Greg looked around confusedly.    Not only was he standing now, but he was holding two heavy objects in his hands.  Looking at them quickly, he was amazed to see that one was a sword!   The other was a....BRIGHT LIGHT!!!

AAAHHHH!!!!    he yelled, having accidentally looked directly into the continual light torch.
He started to blink rapidly and shake his head to clear it, but froze, a bewildered look on his face.

Aaaaahhhhh.   Ah.  AHHH!  What the hell was wrong with his voice?  Of was it his ears.  Maybe his ears popped or something, because his voice sounded almost like the princess character in "Enchanted", the one Amy Adams played.  He looked around, his vision clearing, noticing the circular walls around them.

Guys, what the hell just ha.......  SON OF A.... !    His voice still sounded like some Disney princess.  He looked around for a place to set down the crap he was holding (being sure this time not to look at the light in his hand), when he noticed that his arms were covered in somekind of linen tunic shirt, with a chain mail shirt over them.  He followed the arm from the strangely slender hands down to his chest........

GUH????   His mouth hung open stupidly.   Was this chain mail thing really rumpled, or did he have.....

He brought his hands to his chest.  Since they were full, he turned them and pressed the underside of his wrists into the two lumps he saw before him..

squish, squish......squish, squish.

The sword and torch fell to the stone floor with a clatter, as the elf maiden's knees gave out and she sat heavily onto her slender backside, mouth still open widely, large almond shaped eyes focused on nothing.
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"GAH!" Dan, or rather Kenjinn now, yelped hearing some high pitched cry of a woman. He looked over and saw a girl in chainmail on her knees... fondling her chest. He blinked a few times.

Yep, she was fondling her chest.

Dan wondered if he'd fallen into some sort of heaven for a second but realised the woman looked like those pictures of elves from the D&D books, except like Greg's character. Plus she was holding Aliana's items; the sword and the glowing stick.

Wait... if he was dressed like Kenjinn and was standing in a circular, stone tower with... 4 other people, 3 of them female elves and another female human, then. "Fuck... no..." He said as everything suddenly fit into place.

OOC: Why am I the only one with a male character?
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Looking around, Greg realized that a man in a freakishly large hat was watching her as she held her two "discoveries".
The elf immediately dropped her hands two her sides and her pale elven face glowed with a scarlet blush that was visible even in the gloom of the shadowy tower.
The woman tries to work her mouth into words several times, perhaps to apologize for her seemingly scandalous behavior, then stops, blue eyes focusing on the man's hat.

Wait.   You're ..... Kenjinn, right?  Or is it  Dan?   Please tell me it's Dan, and that I'm not the only  person who's having this hallucination right now.






OOC:  Well, gender TF was the main reason I came to this game, personally.   Granted, I was niavely assuming that Aliana would be one of the only race/gender changes.   Now that I think about it, I'm not sure what would have made me think that.   It's actually kind of amusing that we got THREE elven female characters.   If I hadn't been looking forward to playing Sister Aliana so much, I might have considered changing to something else, just for variety's sake.
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He was still rather at a loss for words and slightly hungry until Greg... or rather Aliana spoke up. Or is it Greliana now? He thought to himself, missing her blush. He turns bck to her from his musings and sheepishly replies "Yeah... it's Dan... or whoever the hell I am now" He says in a disheartened tone like he just ran a mile nonstop.

Sarah looks over at the two.

"Uhh... I'm Sarah..."

Greg looked away from Dan the bard and Sarah the rogue, feeling a little emotionally overloaded.  Her eyes fell onto her sword.   She picked it up, trying not to dwell on the slender, almost delicate looking hand holding it.  She also gritted her teeth when she noticed the long blonde hair that fell past her face as she picked it up.

The sword was breathtakingly beautiful.
Elven-made. She murmured.
It was so polished and shiny that........ she could see her reflection.

She brought her other hand to the alien looking face, the non-human face that she saw there.    Her eyes had an almost Asian look to them, but were larger than humanly possible.  Her face was so smooth.   Her cheeks and chin hadn't felt this hairless since she was a child.   She even looked at her hand, then back at the reflection, still not quite believing that she could actually be the image reflected in the shiny sword blade.

The elven woman laughs a little, the sound of it coming out as more of a hysterical giggle.
She looks at Dan, trying to control the manic laughter.


Can I safely assume that this doesn't happen every week, or that this isn't some REALLY elaborate prank the "haze" the new guy?

