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Raven's Crossing
By Morpheus
Raven's Crossing was a small town that was much more prosperous than most
others of its size. This was not due to any special products or services
that the people of the town offered, but was entirely due to its location.
Raven's Crossing had been built where two ancient travel routes crossed.
The road to the north led to enormous mountains and deep valleys, a region
that was the ancestral home of several dwarf clans, rock trolls, and the
occasional dragon. The road west led to a vast region of wild magic,
sorcerers, and warlords. To the east and south were the more civilized
kingdoms.
Few traders left Raven's Crossing to go north or west and fewer still
returned. However groups of adventurers would sometimes travel to those
dangerous lands in search of fortune or glory. These adventurers would
usually purchase their supplies in town, at the last outpost of
civilization for some distance in either direction, and those who returned
would have to buy new provisions. Sometimes they would even return
successful and wealthy.
Corwin was a young man and the owner of the town bakery, which he was
closing up for the day. He looked over his empty shelves, feeling pleased
since one of the travelers coming through town had just bought everything
he'd had left, saying that he and his friend's hadn't had fresh bread in
months. The traveler had paid well for it too, nearly twice as much as
the normal price, a sure sign that his journey to the west had been
profitable.
"Not bad at all," Corwin mused as he considered his earnings. "I think
this calls for a pint."
With that Corwin started walking towards the inn. He hadn't gone very far
though when he noticed a beautiful woman coming out of a clothing shop and
locking it up. Corwin smiled at the sight, knowing that she wasn't the
most beautiful woman in town, but she was a close second. Amelia was also
the woman he intended to marry... if he could get her to accept him. It
wasn't any task when there were other suitors trying to catch her eye as
well.
"Amelia," Corwin greeted her as they passed. "I'll be making more of that
honey bread you like tomorrow if you want to stop by."
"That sounds very nice," Amelia responded with a genuine smile that made
Corwin warm inside. "I do so love your honey bread... It goes fantastic
with my grand-mother's jam."
Corwin nodded at that. "You'll have to let me try some of it sometime."
Amelia gave a light laugh. "I'll bring you some tomorrow then." Then she
held up a small basket she clutched in her hand and said, "I fear I can't
talk much now. I promised my mother I'd bring her some fabric and she
worries if I'm late." Then she smiled again and added, "I will see you
tomorrow then."
Once Amelia was gone, Corwin smiled to himself, looking forward to seeing
Amelia. He made a mental note to make the honey bread with the jar of
good honey he'd been saving.
Just then Corwin saw three large men coming towards him, though his
attention was on the one in front, the tall one with bulging muscles.
This was Brand, the village blacksmith and lout. He was physically
powerful in a way that Corwin could only envy, and unfortunately, he too
was interested in Amelia. The two men beside him were his friends, Jeke
and Kell.
"I told you before," Brand exclaimed angrily, grabbing Corwin by his shirt
and snarling in his face. "You don't talk to Amelia. She's mine. MINE!"
"Break his arm," Kell suggested. "That will make him think twice about
touching her..."
Jeke shook his head. "No...he needs both arms to make bread...and my wife
would kill me if she couldn't get fresh bread."
"Well you don't need your legs to make bread," Brand told Corwin, lifting
him off the ground a little and glaring at him. "If I see you so much as
talking to my woman again, I'll break both of them."
Then Brand shoved Corwin to the ground while his two friends laughed. The
three of them glared at Corwin for a moment longer before they turned and
walked away. Corwin got back to his feet and glared at the three men,
wishing he could cut them to pieces with a sword, but he didn't know how
to use one. In fact the only weapon he could use at all was a staff and
not too reliably. As much as he might dislike the idea, the only thing he
could do was stay out of their way.
"Except for Amelia," Corwin told himself. There was no way he was going
to let anyone scare him away from her, not even that lout Brand. With
that Corwin brushed himself off and continued towards the inn, deciding
that he needed a pint of ale even more than before.
The village inn was called the Oger's Head, because long ago an adventurer
returning from the west had left behind a severed oger's head. The oger's
head and then skull had been kept on the mantle as a trophy for many years
before some thief had wandered off with it. And though the trophy had
been gone since before Corwin's father had even been born, the name still
remained.
When Corwin stepped into the Oger's Head, he looked around and saw that it
was much more busy than usual, though that wasn't any surprise. In one
corner, he saw the group of adventurers gathered around a table having
their meal and drinking. They were the reason the inn was so busy. Some
of the people in town came just to get a look at the travelers and hear
the stories of their adventures, while others came for greed more than
curiosity. Successful adventurers were often free with their coin and
could be talked into games of chance or would buy drinks for the whole
inn. It had become a near tradition for the villagers to gather around
successful adventurers for just such reasons.
