[IMG]http://i59.tinypic.com/2chxnc8.png[/IMG] Talwyn frowned, and gave poor Blodeuwedd a comforting hug. “There, there. We’ll definitely figure something out. You two will be back together in no time!” The pixie then stepped back to think. She was an adult by her tribe’s standards, but she had zero romantic experience. “How will I make this work…” She mumbled to herself. “Allow me to handle this.” Gilbert stepped up to the challenge. “I’ve always been a sure hit with the ladies.” If frogs could look smug, this frog certainly did. He hopped over to the still sobbing Blodeuwedd. “Have you some candles and cooking ability? After all, the quickest way to a man’s heart is food. You might as well make it a candlelit dinner at that-” “Gilbert!” Talwyn sternly berated. “You’re not helping.” Her companion shut himself up. “...Sorry.” Talwyn sighed and rubbed her temples. Gilbert was usually helpful, but he was always cocky on the subject of romance. “I know a few things, if they can help you”, Díse spoke up. “That would be great, thanks.” The pixie smiled. Díse told her everything she knew about the couple, and suddenly, it clicked. Talwyn knew exactly what to do. “Come with me, Blodeuwedd. We’re going on a hike.”

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A new hood didn't seem as much of a daunting task - at the very least there were less consequences than if he faulted with the relationship advice. That, he didn't want looming over him.

He did admire Genius' style sense though. Cuinn figured hoods and capes did look good on everyone, regardless of how unsettling any fangs they have might be.

"Intact, right? Something that can last..." He said, wracking his brain.

A ... cloak. Well that definitely was better tha having starcrossed lovers or a spirit that seemed to be pretty holed up in his cave. Rashid bowed deeply. "You shall have your cloak oh shadowy one. By the honours of my forefathers I swear this to thee." His upcoming had given him a taste for some dramatics, while a norseman might have simply gone and fetched the cloak.

Looking Genius up and down, he considered how to get the perfect cloak for the familiar.

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After Genius spoke his request Elethia sniffled loudly, turned around, and walked a short distance away. Genius gazed after her quite puzzled by her reaction. Before he could see her reaction as rejection, Dise hurriedly assured him that they would begin to work on his request as soon as possible. Dise hesitantly approached Elethia, worried about what could be bothering her.

Mr. Scoots pressed against Elethias leg consolingly while trying not to laugh at the bumbly mage. He knew that Dise didn't know that Elethia was as skilled at sewing as she was in cooking...which was 0 % of the time with usually disastrous results. As Dise tried to get her to calm down and Elethia explained why she reacted the way she did, Mr. Scoots paused to rummage through her bag in hopes that there was something else they could use to fulfill the spirits request....

Hmm, these requests are getting stranger and stranger. Did I step into a dream world, Cronus thought to himself. First he had to find a way to cross the river without getting wet, solve a riddle, figure out an item to give to someone, then finally figure a way to repair destined love. Now he has to find a new cloak for this Genius cucullatus. He knew how to sew somewhat, but mainly the women in the royal army did the sewing, he just mainly fought in battles and thought up tactics and strategies. If he were to try to sew, he would end up sewing himself to the article of clothing or poking his fingers so much they might fall off.

They'd already fought three battles and won each of them, although the last battle was not easy. The stage the enemy picked proved to be disadvantageous for their opponents of light no matter what plan Cronus thought of. Their cavalry outnumbered the enemy, but they would have been demolished in the mire. Cronus chose to keep their cavalry in the back and wielding javelins instead of swords or axes. They would only call upon them if there was a dire need. Thankfully it didnt come to that. Halberdiers and those wielding lances and bows were sent to the front. It was a hard battle, and good men were lost, but they won. Every loss hit Cronus and the prince hard, possibly Cronus the hardest. Perhaps this was why the prince told Cronus to look for something relaxing to do.

He had to get his mind off of the horrors of the mire battle. He saw the princess sitting under a tree, sewing. He thought maybe he could take his mind off the battle by learning how to sew. It didn't seem that hard. What was the worst that could happen?

They both greeted each other and he sat down beside her. He inquired about sewing. She showed him how it was done and it proved easy. She gave him a jerkin that needed to be sewn on the sleeve and he started. She picked up a pair of breeches to sew.