A tear forms in one of the big, blue eyes, giving the impression that "Aliana" desperately hopes that the answer to the second question is "yes".
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Cassander had remained quiet while the others talked.  At first he thought that maybe something had happened when the lights went out, he hit his head or maybe someone had spiked the Dew, but the physical sensations creeping through him dispelled those ideas.  He could feel the cool air around his legs, the feel of the silken material against his skin, the cold metal of rings and armlets and a body that felt odd.  Whatever happened was either real or a damn impressive fantasy.

He couldn't help but stare at the others in the beginning.  To suddenly find yourself surrounded by Elves, rather Elven women, was unsettling to say the least regardless of how attractive they were.  There was only one man in the group, and it sounded like they were their characters, and it occured to Cassander then that if everyone had turned into their characters then...

He slowly looked down at his own body, almost hesitant to see if the same thing had happened to him.  His appearance now could in now stretch of the imagination be called manly.  His arms were thinner, his hands more delicate looking than they had been before.

Unlike the cleric, Cassander wasn't wearing any armor over his chest, just a little bit of silken material which did nothing to conceal the two breasts that were proudly proclaiming his new gender.  It might have been a trick of the light but they sure felt real.  His hands flowed down from his chest feeling the contours that he did not have previously.  His bare midsection tapered in before expanding out into a pair of womanly hips that were hardly hidden beneath a long, low riding skirt that was slit up the sides, revealing two well toned legs.

Still not sure if he was holding his breath or not, Cassander reached up to feel a his ears had lengthened slightly and now ended in pointed tips.  They were even pierced.  His hair had grown out with a vengeance, easily spilling out over his shoulders and down his back.

"Whoa." It was all that he could say, as he pulled the travelling cloak tight around himself.  Maybe he should have drawn Tizona wearing a little more clothing.  "This is...er...different. Uhm...guys.  Any idea what's going on?"  Even his voice had changed, taking on a higher pitch.

Greg looked over at the exotically beautiful elven woman (well, she amended, the OTHER exotically beautiful elven....  she sighed inwardly.  Well shit, ONE of the other exotically.....aw forget it).
Um.... I take it from all of  your expressions that the answer is "no" then?
Alright, which of the "elves" is she?  No armor, so probably the sorceress, which means Cassander.
Wait!  Wouldn't it be cool if the "spell casters" of the group would actually do real magic?
She shook her head mentally.  Idiot!  Things are weird enough without making it weirder!

Looking around at everyone, something else occured to her.
Whoa.  I don't need my glasses anymore.   
Having 20/20 vision (possibly even better) for the first time in almost ten years was, in some ways, the strangest change yet.

Thinking furiously (though her panicked mind was in kind of a holding pattern), Greg asked:

Wait, is Chris here?    CHRIS!!!!!!  She yelled, trying not to wince at how the volume and acoustics made her voice sound even more "princessy".

Strangely enough, Chris is not here, but you can almost still here his last words.

The entire tower is shaking, and the storm outside seems to have reached a crescendo, perhaps even the strength of a hurricane. Luckily you took shelter inside the tower, although these shakes do not give much faith in its stability.

Dan was still a little gapperflasted, but more believing now. Thank god for my indication to play a male human. Too bad for the others, apart from the girls mostly He thought as he stood back up from his slumping. He took a deep breath and was weary of the tower shaking. "Ok, let's get this in prespective. We've all somehow just turned into our characters, correct? And Chris was the DM so he didn't have a character. He's probably some osrt of aloof sky god now, the prick... ahem, but yeah this is comepletely insane and crazy" He said quite calmly with a slightly worried expression.

"Are you suggesting that we pray to Chris?" Cassander asked a little incredulously.  "I'm not sure whether to laugh at that or..."

Thunder roared through the sky and the building shook as though it feared the noise.  "This never happened in any of our other games.  Of course it has to happen when I decide to play my elven sorceress."  Cassander pulled back the cloak enough to get a look at what it hid and sighed.  "I should've drawn her with more clothes." he muttered a little embarassed and pulled the cloak tight once more.  "At least I gave her a cloak."

"So what do we do now?  Sit around and wait for all of us to wake up?  What did everyone remember before we...er...became our characters?"  He thought for a moment, glancing at the swords and bardish instruments before continuing.  "I wonder how much of our characters we've inherited?  Do we have any of their skills I wonder?  Try playing something Dan."