One of the travelers was a man with a green cloak who had a sword strapped
to his side and carried a nice bow with him. This was the very man who
had come to Corwin's shop to buy bread. However this was the first time
Corwin had gotten a look at his companions.
There was one older man with a red beard and dark gray clothes in a style
which marked him as a wizard. There was a staff leaned up against the
wall beside him which glowed faintly from a red jewel on the top. An
attractive dark haired woman sat beside him, wearing blue and white
clothes and jewelry that marked her as a priestess of some sort. There
was also a large and muscular man in full armor, who looked as though he'd
be ready to jump from his seat and pull out his large sword to begin
fighting at a moment's notice.
The last person at the traveler's table was an extremely attractive and
buxom young woman with golden blond hair. Her breasts were large and
round, threatening to burst free from her clothes, which were oddly
enough, made for a man. This woman was scowling and not looking the least
bit happy.
As Corwin looked over the adventurers, he remembered them from when they'd
come through Raven's Crossing two months ago. He knew for certain that
this busty woman was not with them at that time. But if he remembered
right, he was sure that this group did have another member, a skinny faced
young man with a shifty look about him. Corwin remembered him mostly
because he'd had the look of a thief about him, though there was no sign
of this man now.
Corwin turned his attention away from the travelers and instead looked to
where Brand and his friends were sitting, gulping their ale and laughing
loudly. They'd barely had a head start on Corwin, but were already acting
as though they were drunk. Branch casually slapped the ass of the serving
wench while she took it with a fake smile plastered on her face. Corwin
just scowled, hating the idea of a man like that being married to Amelia.
She deserved much better than someone like Brand.
A moment later Corwin went to the bar and nodded at the innkeeper Durgin.
Durgin was a stocky man with thick muscular arms and a beard that would
have done a dwarf proud. In fact there were rumors that Durgin might even
be part dwarf. He was also glaring at Brand and his friends, due to the
small fact that that the serving wench they were bothering was his
daughter. However Durgin would tolerate a great deal as long as they paid
their tab and didn't go too far. However Corwin suspected that they were
edging very close to that line.
"I'll have a pint," Corwin told Durgin as he dropped his coins onto the
counter.
Once Corwin had a drink in hand, he leaned back against a support column
and looked around. There were no seats open at the moment, so he had to
make due with a good standing spot, something which was not unusual when
the Oger's Head was at its busiest. Corwin was close enough to the
travelers that when he paid attention he could even hear their
conversation.
"I am so sick of this flaming curse," the buxom woman exclaimed in
frustration, grabbing her breasts and scowling in annoyance. "I like
these on my women...not on me."
"I've tried every trick I know to break the curse," the wizard told her
patiently. "You know this is beyond my skills or I'd break it this
moment... just to end your incessant complaining."
"I too have tried everything I can," the priestess assured her.
The man in green whom I assumed was some sort of hunter or ranger told
her, "You know this is why we head to Arrivar. Hopefully we can find a
wizard there who knows how to break your curse."
The buxom woman glared at them and snapped, "You have no idea how
uncomfortable and embarrassing this is..."
At this point the large warrior just laughed. "It's your own fault," the
warrior told the woman. "You were the one who stole that amulet... Did
you think that sorceress would just leave an amulet like that lying around
if it wasn't some sort of trap?"
The woman grumbled and pulled out a gold amulet that had a large ruby in
the middle of it and which was hung from a golden chain. "I wish I'd
never seen this flaming thing," she exclaimed, tossing it on the table in
front of her.
The other travelers all jumped back and the man in green glared at her,
saying, "Be careful with that... You know that thing is still cursed and
I for one don't wish to catch it too."
Corwin frowned, wondering what it was that they were talking about. He
could see the amulet and heard their talk of a curse, but knew that there
must be much more to the story than he could possibly guess. He shrugged,
deciding it wasn't any of his business and continued his drinking.
Eventually the travelers all got up and went upstairs to their rooms. It
wasn't until they were gone that Corwin looked over and noticed that
they'd left that golden amulet behind on the table. He started towards
it, calling out, "Hey, you left..."
Suddenly Kell shoved Corwin back and snatched up the medallion, looking at
it greedily as he said, "Finders keepers... This is mine now."
However a moment later Brand yanked it out of his hand and exclaimed, "Now
it's MINE." He flexed his thick muscles to make himself look even more
intimidating and Kell scowled, but backed down.
Corwin frowned, knowing that those travelers probably wouldn't be happy
about having someone walk away with their property, even if they did
accidentally leave it behind. He suspected that they'd come back and want
to talk to whoever it was who had it.
Just then Kell suddenly blurted out, "I feel strange..."
"Shut up," Brand snapped at him, then paused as he noticed something
strange about Kell.
Corwin stared at Kell in stunned amazement, noticing the man's hair had
grown nearly six inches longer than normal and was growing even more. The
stubble which always adorned his face had vanished, leaving the skin as
smooth and hairless as that of a young boy. Then Corwin realized that
Kell was actually shrinking and transforming right before his eyes.
