In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Air Creatures
You find yourself in what appears to be a glass room suspended high in the sky.
The stairs are blocked by a force field.
You realise you have to go through one of the three sky blue doors numbed 1,2 & 3.
What door do you want?
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Myth Air
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Air
Type: Myth
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Female Myth Air
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are myth air creatures.
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Sphinx
So what are your options?
A pegasus , a griffon , a phoenix although that one looks like it might burn you before you get it on. A dragon, correction a dragoness, female room after all.
The last one however is the one that strikes your fancy, a sphinx. This one at least is partially human. Still you have no idea how you will fill out the 8 limbs including the wings with just your four.
You reach up and take the costume off the hanger, the other costumes rotating behind the wall , although you suspect if you returned your current one they would return to allow you to make a new choice.
Now how to put the costume on. The zipper runs along the spine of the costume. The open limbs seem to be the arms and legs of the costume.
"Well here goes nothing" you say to the empty air as your legs slip into the empty legs of the costume. Your feet being pulled up by the shape of the paws, leaving you standing on your toes.
The fake front legs of the costume dangle down as you place your arms into the costume as well. You turn behind to see the zipper moving by itself, slowly but not stopping, sealing your body into the costume.
The head is the other part of the costume that needs to go on, standing on a pedestal, mouth open showing of her teeth. You walk over , already feeling like your paws are part of your body, your movement as natural as if you were born with them.
You look into the mirror fearful that this will be the last time you see your face for a long time before putting the head over the top of yours. As the parts meet you feel and hear the seal form.
Pain, that is the first sensation when the changes begin. Your spine feels like it is being pushed down hard, the front legs providing support as you fall forward onto them. The wings burrow into your body new nerves sending messages straight to your brain, every feather feeling the wind as it rushes through them.
Wind? In a sealed room?
You look around and try to move to trace the source of the wind but the front legs are not yet ‘real’ and remain fixed to the floor. However you see the walls of the room fading. The wind seems to be only on your wings though.
The front of the costume begins to hurt quite a bit as you feel bones solidifying in the leg area, the legs becoming long and stiff, unable to be moved until the nerves set in. It is a painful process as each nerve seems to light up as they come into existence.
Written by on 14 December 2014
Plateau
The room fades and you find yourself on top of a plateau.
You don't give yourself time to think about it; you just run, hurling yourself off the edge of the plateau. You plummet like a boulder... until your wings open with a loud flap-ping noise. After that, you're not falling any more. After that...
...you're flying.
Flight under your own power: It's everything you dreamed it could be. The experience is euphoric, even intoxicating, and for the next while, you lose yourself in the sheer joy of flying.
You eventually glide back to the plateau and find... you're not sure what that structure is, but in some ways it reminds you of an ancient temple. Whatever it is, its architecture is peculiar; it has Greek-style columns, but its main body is more of a step pyramid such as might be found in Central America. You have no idea how these disparate design elements ever got together. You also notice Egyptian-looking hieroglyphs, and, surprisingly, you can actually read them! It's anybody's guess which is more disorienting: The fact that there's some force or entity capable of transforming you into a sphinx-like creature, or the fact that new information/knowledge could be inserted into your mind without your even being aware of it. What other bits of your mind and personality might have been altered..?
You read the hieroglyphs: "Welcome, player of my little game, to your new home for the next two weeks. I hope you enjoy your time in your new form. You should find you have enough new hunting skills to feed yourself for your time here."
Hunting skills? you think to yourself. But I don't have any... And then you realize that yes, you do have a pretty good idea of what to do with your new claws and fangs---fangs!? when did you---wait, it must have happened when you put the costume on. You run your tongue over them, feeling just how different your mouth is now. And you know how to hunt the same way you can understand a written language you never did before today, most likely. More mind-meddling... you shudder at the thought.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 01 September 2010
In the temple
You approach the temple and the stones reshape into a doorway. You go through and find a well lit bedroom. You hear the stone reshape itself behind you. You turn your head to look behind you, just in time to see the living rock fuse itself back into a wall; well, if whatever-it-is can reshape living flesh the way it did your body, you suppose it's not that much of a stretch to think they (he? it? she?) can remodel inert matter, too.
