Hannah watched as the die hit the table. Whatever the roll was, it caused the young man to shrug. "Well you get to keep your gender. Not very exciting right off the bat, but I'm not complaining either."
This kid was cracked. "All right, whatever guy. Have fun," Hannah said before turning and stepping to leave. But then she found that her body tensed up and wouldn't allow her to complete that step. She stood there frozen in the air for a moment before a voice piped up behind her. "Don't be rude now. We only just started!" Hannah slowly retracted her foot, finding that she could step back to where she'd been without a problem. Sweat started to bead her brow as she slowly turned back to the man at the desk. "And my name's Anthony by the way."
"What did you...do to me?" Hannah asked, trying now desperately to remember what she'd eaten and drunk that day, and if any of it could have been drugged.
Anthony waved his hand absentmindedly. "Just enough to make sure we get through this without any issue. And speaking of getting through it, we might as well move onto race."
Hannah's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
This actually caused Anthony to look up, almost bashful. "Oh no, I didn't-no no not race like that um-" He chuckled sheepishly. "In this case it's kind of like species? But in a fantasy sense. Dwarves, elves, halflings, goblins, like that."
Hannah didn't care. She just wanted to get out of here.
"Well um...oh you'll see," he said, dropping another die, this one with many more sides than the last. Looking at the result, he made a sound that betrayed some sort of interest. "Well that will take an additional role real quick," he added, before rolling another die. "Hah! Okay then. Green dragonborn it is." He set to writing something down on one of his papers.
Hannah thought that sounded like something from that Skyrim game so many people had been all over a few years ago, to the point where even she was familiar with some of its terms, despite not even coming close to playing those sorts of games. She didn't really know what the term meant, but it did ring some sort of bell.
As this thought passed through her mind, she felt her skin begin to itch, first on her arm, then all over until it was unbearable. She looked down at her arm and scratched at it, grimacing at the feeling. It was like bugs crawling all over her body. But then as the feeling started to dissipate, she realized that the feeling of her skin was changing as she scratched it. All of a sudden, it was feeling harder and harder, and before her eyes, the smooth dark skin began to form into what looked like a covering of fine scales. Scales that were now turning from dark brown to green. She reared back away from her arm, as if to escape it, but the vision didn't change, and indeed changed further, as these scales grew to points at her joints, her elbows and fingers. And that's when she noticed how swollen her hand looked. It was as if it had been stung by a swarm of bees. Her palm and fingers had doubled in size, but she was horrified to see that her pinky finger was not only smaller than the others, but appeared to be shortening at a rapid pace, making way for the increased size of the other digits. And then within a moment it was gone, leaving her with only three fingers and a thumb. And her fingernails...they looked as if they were shifting forward almost to the ends of her fingers. and then they were lengthening, thickening, sharpening. And then they were claws, protruding from the end of each.
Hannah breathed in sharply, her voice cracking in an aborted whimper of terror. It was only then that she realized how much her feet hurt. And looking down, it became immediately apparent why. Just like her hands, they'd swelled outward, and seemed now to be absurdly constricted by footwear that no longer fit. She looked down just in time to see the seams give way and burst out, sending her stumbling for a moment to catch herself as her now clawed feet burst out, sending her off of her wedges, which toppled to the side.
Then she felt something hit her shoulders. By the time she looked over, nothing was there, but when she looked down, she noticed that her earrings were on the ground. She squinted at them confused, then put a hand to her ear subconsciously. But there was no ear that she could feel. Her eyes widened in horror as both of her newly clawed hands searched the sides of her head. There were no ears to be felt. being scratched by these new clawed digits, she found that the texture of her head seemed even harder than her new skin, almost as if she were tapping a plate with a pen. Then she realized that she could no longer see or feel the hair that typically fell about her head and face. Then feeling about her scalp, she discovered that it felt smooth. Smooth until points began to push out along the vertical ridge of her skull. Hannah's eyes showed absolute terror and a firm lack of understanding of anything that was happening to her. Then without warning, it felt as if her nose and mouth were, ignorant of any whim she might have, pushing away from the rest of her face. She watched it, unable to look away, barely able to blink, as she saw what almost looked like a more spiked maw of a crocodile pushed out and away from her, glasses, precariously poised on the faceward end of this new snout. "Oh my god, what the fuck is happening to me?!"
And then she felt the changes stop. Everything settled into a silent, voiceless horror within her, as she stood frozen to the spot, unable to consider what one would or could do at this point.
A smattering of applause came from a person she'd completely forgotten about for the past minute. Her head whipped in its direction, where she saw this strange young man smiling and clapping. "Wow, now that was interesting to watch. Not that Stephanie wasn't fascinating enough to see, this is just a little different is all. Wow."
"What are you...what is..." Hannah muttered, voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling strange coming out of her elongated jaws, passing over a longer tongue.
Anthony held up his hands in a gesture of placation. "Okay look look, I'll admit maybe I was a little cruel with Stephanie. I didn't tell her this until this end, but this is just temporary all right? You'll have the chance to change back to your old self. It's just going to be for a little while, okay? So you don't have to go freaking out yelling, "Ooooh god I'm a monster what did you do nooooo" over and over all right. All right?"
Hannah could barely process this among everything else. She was shaking. "Did you drug me? Am I-am I-what did you drug me with? Just make this stop!"
Anthony sighed. "Look here's what it is. We're going to play a fantasy game, you, me, Stephanie, and some other friends of yours. But first you have to create an avatar right? You've played games with character creation at some point surely."
Hannah nodded slightly. She'd done something like that when she'd played The Sims a few years ago.
"Well we're basically doing that for you. But in this game, we do it at random using these," he said, picking up a variety of dice, "and the options available in the game."
"What am...what even am I?" she muttered, trying to take this in, looking down at her clawed hands.
"You're a green dragonborn," Anthony said, indicating her with her pencil. "Basically you have draconic blood in your ancestry, so you have some dragon traits."
"What the fuck do you mean I'm a dragon?!" Hannah yelled, clenching her fists, lucky that her new scaled skin could hold up against how hard her claws were now digging into her palms.
"Hey being a dragonborn is pretty cool. You're a bit stronger, your charisma should be up some, and since you're green, you can basically breath out a poison gas cloud once per battle!"
Hannah stared blankly at him. "I breath out...a cloud of poison...to kill people."
"It comes in handy when...well you'll find out anyway. Look I know it's all a lot to take it, but let's just keep going and you'll get the idea as we keep at it. Let's roll for your height and body type!"
Sorry for the long delay everyone. Work's been really busy recently, but I'm glad to finally post this. As you can tell, this time I rolled for Hannah to remain female and turn into a Dragonborn. I hope this won't put too many people off, given that it is a a fairly different choice, but I can't go against the die, so hopefully this will continue to interest as many people as possible. If you're not happy with the results, then I'm sorry for it, but that's the roll of the dice sometimes. I hope you'll continue looking in anyway.
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For the next entry, I think I'm going to do it a little differently than last time. Height is something easily rolled for given the formula in Volo's Guide, and is a well-defined enough number, but last time I found the weight statistic rather esoteric, so this is what I'm thinking this time:
I'll roll for height like normal, then I'll roll for a random female body type. The options I'm thinking of rolling between go something like-
5. Inverted Triangle
8. Narrow Rectangle
Or something like that. These deal with the underlying bone structure and shape of the hips, shoulder, ribs, and so on. Then the entry after that will run the spectrum between muscular, average, fat, and so on. At leas that's what I'm thinking. If you have any ideas for these next entries, feel free to let me know!
I hope you all enjoy the art and writing for this entry and are excited to see where the series goes from here!
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