Fantasy A Triple OP Isekai Adventure

[GojiBean]

Ugh... What happened? She thought.

The last thing I remember was being trapped in the elevator, and then... Agh... Why does my head hurt so much?

She turned her head to the left and slowly became aware of the tickling sensation against her cheek. It felt like... grass? No, she couldn't be on grass. She was just in a metal elevator a few moments ago, right? But then, how did she plan to explain the smell? It was unmistakable. The scent of grass. Everyone knew that scent because everyone, at some point in their life, had laid down in a grassy field or out on a grassy lawn.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

"Yep. That's grass all right. But h-nngh."

She put a hand on her forehead and partially covering her right eye. It felt like she had a cluster headache. And wasn't it just typical that it was on the front right side of her head? That's where it always seemed to be whenever this happened.

"MmmmMmm."

She opened her left eye, and what she saw dropped her jaw and hands to the ground.

It was beautiful. Stunningly so. A vast open grassland waving gently in the breeze as far as the eye could see. There were vague hints to some lightly wooded areas here and there. And to what she presumed was North lay a series of mountains. But they didn't look like any she was familiar with. Not that she was a geology expert or anything. But they looked... Different. More jagged and irregular than the usual mountain landscapes she saw in books and on tv.

Shifting her weight and looking South, she spied what looked like a distant series of hills leading towards a darker and dryer landscape of dirt and stone. To the West lay more grasslands. And to the East, more grasslands. But, wait a sec. To the East. Were those... MOUNTAINS IN THE SKY?! She blinked several times and shook her head.

"Yep. Those are mountains all right. But they're floating? How's that even a thing? What happened to gravity?"

She blinked a few more times and rubbed her eyes.

Nope. Still there. Am I dreaming?

She reached up and pinched her cheek, hard.

Well, if I'm dreaming then pain seems to be well replicated. Guess I'd know a thing or two about that though, wouldn't I?

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she then noticed something else.

.......... Am I.......... Taller?

Looking down, she nearly had a heart attack.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOOBS?!"

She jumped to her feet and felt her chest.

W-w-w-wait a minute! I was a DD cup before, right?! Did they get smaller? And, arguably more importantly... Perkier?

They were definitely higher on her chest than she remembered. And there was no mistaking it. They were a little bit smaller. But there was also another issue.

Oh my shit. What am I wearing?

Looking at herself more thoroughly, her outfit was revealing to say the least. A black collar that arced down to a white top covering a good chunk of her torso. But all of her shoulders and the top of her chest were exposed. It was like one of those fantasy RPG character clothing designs where function and realism played basically no part in the design. Case in point, that top flowed straight down into long flaps which covered the front and rear, but not the sides. Her legs were almost completely exposed to either side all the way down to her ankles. About the only other thing covering her below the waist was a belt and sash with a strap for... Was that a staff? With some kind of orb on the end, no less. But where'd she get this? When did she get this? Also, when did gloves going midway up her biceps become a fashion statement?

As she turned her head she saw strands of white flash in her vision.

"... Dear god, please, no..." She whimpered, taking a handful of her hair and bringing it all the way round to get a good look at it.

"AM I OLD?!"

Immediately she felt her face. No wrinkles. Okay, that was good. But still, she wanted to se-... She pulled out the staff and brought the end with the orb up to her face.

"Oh... My... Shit..."

She was beautiful. Like, actually beautiful. She wasn't half bad looking before. But she wouldn't have gone so far as to call herself beautiful. But now she had clear, flawless skin. A smooth and graceful jawline. A cute button nose. And large expressive eyes with rich golden irises that seemed to emit a very subtle glow. Her ears were long, pointed, and angled slightly downward. And her hair, though a beautiful silvery white, was definitely not normal. But, she couldn't say she disliked it. It was lush, full, soft, and incredibly silky. Like that feeling your hair gets when you're fresh out of the shower and after giving it a thorough wash with shampoo.

"Am I an elf?"

She put the staff back in the strap and looked up and around again. Wherever she was, it wasn't the Earth she knew. But something else finally caught her attention as she scanned the area. There were others. She'd completely missed them before because of the shock of her new environment. But there were three other people around her.

"Well, at least I'm not alone. But seriously, what the hell happened to me?" She muttered to herself.

What was going on? Where was she? Was she dreaming, or conscious? Did she die? And if so, was this heaven or hell? Or something else altogether?