You take a step forward and watch it open back out. "At least I can get out again" you think. You then turn back to look inside the bedroom. Like the temple itself, this room is a peculiar mixture of styles -- and they're all Earthly styles, at that. Which is actually a little bit strange itself, now that you think of it; given the sort of power whoever-it-is has displayed, why couldn't it just as easily steal designs from other planets or other Universes?
Your tummy then rumbles. All the changes and the flying must have taken a lot of mass and now you have to make it up—which means hunting. Or at least, that's what the hieroglyphs said... And suddenly you realize: You're naked. This doesn't matter so much for the bits of you that are covered by your built-in fur coat. but you do have some bits of bare skin left, and you're not sure you want to risk coming down with a cold or something. And... sure enough, the bedroom has a door which (something in your mind tells you) leads to a closet. You open that door and, yes, it is a closet. And you find a few unfamiliar-looking bundles of folded cloth which you (somehow) know are clothes for your new form. Reluctantly trusting your newfound instincts, you pick out the sky-blue one; unfolding it, you discover that it's intended to cover your entire body, from neck to forepaws to hind legs. And it's fastened onto your body with straps and buckles.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 02 September 2010
The hunt
You put the thing over your back... or should that be "backs", since you've just added a lion-like back to your human back? ... anyway, you drape it over yourself and start on the frontmost buckles. Happily, you find that your waist—the bit where your human torso meets the lion neck and shoulders—is very flexible, so much so that you have no trouble reaching down to fasten the buckles at your flanks. Sides? No, 'flanks' is probably the better word, now. Anyway, you get the sides buckled, and swivel your human torso 180 degrees to get a good look at your backside. You wonder how you'll be able to get the very hindmost buckles... and then you see the hindmost straps and buckles fasten themselves, as if by magic. You blink in surprise for a moment, before another piece of that weird, implanted 'instinctual' knowledge comes to mind: You have the power of mind over matter, telekinesis. Of course, you think; I'm a flying creature now. But my wings just aren't big enough to carry my weight without some sort of extra 'oomph'—and I guess that means telekinesis. You're not sure how far you can trust this 'instinct', but it surely feels right, doesn't it?
Your ruminations are interrupted by another, more insistent, tummy-rumble. And now you know what you're wearing, and why your instincts chose it: It's a hunting outfit, and the blue color is for camouflage against the open sky! You go outside and take flight to look for prey.
As you fly up you see the walking path that spirals around the mountain. Looking at it you are glad for your new wings. If you had to walk down you belive it would take you 1 maybe even 2 days and you could slip and fall. You dive down going faster and faster and pull out just above the ground, adrenaline racing.
You take off and keep a look out for your prey. You spot a deer and your instincts take over; you dive down, grabbing its head in your forepaws and catching its flanks with your hindpaws, and its neck breaks instantly with a smooth jerking motion as you rise. You start eating when you notice a bunch of humans coming toward you with nets. you take off quickly carrying your prize.
The humans throw a bunch of spears but you quickly fly up out of range. You then head back towards the temple. "I guess it is home for now" you think "I'll have to do something about those pesky humans though. Wait where did THAT thought come from."
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 03 September 2010
Clean and freak out
You land next to the temple. Now that you are no longer hungry you are starting to freak out about killing the deer and thinking of taking the care of the humans. And you ate the deer raw... somehow, thinking of your latest meal as 'deer sushi' just doesn't help settle your nerves any. You go inside the temple and look for a bathroom. It's obviously meant for you to live in, right? So it's got to have some place to wash blood off. Unless whoever's in charge of the craziness thinks sphinxes like the aroma and feel of blood in their fur...
