to use.

“Great, now I have room mates” I smiled with enthusiasm that just liked before seemed so overwhelming and unlike me. Well I had made two new friends, and had just gone to the bathroom that went against every thing that I had learned about since birth. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be devoid of surprises. "So who wants to go eat?" I asked hoping that the food was good here.

[Fai D. Flowright]

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"Could...we?" Adalia approached me after returning from her bathroom break. She seemed a little nervous about asking me. I didn't know why, though... Did I make her nervous? Or was it just this environment? Feeling the need to comfort her and keep her relaxed, I responded.

"Sure." A gentle smile told her that it would be my pleasure to stay with her. She then wandered off to speak with Aeris; the two of them seemed to have some kind of connection. It sparked between them. It was in that moment that I finally took the opportunity to think about the things that had escaped me before. I had become the character I submitted for the RPG... There was no way around it... I must admit that thankfully, I had created a character that I could be comfortable. I must admit that my obliviousness prevented such a sudden scare as so many of the others had experienced. But it was not the past the should be dwelled upon. This would was far different from my own. Not only far from what each of us was accustomed to in our daily lives. But not far in distance and what could even be remotely familiar, but distant in time as well. "I don't mind at all, Adalia...Ryan."

I watched as Aeris and Adalia made arrangements for the three of us to be roomies. It would be interesting.... "I wonder who's sleeping where." But in that moment, Adalia pointed out a crucial factor of our survival. "So, who wants to go eat?" Her question was said aloud, but it seemed to be directed at Aeris and I, since most were heading upstairs as it was.

"Hmm? Ooo! Sounds good!" I stood and joined them at their current table. "But where should we go?"

"Dunno." Aeris said, contemplating the possibilities. "There's probably no Burger King around here..."

As if on cue, the innkeeper chimed in from behind the counter, "This inn also provides dining. The pub is down the stairs to the right."

"Really?" Adalia reacted, rather relieved that we wouldn't have to go all TOO far to get food. And the fact that it was complimentary of the king made things even better. The three of us stood and made our way to the staircase that led to the basement. A couple mages and an archer... Quite an interesting party...

Once in the dimly lit pub of this rustic and ancient time, we seated ourselves about a table near the entrance. There was a man behind the bar, cleaning glasses and other items. There was also another small group in the far corner of the room. They stared at us with eyes and looks that seemed holler "Who are you freaks? And why are you down here?"

The barkeep then called to us, "What can I get fer ya?"

[Roy Karrde]

Hope this spurs some posting.

[COLOR=Pink] Adalia
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Poke Poke Poke that was the sound that the meat created as I jabbed it with what could be called a very primitive fork. Danny, Ankha, and myself were sitting around a wooden table eating off of not the cleanest plates, on what was the worst tasting meat that I had ever eaten, it was so burnt that I couldn’t tell if it was a Steak or maybe chicken. The drinks they gave us in the large cups that I couldn’t even fit my hands around, didn’t taste any better. The liquid was bitter and red in color; it also scratches the back of my throat when I drank it so I tried to stay away from it as much as possible.

“Are you going to eat Ryan?” Danny finally asked as I created more holes in the meat then actual bites of it. My response consisted of a sigh; I used to tease my sister so much for not eating, even when the food tasted bad. Now I was in the same predicament and just couldn’t muster up the appetite for it.

“Maybe if I go take a walk, I can find my appetite” I replied scooting myself away from the table and standing up, while instinctively smoothing my clothes out to make sure that they weren’t wrinkled.

“Don’t stray too far from this place” Danny replied with a tone that sounded like a big brother talking to his little sister, making sure to know where her place was and that she was not a equal to him.

“I’m not a kid you know” I glared back at him, Danny began to grin a bit knowing that he had me right where he wanted me, all he had to do is move in for the kill.

“Could have fooled..” Danny began but was cut off by Ankha who sat up.

“We’re all just worried about getting lost since we are all new to this world, no one thinks that you’re a kid.” Ankha replied softly, for some reason I felt calmer while my cheeks began to feel flush again, I nodded and walked out of the door quickly before Danny could say anything.

The sun had dipped low into the horizon line as I walked outside, a cool breeze from the north was signaling the quickly approaching nightfall where the Earth or where ever this was, cooled itself off. “It’s not like this back home,” A girl said softly next to me, observing the sunset as I did. I nodded before turning to her, she was the fellow girl archer: Saria, or really Laura.

“Yeah, I guess that is one of the finer points of this place, no big city lights, I bet you can see all the stars in the sky when nightfall finally comes” I sighed taking in the majestic beauty of the sunset as oranges and yellows streaked across the sky. “Tried your bow and arrow yet?” I asked feeling the bow at my side; I slowly brought it up aiming it at a broken sign across the now empty street.

“Lets see if I can..” I said slowly aiming it and then grabbing an arrow, I had never shot a bow before so I was somewhat doing this on instinct, and somewhat trying to copy the old Indian movies on TV. “There” I whispered sending it flying effortlessly across the street only to be sent off course at the last second by another arrow, sending mine spiraling into the dirt. “HEY!” I shouted turning to her, the arrow that had knocked mine off course was now firmly planted in the sign; Laura had her bow in her hands and a bit of a smile on her face.

“Wanna go walking around?” I asked, the childish enthusiasm in my voice didn’t annoy me that much this time but I did wince a bit. She shrugged and finally nodded, the market well if you could call it a market wasn’t too far away, the area we were at had a few shops that were built into homes and a fruit stand or too, nothing really stuck out and the fruit kind of smelled.

I began to stray from the main street and over to one of the house/shops there were some dresses and shirts there, some of them stained some not. The dresses were not that fancy and seemed to match the same ones that the locals were walking around with. “You are travelers, yes?” A freaky old woman with bad teeth asked walking up to us.