She had no answers. But maybe one of them would?

 

[GojiBean]

Having recognized the others around her as being humanoid like her, she prepared to go check them and see if they were okay. However, before she could get more than a few steps one of them seemed to wake up. It was a male. And unless her eyes were bold faced liars he had pointed ears just like her. So he was an elf, too?

It seemed to be confirmed when he asked if he was an elf out loud.

"Seems that way!" She called out, as she was still a fair distance from him.

She began heading towards him while glancing around to check the others as well. They still seemed to be out. Hopefully they'd wake up soon. She needed to know if any of them knew what was going on and how she got here.

"I don't suppose you're a native here?"

The answer was pretty much in how he'd woken and examined himself. But, better safe than sorry, right?

CHUUYAS_HAT

 

[Sir Les Paul]

CHANGELING THIEF​

Valen​

Location Unknown Grassland
Status Anxious, confused
Voice Liam O'Brien

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Tags: GojiBean CHUUYAS_HAT

At the time of his death, his alias was Liam Williams. Entirely fake, of course. Well, the names were real, but the person they were meant to represent was a fabrication. Just another elaborate rouse for the sake of getting close to his target. Sato something-or-other—it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Not when he had a steel reinforcement panel from the floor above him embedded in his abdomen while the sky seemed to rain rubble and debris down on him. The last thing he remembered was the painful pelting from various parts of the ceiling before he was impaled, crushed, and of course, eventually died.

He never knew steel would screech like that, but apparently when it bent in unnatural ways during a demolition, it could sound like it was wailing agony.

Much the others, he awoke in the grassy field they would all find themselves in. The difference was, his awakening was just the slightest moment after his own. Unlike his peers, his panic thrust him into a type of survival mode. Given his near-death (or, factually, actual-death) experience and sudden, jarring change in landscape, his assessment of the situation was that of danger. Despite that, it did not illicit a flight or fight response. No, no, those were frowned upon in the corporate. Instead, he played dead. He laid there and listened.

English, it seemed. He spoke quite a few languages, it just lucked out that they were speaking one he knew.

He continued listening.

He didn't have eyesight on the floating mountains, but the way the woman seemed to just be narratively describing everything she saw painted her in a certain light that Asher didn't immediately find inspiring.

Yeah. There's grass on the ground. Thanks, Captain Obvious...

Then she screamed about her breasts. Then, her age. Then, she declared herself an elf.

Those are... definitely some priorities she has there.

Her surprised tone had him internally connect some dots. If she was apparently different, there was a chance he was, too. Problem being, he had a pretty limited range of site he could maintain while playing dead. All he could see was the new alabaster color of his hands, a stark contrast to the olive tan he once had. What a waste, he thought; he had worked on that in the Cayman Islands.

Thoughts that were interrupted by another voice. Announcing it was an elf. What the absolute fuck was going on. Then finally, a good question. It gave some insight. The idea of someone being a native meant that the person asking likely considered themselves an outsider–of which Asher obviously was as well–and this would give him the insight needed to further assess the situation. Now, the answer that was given was incredibly concerning. A wizard? Summoning spells? This sounded like those nerdy-ass Japanese comics Asher was far too old for.

Then they corrected themselves. It was a joke. Asher would never admit it, but he had been had. He believed it for a second. Why wouldn't he? None of this made sense.

What did ultimately confirm was that at least individual present identified as a non-native, another highly-likely wasn't, and he knew factually that he wasn't. Chances were, then, they were all likely in the same situation. It didn't necessarily make the situation less dangerous, but it did change his perspective on things. All his team-building exercises in his other life told him that trying to figure this out together would merit far better results than working alone.

Well, maybe, it did seem like one of his comrades was obsessed with their own body. Maybe she had paid for them and suddenly losing them felt like a bad investment? That would make sense.

Asher tried to get himself up only to find his body was entirely out of proportion than the others. How the others managed to adapt so quickly was beyond him. Maybe those elven bodies just had an inherently higher dexterity. Maybe they were closer to their original builds. Maybe it was fact Asher had grown significantly smaller. Maybe it was just some weird anomaly with his new body. Whatever it was, it had him stumble upwards only to fall right back down, catching himself with his arms as to prevent a full face-plant, but not enough to entirely avoid the thump of a grown body hitting soft soil.