While you attempt (without success) to avoid thinking about... terrible things, your four paws lead you to a chamber whose floor is half taken up by a nicely deep pool of water. There is a 2-meter-wide mirror that stretches from floor to ceiling; you look in it, and don't recognise yourself. Not just because of the sphinx bits; no, even your remaining human bits are different from what you remember. The olive skin and black hair are fairly attractive, to be sure... but the face you see is the face of a stranger! You wish you could be surprised to see yourself covered in the deer's blood. With a convulsive twitch, you tear yourself away from that appalling image and hurl yourself into the pool for a very thorough washing-up.
The water feels good against your skin... and hide... so you do your best to just enjoy the sensation, and not think about any part of the massive weirdness you've been drenched in today. As you scrub down your thoughts turn to the troubling things of the hieroglyphics reading, the hunting, the blood and your thought about the humans and you start freaking out.
You scrub and scrub and only stop when you yelp and see your own blood flowing from your hide. You look on the brush and see pieces of your hide hanging from it.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 04 September 2010
The libary
You get out and lay out the outfit to dry and look for something, anything to cover up the wound and before you relise it you are licking it clean and stop with a sense of horror of just how much you have been changed by the costume mentally. God, what you wouldn't give to have a cranky computer network to deal with right now, a problem that's nice and mundane and (above all) human...
Wait a second: You were a sysadmin—information-handling machinery was your job. And sphinxes are all about information, too! So maybe you can put your new sphinx-instincts to work for you? Sure; you want to be rather more human than you are, so what can a sphinx do to solve that problem? Yes, you ought to have some scrolls, a library, somewhere around this place!
As you look around you notice a doorway you have not been through. When you go through it you find yourself on a balcony and below that are many shelves of scrolls. You eyes light up and you stroll around looking for any information that can help you. You let your instincts guide you and you find a diary of a old wizard who specialised in Transformation! And even better, it's close by—only a few hours away, by air! "Maybe he has something in his tower to get me back human" you think quite happily.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 05 September 2010
At the Tower.
You go back up, put your hunting outfit on and are about to go outside when your instincts stop you. You go back to the closet and find some saddle bags. You chuckle "I might need these, if i get a lot of artifacts from the tower" optimistactly.
You take off hoping that your magic door only opens for you. There is no key or anything you have seen to stop others from entering. You run off the plateau and jump.
You catch a convenient thermal updraft, and from your new-found vantage point, compare what you see to the descriptions of terrain in the diary; then you set off in what you believe to be the correct direction. "What ever else has happened the flying make up for a big part of it you think" as you settle in to your flight.
As the sun sets you notice the large tower in front of you and beyond that you catch a glimpse of a clear blue ocean. You keep your eye on the ocean to try and get a better look and OOFF. You crash into an invisible barrier that seems to surround the tower.
You land and your tummy rumbles lets you know you need to go hunting again. Maybe you ought to have checked your 'house' to see if you had anything stored in a pantry or smoke-house... well, too late for that now.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 06 September 2010
The hunt
You catch a deer quickly. Its coat is odd—the fur is a rich, dark blue—but for all you know, blue deer are perfectly normal around here, so you don't worry about it and just sink your fangs into the succulent meat. Once you've finished eating, you sigh as you look at the blood you have gotten over everything again and look for somewhere nearby to clean yourself. You go over to the river and as you start washing you start to turn invisible! Fortunately, the unseen bits of you fade back into view as soon as they dry off. "OK" you think, "there is a lot of magic around the tower itself, so it makes sense that the land would have been affected by that magic." Unfortunately, the formerly-unseen bits come back a familiar shade of blue...
You turn to look at the tower which almost seems like it could fall down. It's easy to trace the barrier; you lope around the tower and tap on empty air, and soon you find a tunnel leading to the front door. But by the time you locate this entrance, you find that you're blue all over, skin and hair and fur alike. Even your claws are blue! You hope you don't acquire any other traits from your recent meal... and you also hope you won't need to eat again while you're close to the tower.
You open the door and immediately cough as a cloud of dust comes out. You look inside and see everything covered in a thick layer of dust. It looks like the wizard has not been here for a while. You think he would of had a spell to clean everything so this would not happen. Then again, maybe he did and the spell stopped working after he died? Of course there is the main barrier spell which is still working... Well, nobody ever said magic had to be logical.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 07 September 2010
What do you find.