"Huh? Oh yeah" he exclaimed and unbuttoned the guitar from it's strap. He held it aloft and thought of a song. He unthinkingly then began to play 'Tribute' by Tenacious D. "Kickass!" He exclaimed as he rocked out on the guitar. "Lets see if you can do some magic! That should be awesome!"

Greg nodded at Dan and Cassander's idea, being both reassured and depressed that the other players seemed as bewildered as she was....he was?     Crap on a Crap Cracker!   This was getting confusing already.

I was just wondering myself if we'd inherited more than our character's appearances.   
Greg sighed, then winced as how cute it sounded.
Damn it, I've been waiting to play this character for almost two years now, and now I wished I'd brought out my 6'6" halberd swinging fighter instead.
Greg leaped lightly to her feet.    She was about to say something else, then blinked in realization.  She jumped up and down a couple of times, then side to side, her dainty feet in their doeskin boots moving back and forth in what appeared to be some kind of agility test for athletes.  She then does some deep knee bends and raises up on one foot and balances effortlessly.

She stopped, then looked astonished and unbearably happy at the same time.
This is.... amazing.   I mean, I'm still completely weirded out, don't get me wrong, but I just might be in the best physical condition of my life!   I think that even when I was on the High School Cross Country team, that I wasn't in such good shape!  My stomach hasn't been this flat since high school either.
This last is said very self-depracatiingly, said with a somewhat depressed sigh as Greg remembersed the extra twenty pounds that he could never lose.   Greg feels his newly flattened stomach in amazement.   Unfortunately, he looks down at it without thinking, which only reminds him of his other changes, like his very un-flattened chest.

Greg quickly drops her hand in embarrassment, and speaks again, eager to change the subject.

Um....yeah, magic.  Ok, let's see.......
She grasps the wooden disk that she's wearing around her neck.    The disk is about two inches across and has a small, slender cresent, laying on its side, round side up, over a slightly curved line.
A holy symbol to Fharlanghn, the God of Travel.
She thinks about the spells that she wrote on her character sheet.  She gasps a bit as the knowledge of every spell she'd "memorized" instantly comes to her mind.   Usually Greg always forgot these things and had to constantly keep reviewing the character sheet.  Now, however, the knowledge of Sister Aliana's magic was almost burned indelibly into her mind's eye.

What spell should she cast?  Most of the spells seemed lame or useless right now.  Most were combat spells or spells to gain knowledge.    Nothing that would be visible without causing damage.

Wait!   Fharlanghn was the God of Travel, so his clerics had access to certain spells that were travel related but not normally obtained by clerics.    Like........ NO!   It wouldn't be possible.  Would it?
While prudence and common sense would seem to lend itself to trying a minor spell first, Greg searches his new memory for the correct words and gestures to cast one of his most powerful spells.
A spell normally only granted to wizard-types, like Cassander, but granted to Fharlanghn's faitful by their loving God.
Their God?  Wait..... Greg's god?

NO!!!   Don't think about that!   Just cast the spell.   It's magic, with magic words and gestures.
It was like eating a hot dog.  Don't think about the source.

Her large blue eyes seeming to focus on nothing for a few seconds, Greg spoke.
Great Wanderer, please grant your humble servant your permission to take her leave of the confines of the earthly path.

The  words seem to ring with power, and the plain, almost crude wooden disk seems to sparkle, for just a second.
Then taking a deep breath, the blonde elf maiden lifted her graceful hands to the heavens.......

...... and lifted off the ground.      Greg gasped in amazement as she drifted up towards the ceiling.  Her blonde head lightly bonked the ceiling before she shifted her attention from what she was doing to where she was going.
Her face takes on a rapturous look of ecstacy and tears of joy fill her eyes.  She looks down at the others and says, quite unneccessarily:

Guys..... I'm....I'm FLYING!

Cassander watched Greg float up off the ground, astonished.  "That's...that's amazing..." he said.  No matter what craziness had befallen them this day, seeing Greg floating in the air makes everything else unimportant.  Forget the storm raging around them, forget the fact that they were no longer in Chris' basement and forget about the clothing that was barely concealing Cassander's elven form.  Greg was flying, well floating but it was the same thing in that instant and he felt a little envious of what the Elven cleric was able to do.

Cassander dropped his gaze to his own hands.  Slender and delicate looking, with decided feminine colouring on the nails, but suddenly full of potential.  If Greg could float by invoking his god as a cleric, could Cassander use the inate magic that Sorcerers used?  The theory was sound.  Dan could sing and play, Greg could float.