His mind wandered as he sewed, something he learned you should never do. He wondered how proud his father would be that his son was following in his footsteps. Would he be proud and swap battle stories and tactics, or would he chastise him like his mother did before he made his decision and she disowned him? He then thought of the carefree days he spent with his father. Before he knew it, he heard laughing. He snapped out of his daydream and saw that the princess was looking at him and laughing.

"What is so funny, princess?" Cronus inquired. She stopped laughing just long enough to tell him, "You've just sewn the jerkin onto your coat sleeve! Cronus, have you been paying attention to what you've been doing?" He looked down and sure enough, he'd sewn the jerkin to his sleeve. he raised his arm to get a closer look but he didnt get it far before he felt a tug on his pantaloons. This made the princess laugh all the more. Not only did he sew his coat sleeve to the jerkin, but he'd also sewn his pantaloons to the jerkin. He had never felt more embarrassed in his life. The princess (and the prince, if he heard about it) would never let him live it down.

He got out of his daydream suddenly, not wanting to relive that embarrassing moment. "Well, Ambrose, what do we do?" He asked his pet dragon. Cronus looked down to where Ambrose was, but the dragon wasnt there. Cronus called for him but he didnt come. "Where is he?"

Howl rubbed his face. A hood? He didn't really have any idea how.... That thought stopped in its tracks. Unfortunately, he /did/ have an idea, and he didn't really like it one bit. But it was necessary. With a sigh, Howl rummaged in his pack for what he needed.

It was unfortunate, Howl reflected as he worked, that the village most likely did not sell cheap cloaks. They seemed like anything they had would be rather pricey, and he'd not brought a great deal of money along. And then he winced -- if he gave Genius a cheap cloak, Sophie would give him a scowl, as well as the sharp side of her tongue.

[IMG]http://i59.tinypic.com/2chxnc8.png[/IMG] Talwyn grinned. For once, the task was something enjoyable and refreshing. The pixie loved to make things, especially clothing, when she had downtime from classes. “This is going to be so much fun!” She then paused to reconsider what Genius Cucullatus had requested. “Intact, huh…” Talwyn examined the shadowy figure’s cloak, noticing it was a shabby grey cloth. She didn’t didn’t usually make clothing out of fabric, as she would fashion her own wardrobe out of her tribe’s woods. “What are these?” Gilbert croaked from a distance. The pixie took a gander around. “Are those…fruits?” She was confused. There was no fruit-bearing tree to be seen in the clearing. She looked a little further to see the outskirts of a town. The only place they could’ve come from. “Are they rotting or something?” Talwyn guessed. “No.” The frog dropped the apple he was holding and moved on to a cluster of odd sacks. Talwyn wrinkled her forehead in confusion. What a waste of food!

Mjrn looked to Kathryn with a bit of a frightful look, she didn't like caves or things that lurked and played in the shadows. Hearing that the pair could get another shard for being able to craft a new hood for Genius cucullatus was exciting news. Mjrn opened her pack and there was honestly nothing of use inside unless one wanted to make a hood of journal pages.

The two colleagues looked at eachother and were deep in thought. They were interrupted for a moment as Kathryn's puppy companion started to play with a spider it found lurking in Genius' hideout. The spider reminded Kathryn of something from back home she saw, someone had made a cloak entirely out of Spider Silk. Maybe they can find some way to make a hood from the stuff? Explaining her brilliant idea to Mjrn, the next question was where they would find enough little spiders to make something of that scale. Remembering somewhere along their travels there was a webbed area that looked as if it was home to many spiders.

With weapons drawn the two team-mates had no idea what to expect. "I'm not so sure this was a good idea Kathryn." "MY PLAN WILL WORK! It has to..." Kathryn cut in as she followed closely behind Mjrn with an arrow drawn. It did not take long to come face to face with the eight-legged inhabitant of this cave. The creature had the body of a spider but with the torso of a woman.

The two companions paused for a moment, Mjrn kept her shield up but lowered her sword and Kathryn loosened her arrow from her bow. Kathryn stepped forward and explained their situation to the Spider Mistress in hopes she could help them create something for Genius cucullatus. At the mention of the name the spider took a bit of a step back as if she was contemplating something. For Genius cucullatus to wear something made by one of the queens of spiders would be something grand now wouldn't it? The spider queen turned her attention back to the 2 adventurers.