"Fuck me," he cursed, a reactive obscenity shouted in response to his tumble downward. He exhaled on the ground afterwards and just laid there, silently, realizing he was now hit with some weird vertigo.

This man was having a rough time adjusting.

 

[November Witch]

Thulia Andahlia

~{Wake Up Call}~​

Status: Confused & Scared
Location: ???
Mentions: Sir Les Paul CHUUYAS_HAT GojiBean

It was funny in hindsight. Just how funny a final thought could be. How wrong or misguided it could be. How poetic or prophetic it could seem. Hearing the rumbling approach, Thulia was unsure exactly what was happening, or how much or little danger she was in. But she was an employee of the establishment, and it was not only her contractual duty, but moral duty to make sure the customers and her fellow coworkers exited the building safely in the event of an earthquake. The heavy wooden bookshelf that pinned her coworker was heavy, and awkward. For those final few seconds of ignorant bliss, there was no real fear. Thulia didn’t know her life was in imminent danger. The struggling with the bookshelf made her think to herself.

I wish I was stronger. Maybe I should start going to the gym?

A fleeting thought with no urgency, and one that somewhat amused Thulia. She was about to ask for help when everything went black, and a deafening noise echoed for a fraction of a second before absolute silence. Absolute nothingness. Not even consciousness or a sense of self. It was impossible to tell how much time passed. Like entering sleep and waking without a clock or window, her eyes would open with no sense of passing time. It could have been years or a second that she was nowhere. Non-existent.

A gasp, and a jerk. Like the sudden feeling of falling just before slumber.

Thulia found herself face down in the grass. Odd. She was in the cafe moments before, right? Perhaps it was a seriously massive earthquake, and something happened to her too? Maybe she was outside, in some sort of triage area, or safe area? Thulia placed both hands on the ground and pushed herself onto all fours. She noticed her nails were pink… Weren’t they yellow when she painted them the day before? The next thing she noticed was her hair. Rather, the lack of it. Normally, a black curtain would be draped over her head right now, but there was nothing. What she could see was a very light color.

“Woah.”

An instinctual reaction to the lack of hair. She also noticed pink sleeves on her arms, which were certainly not that color earlier. The confusion was mounting, and while her mind kept offering solutions, they weren’t satisfactory. Though things got weirder and weirder. Thulia would sit up on her knees and look down at herself. Her breasts felt smaller for some reason and looked that way too. As she looked down, she’d notice her garb. It seemed like something she’d wear for a cosplay or find someone wearing in one of her fantasy visual novels. But while her chest felt lighter, her head felt heavier… She could see something just out of her vision on the very corners of her periphery. But they moved with her head, so she couldn’t see. Reaching up, she felt too smooth, hard objects on either side of her head. They felt like they were connected to her skull… Horns? Antlers? Her fingers traced them to their base, where she felt something furry and odd where her ears should be. But she could still hear…

“What the…”

She was confused, but also scared as she felt these furry ears she suddenly had. Her mind was faltering and falling behind as it tried to process everything. This was all so wrong. Was it a dream? But… It felt so real. Her body felt different. Almost like she was younger. Well, that would definitely explain her breasts, but how was it possible? How was any of this possible? Her eyes moved off her own body for a moment and scanned the horizon. She was in a beautiful field, with a sapphire sky overhead. Dotting the wild blue yonder were floating isles and the occasional bird that she didn’t recognize. This really felt like an anime, or visual novel. Was she really in some other world?

Her mind was racing, and still trying to process everything. There was much she didn’t notice, like her changed voice, her tail, the voices speaking some 15 feet behind her and by extension, the others in her same position. She stayed silent, and mostly unmoving as she looked out in front of her. Though her body may have been stationary, her mind was going a million miles a minute in an attempt to make sense of an impossible situation…

 

[GojiBean]

Her brow furrowed.

"Normally, I'd ask you to finish that sentence. But given the way you replied it's obvious you're in the same position as me."

She looked around at a couple others who were starting to rise. There was a girl with horns on her head and... What kind of ears were those? Elf ears she could handle. But those? Think. Think. Horns. Fuzzy ears. A bison? No way. Some kind of ram? No, they had curly horns. Whatever. She'd figure it out later.

"Hey! You there!" She called to the horned girl. "Do you understand me?!"

Hopefully she did. Maybe they could figure out what the hell was happening here if they all talked it out.