You start brushing the dust off shelves and cabinets, looking for usefull items. You find a book of spells but you can't understand most of them but one is all about changing your colour. This one might be worth keeping if you stay blue; you put it in your saddlebags.
You turn around to see all the dust is concentrating on one point, as if it's being sucked into a hose or something. You go to it and find a gem in the floor that seems to be collecting dust. A few seconds' observation tells you that this gem functions as if it were a dust magnet; it draws dust in towards itself, and that's all it does. Well, that could be helpful to any home, couldn't it? Picking this gem off the floor, you put it in your saddlebags, next to the book. You then watch as dust starts collecting on the outisde of the bag.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 08 September 2010
And in the room
You find the stairs and after a bit of working out how to do so you start climbing them. You find a door and inside is a very pretty necklace that captures the last rays of sunlight and reflects a pretty pattern onto the wall which fades soon after you see it as the sun finally sets. There is even a mirror so you could see what it looks like on you; well, why not? You pick up the necklace, then tak-tak-tak over to the mirror and hold it up against your chest.
It looks almost like it was designed for you and your purr in delight at the look... hold on a second. You've manoeuvred yourself around to get different angles on how it looks, and your 'footsteps' don't sound the same? Looking down to check, you find that your claws aren't there any more! They've been replaced by hooves. Blue, deer-like hooves. And as you watch, you see your legs reshape themselves, shifting away from a leonine configuration! It must have been the deer that you ate, it is changing you... into a new deer, to replace what you killed?
You notice the skin around the necklace seems to be your normal sphinx skin.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 09 September 2010
Wearing the necklace
Well, if the thing protects against turning into a deer, you'll be better off wearing it... right? You tie the thread together, hoping you will turn back to a more leonine form. The results are immediate: Your legs revert back to their former lion-like state. The fur is still blue, but at least the deer stuff isn't there any more!
To your shock the lion fur is growing up your torso. You go to untie it and find that your hands have disappeared and your arms are also shrinking. You look down and notice your torso is being sucked up by your body. You look inn the mirror to see a normal sphinx (well with blue fur). "Great now what" you think. And what are you going to do without hands? Well, maybe you can pull the necklace off with your forepaws; with any luck, that will undo the changes it put on you when you put it on. This prove to be quite difficult and you only managed to get your paw up to the necklace and no where near where you could pull it off. You can catch the necklace on a claw, but the chain is too tough—it simply will not break, no matter how hard you try to snap it or cut it! Would you have been any worse off if you'd allowed the deer transformation to run its course, rather than using the magic necklace?
You bow your head to let the necklase slip off of you, but it might as well be glued to your hide; it will not come off.
Well... you did come here in hopes of finding a way to assume a more-human form than you had... and if the necklace means anything, this tower clearly contains magic that can effect physical changes in its users. So you can still work towards your goal, right?
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 10 September 2010
Escaped
"Of course you still have to get out of the room" you think as you look at the firmly shut door. "Clever" you think "Trap anyone in here and then only he would be able to turn them back"
There's a knob on the door; you place your forepaws around it, one on each side, and find that you can't pull the thing open. Unfortunately, your paws just can't get a firm-enough grip on the thing to turn it... Another idea comes to mind: The knob is small enough to fit in your mouth, so you could bite into it and turn it by moving your head. You try this, and...
...it works! The door slips open and you escape. You look up the winding staircase and back down trying to decide between the two. What the heck; you're here, so you may as well keep looking for something that can re-humanize you. And now that you know you can open the door, you go back into the room so you can give it a nice, thorough search...
This thought is interrupted by a long yawn. Well you have had a big day and this appears to be a good place to sleep. You curl up on the floor and close your eyes...
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 11 September 2010
A secret room?