With that the spider queen quickly knit with her delicate legs not only a hood but a full detachable matching cloak to go along with it. Thanking the spider for everything she could have done Mjrn looked to Kathryn with a great big smile on her face. "We need to hurry back! I'm sure the others are waiting for us!" Kathryn pointed out as they both said they good-byes to the spider queen before leaving her lair.

Racing back to Genius cucullatus' lair they both quickly brushed themselves off and caught their breath. Making their way over to the shadowy figure, they presented their beautifully crafted hood and extra cloak. "We were able to run into a large spider mistress, she claimed to be a queen of some sort. She was kind enough to help us and make this for you, said she owed you as well for many things and was delighted she could help in creating this gift." Kathryn felt the need to add, "She was even kind enough to make not only just a hood but a matching cloak should it be to your taste!" With that they handed them the hood and cloak in hopes this was enough for the shard.

((OOC: Full view of the spider queen))

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Alanna was pleasantly surprised at the Hooded Spirit's request. It sounded quite simple really. Genius cucullatus wanted them to find him a new cloak to wear and he wasn't going to be picky about it. "Finally, a request that isn't so unreasonable." Alanna breathed a sigh of relief as she turned to smile at Mal - only to find her walking out of the hideout. "Mal? Where are you going?" Mal seemed to be heading somewhere with a sense of purpose. "Díse told me that there's a village nearby. I need a drink so I'm going to look for the closest tavern. Then, I'll see how I'm going to stea- I mean, buy this guy a cloak." Alanna didn't thought it was the right time to get drunk but if Mal needed a little break she was hardly going to stop her. "Alright then... but promise me you won't cause any trouble." Mal just smiled widely. "We'll see."

It took a little while but the two finally reached a sizable-looking tavern that was bustling with activity. Mal and Alanna settled on a table that was less crowded and tried to relax. A pleasant-looking waitress approached their table and Mal wasted no time in ordering. "Hey sweetie, I'd like a , some , a bowl of and a . Alanna, whatcha want?" Alanna was still getting comfortable as she set her things down on the table close to her, "I'd like a glass of water please, and ." Mal's face was incredulous. "Really? How boring! Hey sweetie, make that two . My friend here needs to learn how to loosen up properly." She ignored Alanna's look and glanced around at the other characters frequenting the tavern.

The waitress brought the food and drinks they had ordered and Mal pounced on them like she had been starved for a few weeks. Alanna took a sip to taste the water, surprised to find it actually quite clean.

"So, after this we need to get a move on and figure out how to get the cloak. I heard that a lot of craftsmen come through this village so I am sure we can find a suitable one to buy or trade for." Mal gulped down her grog and tore into her meat pie, "Do bwe ave mommy?" Alanna leaned in closer, "What? You shouldn't talk with your mouth full." Mal kept chewing and finally swallowed the food in her mouth. "I said, do we have money? To buy the cloak? I mean, I'm not even sure we have enough to pay for what we're eating right now." Alanna's eyebrows shot up. "What?!" Mal quickly shushed her. "Calm your horses, you don't want everyone to know that this is an eat-and-run do you?" Alanna's eyes flashed, furious that Mal would do this to her. "Don't worry, we'll figure someth- AHAH!" Mal almost jumped up from excitement. Alanna wondered for a brief moment over the mental health of her companion. "I got it, oh I'm such a genius! I know just how to get the cloak!" Alanna was doubtful, "You do...?" Mal grinned, "I know just what to do." Alanna sighed inwardly. Somehow, she got the sinking feeling that Mal was going to cause some trouble after all.

((I keep forgetting these have mid-day deadlines...oh well...)) Amarantha sighed. A boy, really? What was wrong with these giants that they excluded women?! A large part of her felt as if the best thing would be to teach these giants a lesson but the logical part of her said 'no' quite firmly. With a sigh, she turned her thoughts to an outfit instead. ((So for me 'party clothes' means ability to move/dance with colors you might not normally wear, hence purple for a boy))

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Alanna scratched her head as she tried to piece together an outfit that a man would wear. To a carousel, that is. "Well it can't be harder than dressing like a woman." She spoke to herself more than to Mal as she began to take her earrings off to store them someplace safe. Alanna highly doubted that a shirt, pants, belt and a pair of manly-looking boots would somehow transform her appearance to that of a man. She would just look like a woman in male clothing, really. Hopefully Díse's magic really does what she says it does, because Alanna really didn't fancy getting into trouble with a party full of male giants.