And... What was with that one guy? ... It was a guy, right? It looked like one. It also looked unsteady and fell down on its own almost as if it had no sense of balance. Then again, looking at herself she couldn't say she didn't have a few awkward steps at first when she came over to this other elf guy. She'd gotten taller, actually. Quite a bit taller. Her legs were longer, her waist a bit narrower, and her hips a tiny bit wider. But... She felt her chest, and her face sunk.

Of all the things which could get smaller! She thought. Wait. Why do I care?! This hardly matters right now!

She looked over towards the... thing that fell.

"Hey! Need a hand over there?"

CHUUYAS_HAT November Witch Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

CHANGELING THIEF​

Valen​

Location Unknown Grassland
Status Frustrated
Voice Liam O'Brien

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Tags: GojiBean CHUUYAS_HAT November Witch

What are muscles? We move every day without really thinking about what goes on. We take a sip of coffee. We curl some heavy weights. We bring a fork to our lips. Some of us even have our fingertips dance across a keyboard. The vast majority of us give no credence to what a muscle really is. In fact, a good majority of the population in developed worlds don't even realize that the steak on their plate was once just a muscle in an animal.

Muscles are fundamentally a bunch of cells and proteins brought together in long, cylindrical strands within our bodies, anchored normally to the bones, that relax or contract to cause movement. Not all muscles work quite the same, but right now, only one set of muscles mattered. The striated ones of the arms and legs that were triggered by motor neurons and communicated that trigger via acetylcholine and eventually calcium ions all the way to the actual cells doing the movement.

Most people, like Asher, took those muscle fibers for granted. Asher was only just now realizing this...

...BECAUSE HE COULDN'T FUCKING MAKE HIS LIMBS DO WHAT HE WANTED.

Shift his weight to the left to steady himself, a gross over-correction that resulted him him tilting over to his left. His legs, unsteady and actively shaking, were not yet so stable that he could maintain that weight, so they slipped, stained his pants with the grass he was destroying beneath his body weight, and he hit the ground again. And, again, and again. Each time only getting marginally better as he pushed himself up with his hands, simply trying to get his torso off the ground so that he could setup. Never in his life had he this type of struggle and he had tried plenty of drinks and drugs in his time.

By the time the allegedly-Elven hussy had asked if he needed help, he was already ten kinds of pissed off, slightly sore in his forearms and knees, and had fallen a handful of times. Before he answered, he just stared at the ground. The grass. The pretty verdant strands sitting still beneath him as his hovering body in a crooked plank position sheltered them from the wind.

"What is this bullshit?" he asked, rhetorically, venting his frustration. "Why is it so easy for you fucks to move your new bodies while I have to become intimately close with the dirt of this new planet?" he continued, making it more clear he wasn't asking a genuine question.

He calmed down. Slightly. Only slightly. "Unless one of you can either lift me up or make my arms and legs obey my brain, I don't know how much help there is for me," he said, only slightly less sarcastic now that he was done cursing all of existence.

 

[November Witch]

Thulia Andahlia

~{Misunderstandings}~​

Status: Confused & Scared
Location: ???
Mentions: Sir Les Paul GojiBean CHUUYAS_HAT

Her eyes sought the sky and searched for something that wasn’t there. Something she couldn’t see. In fact, Thulia wasn’t really seeing anything right now. Like reading a book on autopilot, she was looking but not seeing. Too caught up in her mind and attempting to decipher, deny, or reason this impossible feat. It was hard for her to handle, as evidenced by her unflinching nature. Even when called out to, she didn’t register the words. She heard them, but didn’t understand the implications. A backlog was forming in her brain as it tried to solve this problem in a cycle that kept failing and restarting. All the other stimuli and their subsequent meaning were all in a queue to be registered.

However, it would soon change as one of those outside stimuli was registered as a threat and shoved to the front of that line. Someone in an aggravated tone was cursing behind her. Her head whipped around, where she saw a group of people. It seemed at least one had noticed her, but their attention was on some man with incredibly pale skin and hair. The other two figures had pointed ears, and didn’t look very threatening. But in this situation, she was scared of both girls. Girls? One was certainly a girl, and she was very pretty looking. But the redhead? It looked like a girl, but she wasn’t sure.

Either way, Thulia would attempt to stand, only to fall. The second time, she did it alot slower, and her legs shook like a newborn calf’s as she tried getting used to this new body. She would take slow steps away from everyone, focusing on her steps and trying not to fall.