You rise with the Sun, and get started on the search you tabled last night; your belly is still comfortably full from your last meal, so no need for breakfast. You start tapping the walls and are shocked when you hear a hollow sound you could swear was an outside wall. After a few seconds' pondering the seemingly-blank wall, you decide to try breaking in, so you slash into the wall with your foreclaws. It turns out to be a paper-thin imitation rock, and you slice right through it!
Beyond the false wall, you find a room of about the same size as the one you're in. But you thought the other room was all that could fit into the tower..? "Never mind, it's magic," you tell yourself. This room seems to be a number of cells, each with its own sheaf of parchment sheets tied together by leather thongs. You step into this 'new' room, padding as softly as the cat-thing you are, and take a closer look at the nearest sheaf of parchments. There's writing on the sheets. It seems to be a description of an experiment to turn a human into a ordinary house cat and what effect it has on the subject's behaviour. Curious, you scan the cell where that experiment was presumably conducted. That cell is empty, not even a bed, the subject appears to have been moved a long time ago. The other cells revealing similar results but with dogs,cows and pigs. Hmmm... in the cell which was used for the cow experiment, you see a primitive machine which has a few hoses and cups... right, a milking machine. But it's rather different from any milking machines you've seen or heard of back home!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 12 September 2010
Oops
Sphinxes being part-cat, it's hardly unexpected that curiosity spurs you to pad on over to examine the odd milking machine more closely. But the moment you step into its cell, it activates! The hoses reach for your belly, where your udder would be if you were a cow, and you flap away. Of cause this is right into the roof. you are stunned and crash partially through the wall.
When you recover you notice your front legs are now looking a lot more eagle like and your hair—what was left of it, on your head—has been replaced by feathers. And the hoses are still coming for you!
Luckily this time you are able to run out of the reach and avoid them. The hoses stretch out as if they could still sense you but they cannot reach outside the cell and you breath a sigh of relief.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 13 September 2010
Back on the ground?
You pad on out and back to the stairs and start going up hoping for better luck on the next level. This level does not have a door just the outside walls and a large window to an ocean. Funny; you don't recall seeing an ocean when you were outside. Turning around you see the door outside and ground just outside? You stand there, blinking, in mild shock. You had been on the ground, and then you went up two flights of stairs, and you're back on the ground? You aren't at all sure you want to know how that works...
You look out and are surprised to see what looks like roofs in the middle of the ocean. You almost gag on a horrible smell -- the place is heavily infested with mildew! But wait, you can't see any mildew growing... The wallpaper is clearly water-stained, and much of it is peeling off the walls; there's a lot of furniture piled up near the stairs going down. It looks like this room must have been flooded at one point; as for the stench, perhaps you just have a more-acute nose, now that you're a sphinx-creature.
Unfortunately there is nothing here to help you on your quest for greater humanity. You shudder a little and climb up the stairs again. The next landing opens up into what looks like a library; at least, the walls are lined with shelves filled with scrolls and books, and there are a number of free-standing shelves in the middle of this room. A mage's library...
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 13 September 2010
In the Libary
You smile and your sphinx instincts also agree with you. Perhaps there is something here that could turn you human. Hey you'll settle for what you were when you set off. Now, how would I organise my library if I were a wizard? you ask yourself as you enter the chamber, the clicking of your front talons on the stone floor comfortably similar to that of your rear paws.
As you enter, a disembodied voice cries, "State request!"
It's magic, you tell yourself. Don't panic, it's magic. "Ah... I want to be human," you reply, and you don't care for the raucous undertone your voice has acquired somewhere along the way.
"Human Transformation spells. Last shelf" the voice replies.
"Thanks," you say as you start off to...
Where is the 'last shelf', anyway?
"Go forward until you hit the wall and turn right" the voice says—and something in your sphinx instincts agrees. Right; forward to the wall, and turn, um, right. You follow these directions, and just before the stairs up you find the shelf. Very few of the books have a spine, or at least not a spine like the books you knew back home and you can't even read most of the contents of them.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 14 September 2010
A Spelle By Whych A Familliare Maye Open a Potion Bottel
Well, 'most' isn't 'all', so you scan the few titles that you can understand --- aha! A Spelle By Whych A Familliare Maye Open a Potion Bottel! That spell must give its target hands, so...
