The Other Woman

<Kespin looked at Cali's spell with awe and jealousy. As she neared, he grabbed her attention. "Now that's not fair. You never said I had to humiliate a wolf. Thought it wouldn't be the first time.">

“Does Garm look humiliated? I happen to know he enjoyed himself immensely. If he’s lucky in the wild his kind are rutting once each winter as the weather turns for the longest period of bitter cold. Garm has been promised the opportunity to induce procreation with each full moon. If there is any humiliation it will be mine when the chit comes due. But do not worry, I will try to time your and my coupling around this obligation if you are still interested. No, don’t answer now. I’ll have your answer when you wake up. If we wake up.” Cali pointed to a stone table and sent Kespin to his nap.

The great wolf growled at the wizened man, but Caligari smacked the stone top twice and Garm climbed up though he did so reluctantly. “Lie down you big oaf, you can’t sleep sitting up like that.” The wolf lowered itself to the stone, but it’s eyes followed her as she hastily scooped up two handfuls of snow collected near the doorway. “Open your legs, Garm.” His tail immediately went to wagging as he dutifully lifted one leg. Cali packed the snow against the empty scrotum and slapped his leg back down. “When you wake up there will be no more pain.” And Garm sighed once, letting his head rest on the stone table and was immediately asleep.

The witch found a nearby table and hopped up on the edge. “Jotun, make sure Sir Jorrik’s sword is laid across his body. It does not need to be pretty or ceremonial, just so long as it’s there. Don’t be long about it, we are on a tight schedule.” Cali slipped the headdress off and pulled at the long tangles of her hair that stuck to it until she could rest it beside her and settle down on the stone. No sooner had she closed her eyes was she looking up at herself on the floor. Her body was covered in a thin layer of ice. Was that really what she looked like? So wild and filthy and flaunting so much flesh? Cali vowed to run a comb through her hair at least when she woke up. If we wake up.

Balar and Erik materialized from nowhere and took in their surroundings. She glanced over at the others who were gawking at her. Cali lowered her head and looked at herself, not her reflection. “Oh this. I told you I was waiting for your party many decades. I guess it was longer than I’d remembered.” Caligari’s flesh was no longer milky white and it hung in wrinkles upon her age-worn body. Her hair was just as wild, but it had gone completely gray and showed more forehead than before. The scant clothes she wore no longer fit with any flattery and a small paunch hung over her waistline. She tested the buoyancy of first her left breast then the right. “Oh tits, I was afraid this would happen.”

OOC: Do the rest of our weapons make the transition or only Jorrik’s super awesome spirit-bound blade?