“P-Please don’t hurt me, I’ll leave…” Thulia pleaded, her voice filled with clear uncertainty and fear. She hadn’t processed anything before she heard the man cussing. Had these two elves(?) hurt him? Was she next? She sped up her backpedaling, only to fall again. “I-I’m leaving and I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” She said frantically, trying to stand up again. Why was she so unsteady?! What was happening?! Her eyes darting around frantically, and it was clear the girl was on the edge of panicking.

 

[GojiBean]

So it was a guy. At least, judging by the voice it was. Still, that ashen white appearance had her a little unnerved. And the way he was cursing about everyone else being able to walk while he was struggling made her arch an eyebrow while moving towards him and the girl with horns on her head.

Valid question, I guess. I was a little off for a few steps, but overall I'm walking just fine. Weird.

She approached the horned girl and leaned down to give her a pat on her shoulder.

"Nobody's going to hurt anyone, dear. Try to relax." She cooed with a warm smile.

She then moved to the guy on the ground and knelt down next to him.

"Oi. Need a hand?" She asked, extending her hand to him.

Sir Les Paul November Witch CHUUYAS_HAT

 

[November Witch]

Thulia Andahlia

~{Realization}~​

Status: Confused & Scared
Location: A field
Mentions: Sir Les Paul GojiBean CHUUYAS_HAT

“I-I’ll do whatever you want! Please d-don’t hurt me!”

Thulia was thoroughly panicking now, making it even harder to process or register the words being spoken to her. Seeing someone approach her in such a panic only worsened thing. Again, the girl attempted to stand, only to fumble again and again, falling onto her bum or her knees each time. It seemed like she was fairing no better than the man and was just as emotional. Except, hers wasn’t channeled into frustration, but panic and fear. After falling back once more, she curled into the fetal position, sniffling and mumbling out different variations of apologetic phrases, and pleads to not hurt her. She was well and truly lost, convinced someone was going to hurt her.

When the hand fell onto her shoulder, she pressed her eyes closed tightly and froze, as if expecting something. It wasn’t just her body, but her mind froze as well, waiting for a sharp pain. Something that would indicate she was dying. But instead, with her mind at a standstill, she was able to process the words the other spoke.

“R-Really?” Thulia sniffled, and relaxed a bit, looking up at the pretty white-haired elf.

The pinkette wiped her her eyes and sat up, still shaking from the panic and adrenaline that had started coursing through her. She now looked around at the people and took things in with a more rational mind. Now that she knew she wouldn’t be killed, her eyes would linger on everyone for a moment. Wanting to forget the scene she’d just caused and move on; she spoke up again. Her voice was sweet and had a softness to it. Like she would be good at singing or reading stories.

“Uhm… What are your names?”

 

[DracoNightshade]

"Ugh, my head." A little bit away from the others, Jason lay in the fetal position clutching his head in mild pain. He had just been walking by when an especially large chunk of debris came from seemingly out of nowhere and then, nothing. Next thing he knew, he was lying in the middle of some random field with a headache. And, considerably less facial hair than before?
The second he realized that he could feel more grass on his face than normal, his eyes shot open and he noticed the end of a bushy red tail.
"What the-" Just then, he also realized the voice he was hearing was not quite his own, the sound of it being a much higher pitch. As he sat up, he felt movement behind him, while watching the tail move as well. Not long after, he could feel something that he was certain he never had before. Looking down, he realized that his vision was obstructed by two mounds clad in leather and metal. "Wait, not mounds, breasts?"
Jason tentatively cupped the unfamiliar anatomy before another thought occurred to him. "Wait, if I have breasts, does that mean..." Reaching down to his groin, he felt an emptiness there between a pair of thick thighs.
To no one in particular, the former man yelled. "What the hell is going on!"

GojiBean November Witch Sir Les Paul

 

[Sir Les Paul]

CHANGELING THIEF​

Valen​

Location Unknown Grassland
Status Frustrated
Voice Liam O'Brien

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Tags: GojiBean November Witch DracoNightshade

Asher would in fact take the hand that was offered to him. His acclimation to this new body was slow, sure, but not so gradual that it would take him days. He recalled, in his youth, having a pet crayfish. He picked instead of a fish, though his parents eventually acquired a full aquarium nonetheless, because he liked the pretty blue shell of the crustacean. Imagine his disappointment when the shell darkened in hue and lost the vibrancy he once admired. He kept that crayfish for many more years, but as a curious child, he learned more about the process of molting. An animal would shed its skin, typically a hard, protective outer layer. It would emerge as soft and weak, highly vulnerable and easy prey, but it was nonetheless necessary for growth.

