Age of Aggression

[Legendary Hawk]

After failing to harm the priestess with his first arrow, Rath quickly drew another. He hadn't even thought about a problem such as this occurring...


Before responding, the priestess raised her hand to cast another spell. Soon both Rath and Malak would find that their weapons were getting hot, and really painful to hold. "I've seen in my visions the things that you do. Dark deeds, for dark purposes. You're the ones who will receive the warning - you will no longer murder. Lady Mara does not will it."

[Haylie]

Malak dropped his sword, swearing, and readied a Fire-bolt in his now-empty right hand instead. "Final warning, yourself, sister! Turn and leave, you won't interfere with Brotherhood business!"

[Legendary Hawk]

Rath finally released the bow and dropped it on the ground. His palms and fingers were red with heat, and he lowered them into the snow to cool them down.


"Hmph. If you won't heed your warning, then you will endure the consequences Mara has in store for you." The priestess suddenly removed her hood, revealing her face. Rath didn't recognize her at all, though Malak would possibly find her vaguely familiar... Regardless, the priestess prepared two pacifying spells, one for each hand, and immediately cast them both. Rath, having no knowledge of magic and no ability to resist it, was hit immediately. "Eh... Malak, I can't move..." he murmured.

[Haylie]

Malak, having seen this sort of thing before, had prepared a Ward spell in his other hand. It wasn't very strong, however, and he was clearly using energy fast trying to keep it up. "What are you doing?! Let him go, priestess, or I'll add your head to the contract!!!"

[Legendary Hawk]

Now that Rath had been had been taken care of, the priestess turned her full attention to Malak. Now using both casting arms, she hammered the guy with pacifying spells. "Now, you'll do nothing of the sort," she said calmly.

[Haylie]

Malak kept his Ward up for a good little while, but it eventually gave way, with him gasping as the spell ensnared him, rendering him unable to move or speak.

[Legendary Hawk]

The priestess smiled at Malak when he fell under her spell. Now that she had the two assassins restrained with her magic, she approached them comfortably. "Look at that. Both of you rendered powerless... But don't you worry. I'll be done with you two soon." She paused for a moment to glance between Rath and Malak, trying to decide which to handle first...


(( Do you want Malak to change first? Or should he watch Rath change, and then get changed himself? ))

[Haylie]

(Up to you. You can do Malak first if you want)

[Legendary Hawk]

"Malak... Is that what your friend called you?" The priestess smiled at Malak in a curious manner and approached him. "You have the face of a seasoned man... You've seen a lot, haven't you? Yes, you have many experiences to relate to." The priestess paused to boldly look him in the eyes. She stood no farther than three feet from him. "You've got a grasp on magic! But I can show you more..."


The priestess began to walk around Malak in a slow circle until she stood behind him. "You know, not so long ago, some of the most powerful spells were cast by touch..." As she said this, she gently wrapped her arms around his body, resting her hands on his thighs. A soothing, magical warmth radiated out of her hands and into Malak's body via the point of contact.


Meanwhile, Rath watched with both dread and curiosity. He didn't know what sorts of magic this priestess could work, but he feared that this would end poorly...

[Haylie]

In stark contrast to his normally at-worst aloof mood, Malak looked absolutely livid, even frozen as he was. He was clearly struggling as hard as he could against his ethereal bonds, but couldn't breech them.

[Legendary Hawk]

The priestess could feel the fury boiling under Malak's skin. Pulling close to him, she spoke lightly into his ear, "Relax. There's really nothing else you can do at this point." As she spoke, her hands lightly slid up to his abdomen, spreading the warmth over him. Whatever this magic was, it seemed to seep into his nerves. Meanwhile, he seemed to automatically suck his belly in, as if to make himself look thinner. His muscles slowly released, though strangely his stomach didn't fall back out. It was now flat and smooth, though he wouldn't notice this under his armor.

[Haylie]

(There's really nothing more that can be said, feel free to write the whole thing down. )

[Legendary Hawk]

(( Alrighty. Say, would you do my character's TF? You can control the priestess if you like. ))


The priestess continued her work on Malak's immobile body. His legs became rather plump and curvy; soon his pants had an awkward fit. The priestess's hands moved to Malak's sides, as she pressed his waist inwards. After a subtle feeling of constricting, the guy's waist narrowed. When she slipped her hands down towards his hips, they expanded, pushing against his belt somewhat uncomfortably. By now, Rath could see that Malak had an hourglass figure...


"See? If you just relax, everything will turn out fine!" the priestess explained, gently placing her hands over Malak's buttocks. His rear began to slowly inflate, filling with that soothing warmth... as it became round, and very easy to appreciate. Soon the priestess reached over and cupped his groin with one of her hands. "This is usually the part that people dread," she whispered, "But it's really not do bad." She then began to gently press inward. With a light sense of compression, warmth, and some major tingling, Malak became a female - from a biological standpoint.


