Role

Chapter 3

The old wizard came to a few hours later, very surprised that a headache
was all he suffered. He then quickly reached down, more quickly than he
realized, to feel if his legs were still intact. Not at all bothered by
the fact that his robes didn't quite fit right anymore, he slowly stood
up. Finally realizing something was off, he reached his hand up to his
face. His skin was smooth, smoother than it had ever been. Simply
stunned, he went to adjust the robes around his torso, and felt something
odd.

"Breasts?" She whispered, stunned. Realizing the higher pitched voice
which he...she had just produced, the half-drow screamed. She
immediately went into spellcasting to try and reverse this, but stopped
just after she started. She couldn't remember. Her hand reached for her
spellbook, knowing she had it in here somewhere. The surprise was even
greater when she couldn't even figure out the simplest of what was
written in there.

Days passed before she finally figured out her new path. She couldn't
stay here for it wouldn't be long until there was nothing left but a pile
of ash. The other magi of the circle could be quite vicious, and would
gladly eliminate what was once the most power-hungry, backstabbing wizard
of the group. Without her accumulated knowledge, finding this ritual
herself was near impossible, even with an entire lifetime. She was not
willing to give up on immortality, however. Resigning herself to such a
fate, she sought out the guild of necromancers, as ready as she'll ever
be to restart her studies in the art of magic, and immortatity.