Letting out a weary sigh, Alanna mounted Vár and turned back towards where they came from. "Come on... let us find a clothing shop."

"MEN ONLY? What a load of bullcrap!" Mal crossed her arms and glared around the small shop. "Hell I had fun playing a guy before, but who do they think they are, telling me I'm not good enough because I'm a girl?! I could kick their asses! Right Alanna? Alanna"? Mal didn't hear a response so she poked her head into Alanna's fitting room. "I could kick their asses, right Alanna?"

"Yes yes... they can kick your ass - I mean, you can kick their asses." Alanna quickly corrected herself as she pulled on a doublet and looked at herself in the mirror. "Nope. Still a woman." She turned to look at Mal who continued fuming over the matter.

"They didn't say you weren't good enough, Mal. Maybe it is 'males only' for a good reason." Alanna picked up a furred belt the shopkeeper had recommended with her outfit and began to buckle it on. "Think of it as something like... us trying to sneak into a 'gentlemen's club' if you will - no wait, that's not right. Or the males bathroom - no, that doesn't sound quite right either. But you get what I mean." She sighs. "Anyway, just get dressed so we can get the next piece of the Bifröst already. But before you do, how do I look?"

Mal pursed her lips and bit back another bitchy remark about sexism and how she was sure the giants were bigger everywhere but where it counted.

“Fine. I’ll stop whining about it. You look good…ish? I wouldn’t date you but I’m sure some lucky lady or other would!” She smiled and winked at Alanna so she’d know it was a joke before turning back into the shop.

She began throwing clothes into the dressing room to hurry and catch up. When she came out again she mostly felt heavier because of all the layers to hide her shape. Now what to do about her hair? She couldn’t wear a hood because they might think she was trying to hide something. Whoa-ho-ho, what are these!? She was in front of a large selection of animal skulls fashioned into headwear. She tried on four or five before settling on the largest of them all. It was a faded brown hawk skull with brown feathers dripping down the back. If anything it drew attention, but in a good way. It made her look intimidating enough that hopefully no one would look too closely and discover she was a female.

She met up with Alanna outside the shop. “Ready to try this growth stuff and the man-serum?” She lifted her vials to Alanna in salute and tossed back the weird green liquid first, then the magical silver one.

“Ugh!” She stuck her tongue out. “That was gross! Oh my god, oh my god, what’s happening! Eee!”

First one leg got longer, leaving her lopsided for a moment, before the other grew down. Luckily the magic seemed to spread to her clothes as well. Next her arms grew out, and then her torso, head and the rest. She was at least eight feet tall and very bulky. The gender serum seemed to work too. She felt less big on top and her hips felt narrower as well. She felt her face. It hadn’t seemed to do anything to her hair though.

“Good thing I always keep one of these handy,” she said as she pulled a fake moustache out of her pocket and stuck it on her face. She saw Wash coming in to land but laughed as he got closer.

“Oh my goodness, Washie! You are SO LITTLE!” Gleefully she cupped her normally sizable hawk, into one of her hands. He was now small enough that she could hold him like a baby chick in the palm of her hand. “Eee! You’re so cute now!” Wash shot her a look that said he’d rather be ferocious but snuggled in for more pets anyways.

"Uhh... Mal, you may look and feel like a male giant right now. But the way you're acting, they will catch you faster than you can say 'Logis burg'. You might want to keep in mind how you talk." Alanna was getting a crick in her neck from looking up at Mal, who was now giant-sized and masculine-looking. Her appearance had all but transformed, but her character certainly hadn't.

"I guess it's my turn to transform." Opening a vial, Alanna took a whiff and her nose wrinkled. Oh Gods, it smelt horrible. But down it goes...

Fighting the urge to retch, Alanna had to take a moment to make sure the liquid wasn't going to make its way back up. "Ugh... What is this...?" She felt her body start to change and the feeling was so strange that she was getting dizzy. "I need to... sit down..." Alanna leaned against Vár, who nuzzled her in concern. "I'm alright, boy." She was so disoriented that for a moment, she didn't even realize that her voice was all wrong.

"Whoa... was that my voice...? This is so strange..." She had always felt that as a woman, her voice was deeper than most but the sound coming out of her mouth was a whole new level of deep. She sounded just like a man. One down, one to go. Once she had recovered from the effects of the first vial, she opened up the second one. "Ugh..." Alanna chugged the vial as fast as she could to avoid tasting it. "Here we go..." She closed her eyes as the contents of the second vial began to take effect.