Hold it.
"Voice?" you ask. "Have I reached the section on human transformations yet?"
"Human Transformation spells. Last shelf" the voice replies.
"Tell me when I get there, please." And with those words, you keep going. You hold the "Familliare' spellbook in the talons of one foreleg, so your gait isn't as steady as it ought to be, but that's just a temporary handicap. You look to the left and right as you walk, your remarkably keen eyesight picking up on every visible detail of the magical tomes on each side. This chamber is a lot bigger than it has any right to be, but before long, you spy a likely title: A Compenndium of Fysickal Alterations at Hand. Excellent! It's on the topmost shelf, but you can easily reach it with your free talon when you rear up on your hind legs. Standing up like that, you're no more stable than any other quadruped, but strategic wing-flaps are an immense help.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 15 September 2010
Got the book
It's the work of a moment for your talons to extract the book from its shelf... now you need to figure out how to carry your prizes. With one book in each foreleg... And then, smiling at your silliness, you recall your saddlebags; you deposit your books in them, and that's that.
For a moment, you curse your stupidity: You don't know how to cast spells—you've never even had a chance to learn how! But... you're a sphinx, now. Complete with the instincts of a sphinx. And right now, those instincts are telling you that you can indeed cast spells. Of course, you also didn't used to know how to read heiroglyphs, did you? So yes, yes, you can cast spells. All you need is somewhere suitable to cast them: "Voice, where can I cast a spell?"
It responds with "upstairs or downstatirs there is a large room to cast in." Well you know about the bottom one but "Voice what about the top one?"
"The top one is smaller then the bottom one but is enclosed"
You listen to your instincts and they are telling you to check out the top room.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 16 September 2010
Casting
You go up; once inside this spell-testing chamber, you extract the Spelle By Whych A Familliare Maye Open a Potion Bottel from your saddlebags, then find a stand to put it on, and you begin reading. The archaic language is strange, even with the new knowledge you acquired when you put your sphinxtaur costume on, but you still manage to make sense of it: The spell transmutes one appendage of the target into a state wherein said appendage becomes capable of fine manipulatory tasks. Why couldn't the author have just said "it gives hands to a creature which didn't used to have them"? you think, wondering about the necessary thought processes.
You start the incantation. At first you're worried about the gestures --- you don't have hands yet, after all! --- but it seems that your talons are dexterous enough to make the necessary gestures, and you feel the arcane power build up in you. Your tail seems to be getting most of the attention, though.
As you finish the spell you feal a tingle in your tail and turn to see it growing but not into a hand like you hoped. It seems to have changed into a long tentacle!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 17 September 2010
Just remove it
You stare at the unnatural limb for several long moments... and then you decide it doesn't matter. As long as the damn thing can pull the damn necklace off of you, you don't care. Fortunately, you can and do get a good, solid grip on the necklace, after which you pull it off over your head.
The result is immediate; your torso starts returning, along with your hands (which feel odd, but—) and arms and antlers and your hind hooves. "Hang on What?" and then you remember why you put the necklace on in the first place. Yes, you're definitely more of a deer-thing than a cat-thing now; your hands have two thick fingers apiece, and your fingernails are so thick and clunky that they might as well be hooves. In fact... if you let your fingers fall into a resting position, it's awfully hard to tell that they're not hooves...
Focus. You need to focus. You're looking for information on how to regain your humanity; there will be time enough later to research other topics. You look in the book titled A Compenndium of Fysickal Alterations at Hand. and find most of the spells again are too complex for you -- even your instincts are silent when you read those pages. Then again, one of the spells which does seem like it's within your skill, allows you to dive underwater with a bubble of air. It is only enough for 10 minutes, but good for looking around the shoreline—no! focus!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 18 September 2010
More Books.
Apparently, sphinxes are very curious beasts indeed... you're going to have to make sure you don't lose track of your purpose while scouring these stacks of books. Speaking of which, it's about time you got back in the library! Hooves and talons tapping as you move, you return to that dangerously enticing chamber.