“We’re from a place far away from here” Laura spoke up before I could answer, her response was a lot better than mine, which just consisted of the simple ‘yeah’.

“OH! Then may I interest you in some clothes, they are much better than the old rags you are wearing” She said with a twinge of jealousy in her voice. Yet her eyes seemed to light up, as if she knew she could sucker us into something. “Or maybe a pretty necklace or bracelet for a pretty lady?” She asked bringing a wooden tray of jewelry in front of Laura.

“We just wanna look” Laura replied, the old woman put the tray back down and walked back into the shop grumbling. I reached over picking up a necklace with a deep blue stone that seemed oddly cut. I was never big on looking at jewelry, even when Sam was taking me from shop to shop to find a promise ring for Dani. Yet this, this necklace gave me a feeling like I had to have it. Like a new video game or something. “We should be heading back, just incase before people start to worry” Laura said walking around the store before coming back to me, I placed down the necklace, embarrassed that I was looking at girly stuff.

I nodded and began to walk back to the hotel. “Tell your friends that I am looking for someone to help me clean the store,” The woman yelled at us as we walked away. I rolled my eyes, didn’t she know that we were on a special journey…well I guess she didn’t, yet we couldn’t be bothered with small things, we had to save this world. Atleast I think we needed to save this world.

[VirtualPlay]

Merenwen
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I was rather grateful that Anj-er, Rekli had agreed to room with me. The only other one that I knew from beyond this world was Adalia being Ryan, and though I meant no offense to him, I just felt that it would be better if I wasn't with him. Her. Whichever.

We made our way upstairs, and saw one of the others sitting at the end of the hall. It was the archer whom I hadn't noticed at first when we got into the room. "Hey, um," I started, tried to think of his name, and failed, "Thala-something, right?" It must have been enough for him because he looked up.

"Yeah, I don't even know how to pronounce my name," He said. "Just call me Tala."

"What are you doing out on the floor?" Rekli asked.

"There are four rooms with two people each," he replied. "There are nine of us. Do the math." It seemed right, but something was off in my head. I remembered that there were nine of us, but for some reason I couldn't remember there being nine when we got to the inn.

I stopped listening to Rekli and Tala and went over to the door that was second from the stairs. Yes...in fact I couldn't even remember there being nine of us in the throne room, only in the first room we got to. And now that I thought of it, there were only eight names that the innkeeper listed.

I would have thought further, but at that moment Rekli and Tala finished talking, and I went in the door, Rekli following. I closed the door behind us, noticing the simple but sturdy bar lock.

"So, Merenwen," Rekli started, and I turned away from the door to find him sitting down. "May I ask why you wanted to room with me? Is it because of our…situations?" If he hadn't paused I probably wouldn't have noticed it, but I saw him try to cross his legs and not have a comfortable time with it. Surprisingly, it was this (on top of everything else) that confirmed Rekli wasn't originally a guy.

"Um, well, it's partly that," I said sitting down on the other bed. Tentatively I lifted one leg over the other, then let it drop smoothly. Shockingly, but not surprisingly (after everything else that had happened), it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, though it did feel weird having bare legs touching so far up. "It's also 'cause…well…" I looked down at my knees before continuing, "…I know you a little more than the others 'cause we've been in more RPGs together, and for a longer time." I glanced up at Rekli, whose normally-hardened face seemed…softer, maybe.

Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to think on it. Without warning my stomach decided to join the conversation. The growl that was lower-pitched than I could speak at the moment seemed to go on for almost a minute. I didn't break eye contact with Rekli, but I could tell my cheeks were starting to flush. Rekli looked like he was trying not to laugh, and finally resorted to saying, "Maybe we should fix that little problem first…"

"Yeah, that would be good," I said, straightening my legs out and standing up. I nearly overcompensated for my different body shape, but it was a mark of how long I'd been in this world that I didn't come close to falling over anymore. I walked over to the door, Rekli following behind me, and went out and down the stairs.

"Oi!" the innkeeper called out as we walked past him. "Yer friends went downstairs to the pub a few minutes ago. Thought yeh might want t'know. Free food fer yeh there, too."

"Thanks," Rekli said, and we immediately turned our direction towards the stairs, enticed by the sound of free food. No sooner had we gotten to the bottom than Aeris and Ankha came out of the pub.

"Oh," Aeris said, "Have you seen R-Adalia? We were just about to go look for her." I shook my head, but there was no need. Footsteps behind us made us turn to see Adalia coming down the stairs, Saria right behind her. "So, are you hungry yet?" Aeris said to her, in a slightly teasing way.

"Yeah, I guess so," Adalia responded, and the six of us ended up in the pub at a single table, some food already there (which I guessed to be Adalia's as she sat in front of it and started poking it). Some food was brought to Rekli, Saria and me, some kind of slab of meat which was edible, despite its appearance, and some very bitter drink which I couldn't have more than a couple sips of.

"So where'd you go?" Aeris was asking Adalia, and with nothing else to do I listened in.

"Oh, we just went for a walk," Adalia responded, taking what seemed like her first bite, "found a store and looked around. Crazy owner tried to get us to work for her, help her clean up."

I could literally see Aeris' eyes perk up. "Work, as in for money?" he asked, looking harder at Adalia, who just nodded, still staring at her food. "Can you take me back there?" he added, making Adalia look up. "W-when you're done, of course," Aeris added hastily.

"We…we can go now if you want…" Adalia said, standing up, and soon they were up and out of the pub.

"Did I miss something?" I asked Ankha, who was sitting next to me.

He suddenly turned to face me, like he was shaking off a dream. "Huh? Sorry, must have been daydreaming…hey, where'd Aeris and Adalia go?" Deciding he was a wasted effort at this point, I turned back to my meat, which I was almost done with.
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