Finally some fun! Well ... after he had found a proper costume of course. Excited Rashid went to work on his disguise and hoped he could sample some of the food being served.

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He found some bones to accent his outfit with as to fit better into the primal giant culture. Rashid ordered his falcon to keep watch from afar, lest the bird would raise suspicion among his hosts.

Howl made his way to a nearby town. He only needed a couple things for this, really, since the basic clothing he was wearing was nice enough for a party -- and he wasn't about to compromise his fashion sense significantly. Besides, it was the perfect opportunity to replace his cape. He found a shop that offered a decent selection at a reasonable price, and examined said wares. He did see a bearskin cape that would fit right in, but he'd never wear it otherwise. Instead, he went with a lovely blue-green garment with a soft lining. That was perfect. Add some cheap quartz to his hair to pick up the sparkle from the spell he had in mind, and a goblet of mead, and it would do nicely.

"Calcifer, you're going to have to increase in size as well," Howl told his companion, after leaving the town behind, and finishing the preparations for a few showy spells. "You can manage that, right?" Assured that the fiery creature could, he then regarded the potion that would make him the proper size for a giant. "Here goes." He swallowed the draught down quickly, grimacing at the bitter flavor. It hit hard, and he could feel it taking effect. A swallow of mead took care of the taste in his mouth, and by then he was giant sized.

Confident in his plan, he strolled up to the guard, triggering the spell that would send a flurry of insect-like lights dancing around him. "If you would excuse me, good sir, but if I am to perform I really should get set up."

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Burg spat out his words at Elethia and her companions. Mr. Scoots hackles raised and he began to growl back menacingly while Elethia proceeded to splutter at his rudeness. Before she could retaliate with a few choice words of her own, Dise dragged her off a short ways away.

"Unfortunately we seem to have no choice in the matter. You're my only hope Elethia. Please tell me that you'll agree to do this." Dise implores her. Elethia frowns and ponders how she's going to be able to pass as a man and to increase exponentially in size. Before she can voice her concerns Dise has already figured out what she is going to ask. "Yes I have a magic increaser to make you taller and an ancient serum to disguise your gender. I'm not certain what Giants would wear to a revelry, but maybe appear as one of the elements since Logi is of fire? Hopefully this will work." Dise states

Elethia knows that she has her work cut out for her and is still upset about having to cross dress again. (She's still trying to erase her memory of what happened back then.) While Mr. Scoots smirks at her she grumbles and goes off to the side to change in private. When she emerges...

Outfit Not Found "Goodness Elethia!" Dise exclaims "I might not have to use the gender potion on you since you're passing quite well already, but I will have to use the magic increaser. You shouldn't have any after effects from it, but it won't last long. Make your way to Logi as soon as you can so we can arrange a suitable trade for his splinter." she then pauses and asks "May I ask what type of element you're representing and why you're dressed that way?"

Elethia grumbles out "Well we're not certain if all of the Giants look like that brute at the gate or where they hail from. I figured to be on the safe side I would appear as a woodsy Giant from another land who works with nature and perhaps hunts and builds things? Hopefully this disguise will allow me entry."

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I strutted like a peacock over to Hlin and said, with a surprisingly deep voice, "Your turn." Then I started looking through my clothing for something fun and vibrant to wear that wouldn't clash with my red hair.[/quote]

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I nearly dissolved into tears! Dress as a male--oh, no, no. I am SO bad at that, and then on top of it, look like a party ready giant?!? Adris, however, was dancing around happily and looking all fiery and wonderful.</p>
<p>Okay, I would just have to do this. Breathe in; breathe out. I began trying on stuff and watching Adris face. She went from pale to puce and back again. Obviously, I wasn&;t getting this. My stomach growled. Maybe if I had something to eat?</p>
<p>So I grabbed a nearby Order Oriole (you know, the ones with the little towel over one wing,) and sent out for the nearest super special.</p>
<p>In what seemed like no time, and just before my nervous breakdown, a floating wagon from Gnome&;s Gnoms arrived with wings, pizza, and beer for both of us.</p>
<p>Beer! That&;s when I had the answer and I knew what would work. Tummy full, I became the Beer Giant!