"Where is the last shelf, voice?"
"In front of you." it responds and you look at the shelf full of books you can't read. Aaargh! You're a sysadmin; you should be able to read this stuff, by Bast! You pick one of the blank-spined tomes at random, and page through it. It must have been mis-shelved, as it's a history of the tower rather then a spell book. It seems that the ocean room was connected down in the village until a storm forced the wizard to take it up to the hill. Hmmm... according to this, the ocean rose up to to submerge that village---
Suddenly, you realize that you're holding the book off to one side, not in front of you… and you're having no difficulty whatsoever reading it! More, your field of view seems to be much, much wider than it was before --- you can practically see directly behind yourself without turning your head! Tracing the shape of your face with your hoofy hands, you confirm your suspicion: You now have the head of a deer.
There was a mirror by the stairs; looking in it, you're shocked to see your sphinx-taur body, rather then the deer-eagle thing you are now. But you have a deer-muzzle---you can feel it protruding forward… The mirror must see through spells! But why did it not show you as a human in that case? Well, you're in a mage's library, so it should be easy to find out---
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 19 September 2010
Distrability
Damnit! What's with the scatterbrain bit? You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and return to something like a calm state. Clearly, you're still feeling the after-effects of having eaten that blue deer. At this point, it looks like those after-effects aren't going to stop until you end up as a deer! And what if your current... distractability... means that you'll have the mind of a deer, not just the body of one? Not good! The necklace could stop the changes, but you don't really want to wear that thing again; you like your arms too much.
Maybe if you could dispel all the spells? There has to be something here that could do that right? Tilting your head so one eye is aimed to the ceiling, you say, "Voice, where are the books on cancelling magic?"
"1st shelf. By the stairs down"
You move over to there and find a book for dispelling spells. You quickly go down and find a stand. You make the gestures and the incantation ignoring the feelings of your body changing. You watch as you field of vision narrows and your hands regain their usual number of fingers. You look down and you see that you are a sphinx-taur again. And, even better, your head clears with each new body part that return to its 'original' form; apparently, being part-eagle and part-deer meant you had the corresponding instincts, over and above your sphinx instincts, which is why you were having trouble staying on track.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 20 September 2010
More Spells
You look over your body. Well if that spell couldn't return you to human, then you don't have much of a chance of finding a spell to make you human, by Bast.
"By Bast"? Since when... ah. The sphinx instincts, no doubt. Tabling that thought (and by Bast, it feels good to know that you can table a distracting thought!), you ponder what you're going to do... If you can't become fully human, maybe it's possible for you to change yourself so that your body is closer to the human form? "Voice," you say, "where are the body alteration spells?"
"2nd cabinet. 1st shelf from the floor."
The voice is still annoying, but you seem to be getting the hang of its directions now. You quickly find the cabinet; a book entitled Alterations Animalian looks promising. Yes... it's a collection of body-changing spells that focus on addition or removal of animal traits. These spells fall into three main classes; centauric (which is what your body is now), anthropomorphic (anthro for short---just like Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse), and feral (bodies without any human traits at all). The anthro spells look promising---but their duration seems to be rather short. The longest-lasting one is only good for 1 hour!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 21 September 2010
Anthro Time
Still, an hour in a humanoid form is better then no time at all. And you can always re-cast the spell as you feel like it.
You cast the spell and your forelegs disappear; your human and lioness torsos retract into one another, leaving you with only one torso, of more or less human size. You retain your wings, but as for the rest, you are an anthropomorphic lioness. However, the spell seems to have taken a bit out of you; you're as tired as if you'd just finished running a mile. You probably don't want to cast spells that powerful more then once or twice a day. Mental note: Find a way to increase the duration of this spell, you think to yourself. But for now, rest and enjoy the scenery.
The tower is in a place of great natural beauty; to the west, back the way you originally flew in here, you have a breathtaking view of a mountain pass. To the south and east, you can actually see the ocean! It's a good deal further away here than it was when you saw it from that room a couple of floors down... hmm...