A moment later, Brand exclaimed, "By Scarn's seven tails..."
"What the...?" Corwin gasped, seeing that Brand was changing the same way
Kell was. His hair was growing longer, his beard was getting shorter and
fading away, and he was starting to lose some of his size of which he was
so proud.
Kell grabbed his chest and gasped in horror as the flesh began to swell,
pushing out underneath his clothes and stretching them with recognizable
orbs. Brand followed immediately afterwards, dropping the amulet as he
felt his own growing breasts with a look of disbelief. Most of the
patrons in the inn had run out, horrified at the idea that whatever was
happening to these two men might happen to them as well, and those who
remained all stood and stared.
"What in Scarn's name is happening to me?" Brand demanded as he grabbed
between his legs in obvious shock and terror. His voice sounded
different, no longer rough, but softer and higher pitched. At this point
his once impressive muscles had faded away almost entirely.
"It's flaming gone," Kell screamed in panic as he grabbed between his own
legs.
Corwin could hardly believe what he was watching as their transformations
both finished, leaving both men looking completely different than before.
Both had shrunk and become shorter than Corwin by a noticeable amount, not
to mention they were obviously female. In fact Corwin realized that both
of the newly transformed women in front of him looked much like the buxom
woman from the group of travelers.
Brand had become a very attractive and busty young woman with long black
hair and Kell looked very much the same, except his hair was a reddish
color. Both were frantically grabbing at their bodies with looks of
horror and disbelief.
"You turned into girls," Jeke exclaimed unnecessarily.
"Magic," Corwin gasped, looking down at the amulet on the floor.
"A curse," a new voice said.
Corwin turned and saw the green clothed adventurer standing there, staring
at Brand and Kell with a deep scowl. Then he pulled out his dagger in a
swift move that caused both former men to step back.
Corwin gulped, realizing that the traveler was going to kill those two for
trying to steal the amulet. He hated Brand and Kell, but wasn't about to
let that happen if he could help it.
"Don't hurt them," Corwin ordered, trying to sound confident and
authorative.
The adventurer paused to look at Corwin in surprise before responding, "I
have no intention of hurting them." Then he bent over and used the blade
of the dagger to pick up the amulet by the chain. "This cursed thing has
caused too much trouble already..." Then he carefully dropped it into a
canvas sack.
"Evil magic," someone exclaimed fearfully, thuogh Corwin couldn't see who.
"Aye," the adventurer responded. "Cursed so any man who so much as
touches it is turned into a woman. One of my own party has been so cursed
so we're taking him...her and this amulet in search of someone who can
break the curse." He paused to scratch his chin and added, "We haven't
had much success so far."
"I...I'm stuck like this?" Brand gasped with a look of horror.
The adventurer just shrugged and answered, "It looks like it." Then he
turned and walked to the stairs to go up to his room, apparently deciding
that Kell and Brand were no longer worth giving more attention to.
However Corwin heard him mutter, "Stupid thief couldn't keep his hands off
it..."
"I can't be a woman," Brand exclaimed, grabbing his bountiful chest and
staring at it with a look of disgust. "What am I supposed to do? I can't
work my forge like this..."
"You probably can't even lift your hammer now," Jeke pointed out with a
faint smirk, obviously pleased that he'd escaped the fate of his two
friends.
Suddenly Durgin grabbed Brand's arm and exclaimed, "You owe me a large tab
Brand... not to mention what you owe me from the tables you broke during
your brawl last week."
"What?" Brand gasped, afraid as he realized that Durgin was now much
larger than him.
"I expect you to still pay me what you owe me," Durgin told him with a
scowl. "And if you can't make money at the forge to pay me back, then
you'll just have to work off your debt here..." He paused dramatically
before adding, "I can use a couple new serving wenches..." He looked at
Kell who gulped nervously.
Corwin watched in amazement as Durgin browbeat Brand and Kell, telling
them in no uncertain words what he expected from them as his serving
wenches, and that he would make sure they fulfilled those duties until
their tabs had been fully paid off.
After a minute Corwin turned and left the Oger's Head, shaking his head in
amazement at what he'd just seen. He'd seen some strange things in
Raven's Crossing, brought there by adventurers who were passing through.
However he'd never seen anything as strange as what had just happen to
Brand and Kell.
Then Corwin suddenly realized something else about today's events...
Since Brand had been transformed into a woman by that curse and there
didn't look like there was a way to undo it... that meant he would no
longer be able to woo Amelia. Corwin grinned as he considered the fate of
his rival and the fact that he was no longer either a threat or
competition for Amelia.
"I really should be getting to bed early tonight," Corwin chuckled to
himself as he started for home. "After all, I have to get up extra early
to make the honey bread..."
The End
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