Just as you are about to open the door all time seems to stop, and you see a vision of what is either to come, or possibly something that has happened once already. In your vision you see your new body open the door to see a large brute of a man just over 6' tall with massively broad shoulders that is built like a football player. He is easily 300lbs with only the slightest bit of fat giving him that thick look that slightly obscures muscle definition. He is wearing a metal breastplate over what looks like thick home made wool long pants and long sleeveless shirt made of tiny metal rings. His massive legs have similar metal plates strapped to his thighs, and heavy leather boots covered in metal on his feet. On his hands are a pair of long metal gauntlets and he holds a massive double headed ax in his right hand and a wooden kite shaped white shield in his left with a blue cross painted on it. “Can I help...” You see yourself say but your new body is stopped in mid sentence as the man simply plants his ax with a single mighty blow right in the center of your new bodies forehead killing him instantly. As the blow lands, before a single drop of blood is shed, impossibly the crystalline creature is there. A black mist flows out of your new body and into the night and the creature takes the doll he made in your dream and touches it against your new body. As the creature does this, time reverses and speeds up, like you were watching a movie rewind, till you see your new body fall back into bed as you awoke moments ago.
As you snap back to consciousness you are instantly aware that your new life is just about to be cut short. “What am I supposed to do?” You ask the night air quietly as a second thunderous knock reverberates through the wooden door. “Magic, yes like the candle, what can I do?” You ask yourself trying to will the knowledge to come to you. Several things pop into your head, a spell to make an invisible shield in front of you, maybe, another to send something you touch floating into the air, no, the flame would never work it wasn't powerful enough, aaahhh, another to summon forth a massive ball of fire that would possibly catch you and everyone else in the inn on fire, no. “Yes.” You say quietly as another spell comes to mind, one that makes an illusion to fool all of their senses if they believe it. Quickly you say the words that appear in your head and envision a maid that might be cleaning the room of an in, complete with cute little ruffled skirt, stockings, and high heels. With a gulp you pull the door open and smile sweetly and say, “I am sorry, is this your room? I was just getting it ready.”
The man is there just as your vision predicted. He looks you over and blinks twice as if trying to see something that isn't there. The magic must have also given some power to your words however as he looks around as if confused as to why he was even there before looking back to you and answering, “Obviously this is my room you stupid wench.” Then he looks you over and licks his lips, “How much to add you to the bill?” |