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The Inn: Kisa and Randall
By Mr. Pec
A young, armored, weary female entered the empty Inn and was
instantly recognized by the owner.
"Hello Kisa! how've you been?" he bellowed.
"G'day, Keep. I'm well, and you?" she responded as she stepped up to
the bar.
"As good as could be expected. Business has been slow with the war in
Tyrin, but we make due on the weekends. What brings you back to the
Capital?"
"Business. I'm following a lead on a band of bandits in the High
Country. Seems they've been robbing just about everyone who comes
through the Mountain Pass."
"Yes, I've heard of them. Call themselves the 'Festering Hand.'
Rather morbid name if you ask me."
Kisa was didn't follow up the comment, and her eyes seemed deep in
thought. "Something troubling you, Kisa?"
She looked into Keep's eyes and forced her words. "How's Randall?"
A smile crossed Keep's lips when he realized that her concern was for
the well-being of her dearest friend.
"He is well. Would you like to see him?" Keep moved for the kitchen.
"No, please," Kisa stopped him. "I don't know how I'd react."
Keep could see her pain. He knew they had been through a lot together,
and recent events had turned their friendship on end. He could tell she
needed to talk this out.
"Sit, I'll get some drinks."
Kisa did as she was told and Keep hollered into the kitchen for two
mugs of ale. He then sat across from her and patted her hand on the table.
"Let's talk, Kisa. Not only for my own curiosity, but for your sake."
A tear streamed down Kisa's eye as she fought to find the words.
Just then, a loud crash from the far side of the bar startled them both.
Looking toward the kitchen, they saw a young barmaid crouching over a plate
and two spilled mugs. Keep's wife, Pell, quickly peeked out of the door,
retreated, and then came out with two fresh flagons. The barmaid looked up
and saw Keep and Kisa watching her.
"Sorry, sir. It won't happen again," she said apologetically.
Keep smiled as she retreated back to the kitchens. When he returned
his gaze to Kisa, he could see that the event had done little to distract her
upset mind. He took her hand again and smiled.
"Kisa, tell me what happened."
And with that, she told her tale.
************************
Kisa and Randall had been friends since they both could remember.
Both raised in the shadow of the castle, they were both trained in the ways of
knights and warriors. When they were of age, they set out together as
warriors for hire, and soon built up quite a reputation around the kingdom.
When they heard whispers of an evil Necromancer to the South who was
supposedly raising up an undead army to march on the castle, they knew it
was their duty to stop the evil before it started. With several other
mercenaries, they set out for the Necromancer's castle. Shortly after coming
within sight of the tall, black structure, they were set upon by a seemingly
endless swarm of Orcs.
These creatures were no match for the battle-hardened mercenaries, and
soon they were able to punch through to the castle proper. Flight and phasing
spells gained them quick access, but once inside they faced the true horror of
the Necromancer's power: Undead Warriors.
The wizard had recovered the bodies of hundreds of powerful warriors
and animated their corpses for his army. Some were even the former friends
of Kisa and Randall, and though it was hard, they slew them one by one,
bringing peace to their souls.
As many of the mercenaries battled in the courtyard, Kisa, Randall, the
Hyth-Cairn Cleric Umana and Petra the Barbaress stormed up into the
Necromancer's tower. Umana and Petra went first, and called and all clear
for Randall and Kisa. But just as Randall entered, Umana an Petra were hit
by two bolts of magical energy that rippled through their bodies and sent
them writhing to the floor. Randall sighted the wizard and charged at him
menacingly, sword raised overhead.
Just as Kisa entered behind him, bow notched, she watched the
Necromancer fire a magical bolt into the chest of her dearest friend. As
Randall fell, she sighted the necromancer and fired.
The arrow landed true, right between the eyes of the vile wizard, who
let loose and unholy screech as his body seemed to melt and evaporate into
nothing.
Kisa ran to Randall, and found he was no worse for the wear. The spell
had been interrupted before it could do permanent damage. Even Umana and
Petra seemed fine, and the four warriors descended to the hearty cheers of
their fellow mercenaries.
The army returned to a hearty welcome and treasures galore. In the
three-day-long festival following their return, Kisa lost track of Umana and
Petra, and noticed a few odd things about Randall. His eyes seem to linger a
bit to long at the knights, he flipped his hair in a strange way, and he instead
of going to the games, he wanted to go shopping.
After the festival, Kisa and Randall left the city for their next mission;
A horde of goblins that was terrorizing a small village to the North. During
the ride, Randall complained about his clothes not fitting and seemed pre-
occupied with 'settling down' and 'raising children.' When Kisa confronted
him, he got very defensive.
When they finally arrived in the village and settled into their rooms,
Kisa peeked at Randall while he undressed and noticed that his hair had
gotten longer, his hips had widened, his waist had narrowed, and his body
seemed more slender. Shaking it off, she decided not to make a big deal
about it until she was more sure.