To achieve greatness and reach the apex of their species, animals that chose this evolutionary path would have to go through periods of vulnerability. While he stumbled and listened to the others, Asher could not help but remind himself of that old crayfish, Tealy. Not that he knew now the power all of them would grow into, just that at the moment, he apparently underwent a massive change and couldn't feel more vulnerable.

In times like these, taking the hand that was offered was the best course for success. You didn't need to trap weak prey, so it often meant someone actually meant to help. Abusing that selfless gene was just one way he knew to survive.

Luckily he was fairly light and short, so his center of gravity wasn't a large problem. The elf helping him to his feet would be able to fairly easily discern he was being quite earnest in his difficulties. Like a newborn babe that could not support its own head or a drunk friend that couldn't walk a straight line, Asher was wobbly and for a brief minute dependent on her support. With her help, though, he could at least stand on his own two feet. His entire abdominal core tensed as he tried to prevent wavering during his wide stance and his arms flared out trying to keep balance, that was, unless Elnicia was so kind as to just hold his hand to support him. Nevertheless, he at least was no longer on his knees.

His attention first turned to the furry humanoid that was yelling. "No one fucking knows, bud, so quit screaming," he spat, providing an immediate answer and trying to set the immediate boundary that shouting wasn't acceptable.

Then back to Elnicia, where he at least tried to offer a strained smile. He was roguish in his features, alien to a group that only knew of humans moments ago, but the element of humanity that was still within him retained his characteristic charm. Superficial though it was, it was a weapon he had wielded plenty.

"Thank you..." he uttered, then bobbed his head slightly to the side. "Listen, I don't know if you're actually an elf, but whatever you lost can't be as bad as what I think he did," Asher added, his tone slightly more hushed. Not that he was whispering in secret, but there was no kind way to acknowledge that someone had just lost their... equipment. In essence, he meant to say it could have been worse.

"Besides, it's not like your current form is a curse," he tacked on quickly, changing the pace and cadence of his speech. He knew what he said could have been taken in plenty of ways, so instead of letting the mind wander, he intended to shift the topic as fast as possible. Luckily, the horned girl had created an avenue to do exactly that. Asking a name was such a straight forward thing to do, but in a situation like this—especially for a historic criminal such as himself—it had significantly more meaning. Were they even the people they used to be? Was there a point to their old identities? In his experience, it was never wise to reveal your full hand.

Thus, Valen was born. Another alias created from nothing more than quick-thinking in response to immediate necessity.

"You all can call me Valen," he announced, louder for the whole group to hear, "but, no, I have no idea what the fuck I am."

 

[GojiBean]

Giving the one who introduced himself as Valen a hand up, and holding her arm out for him to hold and steady himself as he fought to stay on his feet, she gave a nod of approval once he was up and looked around, taking in the conversation that was shaping up. Apparently, she wasn't the only one whose body had changed. If she was hearing correctly, the one with red locks was confused about having breasts and feeling their, um... Ten bucks said that one was a male before awakening here in a female body.

The horned girl asked everyone's names a minute ago, so, it couldn't hurt to come up with something. She didn't want to use her original name since this was basically a fresh start. She knew she'd died when that rubble fell on her. But she had a second chance. So, a new name was in order.

"Well, uh..."

She thought for a moment about some of her favorite media back home. Games. Films. TV shows. Online games. Everything. And, finally, a name she really liked popped into her head.

"I'm Elincia. Nice to meet you all."

She took a second to step a bit closer to Valen so he could hold her shoulder if need be before she continued.

"I'm not too sure what you are either, Valen. I'm clearly some kind of Elf, or something along those lines. But, um... Hm. Anyone see a town on the horizon? If there are any locals in this place, we should find and talk to them. They should be able to tell us what kind of folk we are."

She then had a thought. It would be kind of awkward for people to tell other adults, or mostly adults, what they were if the question was asked up front. Hopefully someone had an idea how to casually and smoothly bring it up. She was never really one to smooth talk or find ways to put questions together which didn't reveal too much of the asker.

Sir Les Paul DracoNightshade November Witch