"Yeah." he said softly as a smile spread across his face.  "Let's try some magic."

Cassander shook out his arms and tried to think of some spell to use.  He hadn't memorized any of the spells in the Players Book but there were a few that he remembered.  Most were combat spells but tossing around lightning or fireballs didn't seem like a good idea at the current moment.  "Maybe a spell of light..."

Now how does this all work? he thought.  According to the description of the class, magic was something innate to Sorcerers, not memorized like Wizards.  It was part of them.  Cassander closed his eyes and concentrated.  He could feel something, a thin line that felt ticklish with arcane power.  He thought about what he wanted to do, and reached out to let the power flow.

As the invisible power began to flow through him, Cassander grasped it and shaped it into what he desired.  It was a bit of a rush, and his smile grew more enjoyable.  He raised his hands out in front of him and energy sparkled between his fingers, leaping into the air between his hands.  The energy crackled and gathered into three small globes that lit up the  area around him.  Like a puppeteer, Cassander directed the globes, swirling them through the air and around hmself.

"Oh I could grow to like this."  His first time casting magic and he was loving it.

"Ah what a gip, you guys can fly and shoot fire, and all I can do is play the guitar" He said with a slightly down impression. "But then again, I'm a hell of a lot better with weapons than all of you" He laughed.

Then a thought struck him. This was inside the D&D game assumingly. So there would also be lots of things from D&D in it. Like killer mosnters and deadly traps! Crap! What happens with health in this world!? We could cast magic and use special skills, so maybe the health was the same as well. Even so, what happens if you die here? Do we get out? Or do we... die? For real die?

These thoughts sent a shiver up his spine, even more of a shiver than Cassander would get from her single cloth clothing protecting her/him from the cold. Then again, ressurection was possible in D&D wasn't it? Maybe it'd be alright, we better hope it does.

Dan turned back to the others. "So now that we've established we're either inside the D&D game or having a very real collective hallucination, what are we supposed to do? You guys have a spell that can send us back?" he asked the two estatic sorceresses.
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Sarah watches the demonstration of magical might with a slight bit of envy.

"Why did I come here with a rogue and not some sort of spellcaster... that looks so cool..."

"I'm sure that you've got some mad pick pocketing skills, Sarah.  I'd say you could try them out but I'm not even wearing enough cloth to have pockets." Cassander said to Sarah with a smirk.  He settled the glowing balls of light into the middle of their camp and stepped to the side.  He smoothed his travelling cloak beneath him as he found a rock to sit upon.

Cassander rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he thought for a moment.  "I think that there were some dimensional travel spells in the Players book, but I only glanced at them.  I don't know if I could cast something like that...safely.  And if I do manage to cast something that could get us home, how do we know if we'll end up back as our normal selves?  I suppose that I could try a polymorph spell but that's only temporary."

From near the ceiling, Greg is grinning from ear to ear.   Actual tears of joy run down the beautiful elven face.  She laughs giddily, joy seeming to shine from every pore in her body.
She looks down at them.

I don't know about you being better with weapons, Dan.   Sister Aliana is pretty good with the traditional elven longsword and longbow.   I even managed to roll some really good stats.   
Still smiling, as if unable to stop, she chuckles.

I'm 5'5" and weigh 110 lbs soaking wet, but I'm stronger, faster  and tougher than I've been in my entire life, except for maybe when I was on the high school wrestling team.   I could probably still give you a run for you money!  She giggles like a little kid at a Hanna Montana concert.
God!!!  I wish this spell would never end!   I've always dreamed about being able to fly, but it's even better than I possibly could have imagined.

The new elven cleric swings her arms and flies across the room, still in the standing position, looking more like a figure skater than anything else.

She sees Cassander's magic and applauds, her eyes seeming to light up with even more joy.
That's AWESOME!!!!    Well done, Cassander!   Sweet Mary, Mother of Herman Munster, this is SOOOOO  frakkin' cool!!!

Dan's other comment seems to filter into her overloaded brain, eventually.

Um.... dimensional travel spell?   It's been a while since I've read through the Player's Handbook, but I remember the Plane Shift spell.  It's a 5th level spell, though, so I'll need to be at least four levels higher to cast it.  That's a lot of monsters that I'd have to kill!
She laughs as she says it, but as soon as the phrase "have to kill" leaves her lips, the elf seems to lose all expression.

