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[b][u][center]Magic Trials

Part 1: The Magical Labyrinth

for DrakeHavok

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Name: Drake

Species: Human

Starting Stats

[b]HP: 25/25

Strength: 10 (+0)

Dexterity: 14 (+2)

Constitution: 10 (+0)

Intelligence: 18 (+4)

Wisdom: 18 (+4)

Charisma: 14 (+2)

Corruption: 0/30 (corruption is how far along you are to losing your base form to the ravages of magic. High wisdom slows this)

Libido: 0/40 (High libido affects magic as well as other actions. If it goes up, your ability to resist things gets harder, dice rolls get more difficult to make.)

Skills:

-Fire spells: 3

-Transformation spells: 4

-Agility: 3

-Melee attack: 2

-Stealth: 4

Special Equipment:

-Amulet of Protection: Cancel one attack - magical or otherwise - to your person. This shatters the amulet afterwards.

-Shifting Robes: With a successful casting attempt, allows for a short term transformation. Be warned. This transformation effect can be activated by powerful mages around you.

-Student's Staff: A basic magical staff, adds +2 to magic spells. Has several slots to add new ability stones to. [/b]

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For years, you have been studying under the magician Draconicon, listening to his words and learning from his books how to master magic. In over four years time, you, a young human, have learned more than you ever expected possible. The magics of fire and transformation came easy to you, and you quickly advanced under his tutelage.

When the fourth year came to a close, you were pulled off to the side, and told a surprise by your master.

“This is only the beginning."

He explained that the next day, you would be sent through a portal to a labyrinth, a place of monsters, demons, and powerful magics. There, you would be tested. There, you would find your personal collection of magic gems, the sources of power for any mage. You would have to seek them out, find the masters within, and earn the gems from them. Should you succeed, your student's staff would become a mage's staff, finally and properly.

Should you fail...well, he didn't mention that.

The morning came, and you stood before the portal. Your master stands behind you, looking at you with an encouraging, but slightly nervous smile. After all, he is sending you - more or less - into hell. Perhaps you should be nervous as well, as you gaze upon the fiery portal, orange and red flames licking around the edges of the stone archway. The room you can see through the flames looks clear, looks safe...but you have no idea for sure.

You hold your Student's Staff in hand, and clutch the Shifting Robes - a gift from your master - tight around your frame. It's now or never…

/-----------------------------------

//: I walk through the portal cautiously, looking around with each step for something that might be harmful or outright malicious. (End)

[i](Roll Wisdom, DC 11)

(16+4=20)[/i]

You feel demonic energies rolling off of the portal flames as you step through, but your mental fortitude is enough to shake it off. Nothing that basic will harm a mage of your caliber, you are sure. You step forward with some bit of returned confidence, even if you feel a little bit exposed here.

A little exposed, and a lot hot. The air around you, you suddenly realize, is as warm as the hearth of a smith's fire. It leaves you gasping and sweating right from the start, and in your robes, it is hotter still, making you break out into a damp sweat everywhere.

As you catch your breath, you see that you are in a relatively small room. Nothing huge, but big enough that you can feel comfortable. Runes line the walls, blue and purple in color, with a few black ones that remind you of the color of magic that your master uses. You guess that a room with runes like this are 'safe' here, warded by older magic than yours.

You can see that the door ahead is slightly ajar, and it seems to be the only way forward. The otherwise sparse room seems to be very bare, though you can see that it is surprisingly dusty. Very, very dusty, considering that there are piles of it here and there that are almost...almost human sized, if it had dissipated outwards over time.

You think you might have seen one moving, but you're not sure...maybe it's friendly? It hasn't attacked you yet, but…

/-------------------------------

//: I approach the door that leads out of the room I am in, doing my best to both avoid approaching the dust piles and keep an eye on the one that looked like it might have moved. (End)

There are a lot of dust piles in this room. It will be a bit of a challenge to get from one side of the room to the other without at least brushing your boots against the sides of the piles.

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 12)

(15+2=17)[/i]

But you are more than dextrous enough to make it around them. After all, even a mage has to be quick on their feet with flying fireballs and other dangerous materials around. Not to mention the time that the floor turned to literal acid. You shiver at the memory.

Nevertheless, you make it to the other side of the room, within arm's reach of the ajar door. You notice that the pile that you thought had moved...has moved. It is about two feet further to the side than it had been before, and seems to ooze a bit, like a gooey muck. You can't tell how it senses you, but it seems to be moving a bit more towards you. Slowly, but you're not sure if it is nervous, thinking it hasn't been seen, or if it is more like a shy animal.

Through the ajar door, you can't see much; the door isn't open that wide. But you can see that it leads to what looks like a balcony. A balcony to what? You'd have to open the door to find out.

/---------------------

//: I direct my attention to the dust pile, pointing my staff at it threateningly while placing a hand on the door in case I decide that I need to run. “You, in the dust," I say threateningly. “Show yourself, or that dust will be mixed with ash." (End)

Immediately, the advancing pile freezes in place. It seems to debate whether it can keep hidden, but then seems to give up. The dust pile morphs, for lack of a better word, into a big pile of...glorp, again, for lack of a better word. It seems to be a pile of brown, then black goo, which forms a face.

Or, at least a mouth.

“I'm Mastan...I haven't been...able to get...out…"

You realize that you know that name. Mastan was another student from another master in the magical circles your master traveled in. He had gone for his test almost a year ago...he was still here?

“You lose...you can't...leave...and you become...something...different."

He takes a tentative 'step' towards you, closing the distance by a foot or two.

“May I...come with...you? I might...be able...to help."