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 22 September 2010
Compare the views
You pad downstairs on your two feline feet. And sure enough, when you compare the two ocean views, the shadows are at significantly different angles! There must be a portal somewhere between the ocean views! Now, why would the wizard who built this tower have gone to the trouble of setting that up? You happen to have a book of local history in your saddlebags—no, the bags became a backpack when you turned yourself anthro. Either way, you've got the book, so you find a place in the sun to read it.
You find out he had a marketplace selling items in many villages but most of them got flooded by the ocean and he finally gave up moving and retired. And looking out over the downstairs view, you can see a cluster of old, weathered wooden structures, just barely sticking up out of the water... the roofs of the drowned village?
Why would this world's mages have allowed a village to be flooded out? The book you're reading doesn't provide anything more than mysterious hints; the author seems to have thought that all of their readers would be aware of the relevant facts, so they didn't go into any great detail about this catastrophe. You get up and stretch some kinks out of your back, then return to the library.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 23 September 2010
Library
"Voice, I want to learn more about that flooding which drowned that village," you say to the air.
"History," the voice replies. "Twelve steps forward. Turn left. Second cabinet. Turn right. 85 steps. Turn right."
You follow the voice's directions and find a shelf of books all describing the history of the world, the tower or the wizard. Let's see, now... A Discourse Upon Ye Sybject Of Ye Layte Fluddynge The Whych Hath Afflyckted Many Rejions With Drownynge, that sounds like it might be worth a read.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 24 September 2010
Warming!
It seems like a lot of coastal areas have been flooded. Recalling the global warming from your own world, you go looking for temperature records; that data should be in the history section, too. Pausing only to ask yourself if this world has ice caps like your home did, you scan the history stacks and soon find a shelf full of weather records. Fortunately, the instinctive knowledge which came with your wings includes familiarity with this world's measurement systems; without that familiarity, you'd have a good deal of trouble trying to unriddle these records. And when you do, it's pretty clear that this world has been growing steadily hotter, at a rate of (you find it easy to convert the figures in your head) about a quarter of a degree Celsius per year, for the past decade or so! This is decidedly not good.
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 25 September 2010
Theories
"So what could be causing this?" you think and try and come up with a list of possibilities and a way of testing them. If it's carbon dioxide, you're doomed to remain clueless; this world doesn't even know about the stuff, let alone keep track of it. Natural causes, well seems quite an extreme change and there should be legends about massive climate shifts. These people would know about volcanoes; they wouldn't have records of the CO2 emissions from volcanic eruptions, of course, but if volcanic activity had recently increased, that increase would be recorded. And methane, that's another greenhouse gas, which comes from the gut of pretty much every mammalian creature. So does anyone keep an eye on cattle and horse ownership? Does this world have the kind of bureaucratic record-kee—"Aaaahh!"
Yours is a shout of surprise, not pain; the spell which kept you in humanoid shape just ran out, quite without warning. Your forelegs flowed out of you like an irresistible tide, just in time to catch you when the return of your lioness-body forced you to fall forward. The worst part of it all is that you were just between two closely-spaced bookshelves... and you're wedged in there too tight to move!
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 26 September 2010
Re Casting
You growl in annoyance before you re-cast the anthropomorphising spell from Alterations Animalian. Fortunately, it doesn't tax your energy as heavily as it had the first time; only as much as running a kilometre, maybe just a half-mile. You are quite hungry, though... and the thought of hunting makes your mouth water. Just have to avoid blue deer. Mind you, that deer did taste pretty good—and with the magic-cancelling spell, why not?
You pad outside and are quickly aloft, scanning your surroundings for your next meal... there! Some movement—rabbit-sized—you swoop down and snatch it as you zoom by. It turns out to be a bear, just an very small one with two tails. You gobble it down, unconcerned about getting blood on your fur. It made a good appetiser; you lick your lips as you gain altitude, looking for the main course. And after several pleasant minutes of cruising…
Written by Catprog & Cubist on 27 September 2010