Night fell and morning came, and when Kisa went to find Randall, he
was not in his room. She searched the hotel and barged in on the innkeeper's
wife in her room with a young lady. The wife was braiding the woman's hair
and asked if she could help her. Kisa started to say she was looking for her
friend when she glanced at the young lady, who smiled back. Then she
realized the woman was Randall!
"What is going on?" Kisa insisted.
Before Randall could speak, the wife said, "Your friend here wanted
some new clothes to wear so we went shopping this morning and picked her
out something proper." Randall giggled.
"Randall! What are you doing?"
"Don't take that tone with me, Kisa," Randall said in a melodious
voice. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I don't want to be a
mercenary any more. I just want to settle down with a nice gentleman and be
a good wife."
"But you're a man!" Kisa exclaimed. The wife paused and looked at
Randall, who smiled up at her.
"Oh, dear. You almost had me there." They chuckled together as Kisa
stormed downstairs to the bar.
As she drowned her sorrows, Kisa heard whistles from many of the
male customers in the Inn and saw Randall flowing down the stairs. He
walked up to Kisa and sat down.
"Kisa, I know this may seem sudden, but deep in my heart I know this
is what I want," Randall explained. Kisa finished her ale, grabbed Randall's
arm and hauled him outside.
"We're leaving, and I'm getting you some help."
"Hey, not so rough." A large man followed them outside and protested
Kisa's rough handling of Randall. Kisa slowly turned with her shortsword in
hand and said that she would do whatever she pleased with her friend, and
that he should mind his own business. The man backed off and Kisa caught
Randall blushing.
"C-mon! We're going to see Landric."
They rode back to the capital, the whole way Randall babbling about
cooking, cleaning, men and even babies. He even noticed Kisa's obvious
unhappiness with the topics, and suggested that she try to get more in touch
with her feminine side, like she had. Kisa cringed when she realized Randall
was now referring to himself as a 'she.'
As soon as they arrived, they found Landric in his home, pouring over
his spellbooks, as usual. Kisa explained what had happened to Randall and
Landric examined him . her. As far as he could tell, Randall was now
completely female, and the cause was obviously magic. Kisa remembered the
bolt from the Necromancer.
After Kisa told the story, Landric sat in thought for several minutes.
Finally, he stood up and paced across the room and back. He glanced at
Randall, then back at Kisa, and sat down once more.
Kisa stared into Landric's eyes, "So what can you do?"
"Nothing," Landric stated plainly. "The Necromancer cast some type of
Shape-shifting and Mind Control spell on him. If I were to guess, it is
designed to transform adventurers and turn them away from war. A rather
subversive method, but very effective."
"But the Necromancer is dead! Why is he still changing?"
"Ah, well, you see ... All magical spells must run their course if they
are not canceled. Normally the Necromancer would have continued
channeling magic into the spell, accelerating its effects, but with his death,
the spell is left to run its course at a normal speed."
There was a long pause before Kisa continued, "You mentioned Mind
Control?"
"Yes, I could detect the aura of it on him. Very soon he will be
seeking a husband and talking of settling down."
"To late."
"I see." Landric lowered his head for a moment and then took Kisa's
hand. "I am sorry, Kisa. I know you two were close."
"Thank you, Landric." And with that, Kisa took Randall to the Inn.
**************************
"So that is what happened, but what about his ."
"Condition?" Kisa cut him off. Keep nodded.
"A few months after I left Randall here, I met up with Petra in a village
to the East. Seems when she got there after leaving the festival, she got an
overwhelming desire to forget her barbarian ways and settle down. She was
happy, with a fine husband and growing fields, as well as a growing belly.
She looked as if she were six months pregnant, and when I questioned her
about it, she seemed oblivious to her accelerated condition, only happy to be
bringing a new life into the world."
"I see," Keep said, finishing his beer and calling for another. His gaze
fell upon Kisa's troubled eyes once more, and he asked her what was wrong.
"Does he . she . remember me?"
"Two fresh mugs of the best ale in the Capital," exclaimed a chipper
voice as the vessels met the table. Kisa glanced at the barmaid and a tear
welled in her eye. A confused look crossed the young woman's face.
"What's wrong, Kisa? Ravages of war finally getting to you?" Kisa's
eyes glided down to the barmaid's protruding belly and back to her face,
which was smiling.
"No, Randi, not yet. How . are you?"
"My feet are sore and my back hurts," she said cheerfully. "That's
what I get for working for this slave-driver," Randi continued, poking at
Keep, who guffawed at the accusation.
"At this rate, I'll never find a husband."
"Maybe all you need is a good friend," Kisa stammered. Randi smiled
and leaned in for a hug.
"Friends forever, Kisa. I haven't forgot that."
Keep slipped away as the two embraced, knowing they'd have much to
talk about as their friendship blossomed once more.
The End
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