Randd: Brb Orc by St. Onovan

Grok shifted unpleasantly in the tiny stool. The Minister of Humanoid Inventory had sent him a letter about something earlier and now here Grok was, he thought as he held the letter in his fist. It was times like these that illiteracy was a major weakness for the half orc barbarian. Grok had heard there were major changes coming but Grok had thought “I can stop this change from coming like I stopped party of bards from playing music,” but Grok knew something was up when he saw all of the other members of his party talking about the changes as they walked to the office corridor of the dungeon. Grok’s metal armor chaffed him as he sat in the small Halfling sized stool. Grok was alone in the hall now as his partners had gone in the room one by one. Grok looked down the torchlight illuminated hallway as far as he could. Grok had been waiting a long time and he was already impatient. Grok looked at several piles of the stools that he had smashed against the wall and sighed. Grok heard the knob turn and looked excitedly as a voice came from the room. “Grok, half orc barbarian, come in please,” said the monotone and asexual voice. Grok walked from the stony dungeon into a small room with smooth gray walls and a smaller room inside it with a chair. “Sit down please,” said the voice as Grok pulled out the chair to sit down. It was stiff and uncomfortable he thought as he focused on the chair and dropped the letter on the ground. “Eyes up here Mr. Grok,” said the voice sounding slightly impatient. Grok looked up and saw a glowing white orb with shapes floating around it over and over. “We have some news about your departments, Mr. Grok,” the voice said placidly placing a slight emphasis on “news.” “What you orb mean,” asked Grok quizzically. “First off, I mean to say that we effectively cancelling the barbarianism that has been rampant in these dungeons,” said the orb. Suddenly the symbols lashed out at Grok and his armor and possessions glowed white and then turned into a simple tunic and pair of boots and shoes. “What can I do now?” asked Grok as his mind began to develop. “We have two new openings, either warlock or warlord,” said the orb. Grok noticed that one set of symbols floating around the orb say warlock followed by a set of works and numbers while another similar said warlord and was followed by its own set of numbers. “I’m not sure Mr. Light,” said Grok still experiencing major cognizant thought for the first time. “Judging from your tribal experiences and dark heritage, I would suggest the warlock class for you. As for my name you can call me Randd,” said Randd. The trail of the warlock wrapped around Grok and slowly began to transform him. His workman’s boots became a jagged blood red, his clothes became red dragon scale and his new backpack smelled of cinders and blood. “Well now Randd, I do hope that we might conclude this meeting,” said Grokulth cracking his knuckles. “Actually Mr. Grokulth, we have an issue with your race as well. We’ve had to cut the funding for the half orc race, as outlined in the letter. You have read the letter by now I take it.” Grokulth grabbed the letter off the ground and read, “Effective June 6th 2008 under subsection B-24 the …..” Grokulth tossed the letter aside. “Just tell me what you are going to do,” said Grokulth impatiently. “You are being reassigned to the tiefling race effective now,” said Randd. “NO!” roared Grokulth grabbing at Randd. He missed the body instead entangling himself in one of Randd’s path lines. “Well now, it seems there will be a female tiefling in the party now,” said Randd. Grok looked as his once large and green arm turned to a tanned red color with his now thin arm covered with sigils. The path continued up his arm changing the form and adding the sigils. With a loud snap Grokulth’s shoulders caved into a sexy curve as the path continued and travel down his other arms making them a dainty matching pair. The path fell onto the ground and began to constrict Grokulth’s legs as he tried to move kick the path off. His boots which once housed his monstrous feet now became spiked heels that held his small fishnet clad legs together. His once monstrous legs now shrunk down only to be covered with more fishnet as Grokulth began to try ripping the path off. Suddenly a chunk flew off hitting his large backpack quickly turning it into a red cloth pouch covered with chain. The main path had worked up to his thighs now which looked ridiculously small supporting his half orc chest. With a loud pop his ass the stool as a long thin tail snaked out from his butt while the main path form dropped a long skirt covering Grokulth’s new sex. His large chest became small and trim as two breasts began to bud out filling a red corset emblemized with sigils similar to those on his arms. His neck was now delicated and slender and Grokulth’s chin began to be more pointed. He nose became delicate as his eyes turned yellow and a pair of horns unfurled from his head while his hair began to grow out long and brown. At the top of his head the path simply extended and attached themselves back to Randd’s head. “Well Ms. Orkulth, it seems that you are done now. You may join your party now outside,” said Randd shifting its thoughts to the new client. Somewhere, somehow a gnome wanted to be a bard and it was Randd’s duty to stop that from happening.