The priestess brought her hands up to Malak's lower abdomen to assist the development of a new organ growing in there. Then, her hands moved up to Malak's chest. Her hands remained cupped over the breast that began to balloon out from Malak's chest, until they reached a sufficient size somewhere around a B cup. The priestess pulled her hands inwards a bit to compress the breasts, testing their softness. After that, she placed her hands on Malak's shoulders to make them much more light, round, and effeminate. "There we are... almost finished." With that, the priestess stepped in front of Malak and placed her hands over his face to complete his transformation. Malam got the sensation that his facial bones were melting; meanwhile, his hair became the color of slate and grew until it reached her tailbone.


When the priestess finally released Malak, she smiled warmly and mentioned, "Wow... You turned out more beautiful than I imagined! Just wait 'til you see your reflection! Now..." The priestess turned around to look at Rath. "It's your turn! Are you ready?"


As a grown man, a Nord assassin no less, Rath never cried. But now he felt on the verge of tears. He struggled helplessly to escape the spell, but to no avail. He could hardly imagine the intense stress that Malak had to be feeling right now...

[Haylie]

(I can give it a whirl.)

The Priestess of Mara eyed Rath as a saber-tooth tiger might eye a lone baby mammoth, only with outright malice instead of hunger. "Hmm... let's work backwards this time, I think that would be interesting."

She stepped past the still-frozen Malak-replacement, eyebrows raised arrogantly, and why not? She'd just bested two experienced Brotherhood Assassins with little bother, and was now having her way with them. On top of everything else, she knew they must feel horribly embarrassed. Somehow, that only made it more fun for her.

"Oh, come now," she said as Rath continued struggling, as if to an uncooperative child. "Your friend wasn't able to break out, and he seemed a bit more weathered than you. In fact, I hardly sense any magic in you at all. I may have to fix that with you, as well. And don't worry..." She circled around behind the silently panicking Nord and placed her hands over his face. "It doesn't hurt."

Rath felt the warmth spread quickly over his own face, head, and neck as his facial bones seemed to rearrange themselves under the Priestess's hands. His facial hair gave way to smooth, bare skin as his messy blond hair straightened and lengthened to a point low on his spine. It almost seemed to reflect the very snow on the ground. Differently from Malak, she also began pulling on his ears, and they stretched in kind, finally tapering to a very distinct point.

"See?" the Priestess said, "Completely painless. I honestly don't see what the problem is. Oh, where was I... Ah, yes." She ran her hands down past Rath's throat to his shoulders, and the warmth followed. He felt his shoulders begin to soften and shrink, along with the rest of his arms and his hands. "Ooh," the Priestess remarked, touching them, "You will have very soft hands."

She moved her own hands down to Rath's waist, which began to involuntarily contract, with strong, chisled muscles giving way to a much softer frame under his now much-looser hide tunic. Rath could almost feel his innards shifting as something new formed inside him. "Oh, I nearly forgot! Silly me." Her hands then slinked back up to Rath's noticeably more narrow chest and cupped them. Rath felt something weighty form from nothing and press outward against his leather armor, following the Priestess's hands, which then squeezed gently, as if testing them.

She then moved down to the Nord's hips. The warmth followed religiously, shifting the bones outward so his leggings felt tighter, not helped by his rounded-out buttocks and thighs, and the presence of one last piece of important equipment.

"Tsk tsk. That doesn't look very comfortable. Here, let me fix that," said the Priestess tauntingly, as she cupped her hands around it. The warmth quickly went to work and the final piece of Rath vanished without a trace as something much more hollow replaced it. "There. That wasn't so bad, now was it? Now let me look at you..."

The Priestess stepped back and smiled, as a doting mother to her daughter in an expensive gown. "Oh! Lovely! Both of you, easily my two best subjects yet!" Malak continued struggling. The Priestess ignored it. "I simply must find a way to show you off. Nord, you should consider yourself especially lucky. We don't get many Elves in Dawnstar, much less ones as pretty as you!"

[Legendary Hawk]

Tears streamed down Rath's cheeks as she tried her hardest to simply budge. She had melted at the priestess's will, and her body was sculpted into something horrifying (from her own perspective, at least) and alien. Honestly, she would have rather been killed. Her eyes fell upon Malak, hoping her partner knew some way to cure this... this curse. Even if they couldn't get revenge on the priestess... there had to be a way to undo this!


"You two will be fine, don't you worry!" The priestess began to casually pace the edge of the cliff where Rath and Malak had set up for their kill. "By the time this spell wears off...... the paralysis spell, I mean..." She paused to watch the sudden glimmer of hope evaporate from Rath's eyes. "Your target will be gone. In fact... He's leaving the docks right as I speak! Look at that. He's still alive. You've failed to kill him... You know what that means?" The priestess leaned in close to Malak, getting close and personal to rub the defeat in as harshly as possible. "It means you've failed your Dark Brotherhood. You can't be assassins anymore!"


A short chuckle escaped the priestess's mouth. She looked over the docks once more before brushing off her robes. "Well, you two were fun to work with. But I have to be going now. Lady Mara has more on her plate, and time is short... Ta-ta!" With another outburst of hearty laughter, the priestess pulled up her hood and wandered off into the wilderness. Another fifteen to twenty minutes passed before Malak and Rath would feel the paralysis wearing off.