It's painfully obvious that despite the joy of flight, the reality of where they were had come crashing back.   With the same dazed but troubled expression on her face, Greg begins drifting back down to the floor.  Whether the descent is on purpose or not is unknown.   She sinks like a helium balloon with a slow leak, finally landing gently on the stone floor.

Oh god.   You're right.  Oh GOD!   
The fey features of her face become striken with panic.
SHIT!!!!!   What are we gonna do?!?!?   Um....
Greg seems like he's trying to think of something, her large eyes darting from side to side, looking at nothing in particular.  Her melodious voice sounds strained with fear.
Would ..... would a "Dispel Magic" spell work?   I just don't know.  I don't even have one memorized.  I'll have to wait until tomorrow at dawn and then I can pray for more.....
Greg's legs seem to give out again, and she sinks to her knees, with a jingle of metal from her chain shirt.
P-pray?
She says the word with great hesitation, as if she's forgotten what it means.

The elf maiden takes a series of deep, steadying breaths, stopping only when she seemed on the verge of hyperventilation.

What..... what do we do now?   D-do we "complete the quest"?  If we find the missing elf princess, or whatever, will that fix everything.  Is this some freaky "Dream Park" kinda thing?
Her voice, still sweet and melodious, trembled with barely controlled terror.

Leaping lightly to her feet.  She began pacing.
Crap.  crap. crap. crap. crap. CRAP!!!!!

The dainty looking cleric strode to the main door, throwing it open and looking out into the storm.  She looked defiantly into the night, as if the storm was a living entity.  And, someone who was working hard to piss EVERYONE off.

Dan stepped back a bit from Greg's paniced rampage of emotions and gave him a wide girth. He slowly turned back to the other members of the group. "...Right, inculding from Greg's... let's say 'input' we do have a few options before us"

Dan smiled. He often had good experience with getting perspective on things and setting out plans on whatever needed planning. "Far as I can tell none of us have any spells to return home, and even if we did we have no idea of how to return home anyway. I've seen more than enough movies about teleportation to know that screwing around with often leaves you sliced in half" He gulped at the thought.

"I don't know about you, but the quest seems pretty arbitrary now. Our main goal is to get back, not rescue some princess. First we'd need to find someone of great magical power or insight to help us. We can't go back to the previous town due to our 'hijinks' so we'll need to find another place to get information on where to find a smart sorcerer" He closed his eyes for this part and put his hand on his chin.

"For now we should wait 'til the rain dies down. Anyone else wanna throw something in while we wait?" He asked anyone and everyone.

John came in from the outside, dripping wet and covered in mud. It looked like she had fallen face first, though she had managed to clear most of it off and the rain had helped. She had already had to deal with the abrupt changes to herself and luckily unlike the other elves she had worn a decent amount of clothes though they still were rather form fitting, so her figure could still easily been seen even if her skin couldn't. "Alright... anyone want to explain to me what the hell is goin' on?" the elf asked, though her voice was slightly lower and more mature than the 'princessy' voices of the other two elves. Obviously she wasn't in the best of moods.

((OOC: Sorry guys I've been away and haven't been around the net enough to make a good post. Just assume John's been finishing covering their tracks, though you can ask if you want.))
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"We've all turned into our D&D characters, we are freaked out and exhalted by our newfound abilities and powers, all the men (apart from me) are now women, all the women are now larger chested (enevitable in D&D) and we are brainstorming ideas. That's pretty much it" He quickly relays to John, hoping he caught all that.

Dan really hated to repeat things.

Sarah raises an eyebrow at Dan.

"Speak for yourself."

She glances outside.

"No matter what we decide to do, I dont think its a good idea to head out into that. Let's rest for a while, maybe if we sleep, we'll find that this is just some freaky shared dream..."

John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, it was obvious she had a 'that wasn't what I meant' look on her face. She paused for a moment surprised that her glasses had disappeared then shook her head because that was also something she already knew so shouldn't be surprised. "Ooookay." she said trying not to snap at Dan, she was more shocked and pissed than she appeared though she hid it well, appearently those years in theater hadn't been for nothing "Care to tell me what any of those bright ideas are?"

"Shared dreams are highly unlikely, plus do you really want to sleep here? In the world of D&D? In the wild?" He asked her dubiously. "It's not too bright of an idea to me. We should sleep at an inn, where we'll be safer from the monsters of the wild"