/--------------------------

//: “And how can you do that?" I ask, not yet ready to lower my staff. I'm not certain I wish to trust this goo that claims to be Mastan quite yet - even if it is him, spending a year inside this realm may have affected his mind. It's most certainly affected his body. (End)

Mastan immediately lifts himself off of the ground. Well, itself; there are no sexual markers left. The goo pile slides upwards in the air, much like a snake getting ready to strike. Suddenly, it shimmers, and you see a suit of armor standing before you. It shimmers again, and it becomes a shield. Again, again, again, and it becomes three more things, different shapes, different strengths. Weapons and armor and clothing, anything that a person might wish to see.

“I can...take lots of...shapes...Be sharp or hard...soft or smooth…"

He slips back into the gloppy pile.

“I can fight...and I still know...some magic. Please...let me come with...with you...if you win...I can...go home…"

You can feel the presence of the world around you pushing down against your mental fortifications. The longer that you stay still, the more pressure the world seems to put on you. It is at bay for the moment, but you realize that this place doesn't want you to stay, and stay human. Best make a decision quickly.

/--------------------------

//: “Alright," I say, lowering my staff - at the moment he seems genuine, and being pressed for time as I am there is not much point in saying no to assistance. “But I'm not going to carry you," I add before opening the door and stepping out to the balcony beyond. (End)

Mastan follows you out through the door. As soon as you step through, it slams shut behind you, and you see that it has three gem slots on it. You realize you could stay here and get more magics, but you need to 'master' a minimum of three in order to get back out. This could take a little while, if you're not careful.

As you turn to look outwards again, you see a massive maze laid out before you, a labyrinth that could take days to find your way through if you were on the ground level. Instead, you are getting a birds' eye view of it, and you are very thankful.

You can see five different colors over the labyrinth, each one looking like it signifies some segment of magic. You wrack your brains to see if you can remember what each color means, as you were taught at one time.

[i](Roll Intelligence, DC 15)

(15+4=19)[/i]

And thankfully, you manage to pull it out of your memory. You could have asked Mastan, of course, but you feel more accomplished remembering it on your own.

The labyrinth is divided between the five colors, with two near you, one at the far end, and one at each side. From the north going clockwise, they are White (Purification), Blue (Ice), Red (Fire), Green (Healing), and Gray (Transformation). From here, you can even see a pool in the Ice section, and several people moving around, possibly even the masters.

It's a little chilling as you realize that this is not a place of humans and elves, like back home. This realm is entirely made up of creatures like your master, dragons and other magical beings. They are the ones that rule here, rather than the minority that they form back home.

You feel Mastan rubbing around your legs, and realize that he's trying to squirm into your boots as a way to get around the carrying rule.

/----------------------

//: I sigh and let Mastan attempt to get in my boots, figuring I can use my transformation magic to evict him if necessary. As he does so, I quickly decide to tackle the white section of the labyrinth first, reasoning that purification magic would be the most useful skill to have in this land that seeks to change me with every minute. (End)

Mastan's body is like a mix between mud and this strange, gooey substance you found in your master's alchemical lab one time. Rather sensual and squishy, and just enough liquid to the form to make it flow around things. His body slides into the gap between your socks and your foot, and you feel him suddenly saturating your foot with his presence. Slimy and wet and...surprisingly good…

[i](Roll Wisdom, DC 17)

(10+4=14)[/i]

You blush as you realize that you are starting to get a little excited from the strange rubbing down there, with Mastan's body split into two and covering both of your feet. It tingles and feels almost like you're getting rubbed down there, your toes spreading as the goo slips between them. Little zaps of magic, little twinges of...pleasure…

You snap out of it a bit as you hear a voice in your head, realizing that Mastan has connected with you telepathically.

[i]Sorry. It's...a bit of what I am now. This place...it changes you. Corrupts you. I'll try and keep it minimized down here…[/i]

[u](+5 Corruption.)

(+6 Libido [-4, wisdom resistance])[/u]

You groan a bit at that knowledge, regretting - if only slightly - that you let Mastan in so easily...well, most of you regrets it. One rapidly stiffening part definitely doesn't.

But there's no time for that. You have to find a way down. There's no entrances to the side of the labyrinth that you can see, so you might have to go through the front gates anyway. You can see two ramps down to the entrances, but they are steep. You'd have to take it carefully if you didn't want to fall, and it's a long way -

“What do we have here? Hmmm? It'sssss a little human…"

You whip your head up. Above the balcony, half coiled around a flag pole, is a naga, pale green in scales and hissing softly at you, his eyes a bright green and glowing as he smiles.

/------------------------

//: Deciding that it's time to move, I transform myself into a bird to get down to the ground - and away from the naga - as quickly as possible. (End)

[i](Roll Transformation Spells, DC 14)

(10+4+2=16)[/i]

Your magic ripples over you and your body and your clothes in the blink of an eye. In short order, you have transformed into a smaller bird - you were too hurried to name one, and the magic chose a sparrow - and flitter away from the balcony. You just dodge the naga's hurried grapple for you, and you flitter towards the ground as fast as you can.

You might try and fly over the labyrinth, but as soon as you get close to it, you feel a magical barrier over your back. It seems past mages have thought of this, and there is something to keep you from simply cheating like that.

You reach the ground level quickly, and Mastan seems to have been transformed with you. Your sparrow legs are covered in the black ooze that he is, though they are no heavier...perhaps a little more sensitive.

Looking over your shoulder - and flying in front of the Green entrance - you can see that the naga is rapidly slithering down one of the ramps. He seems intent on coming after you, and when you see him, you see his eyes flicker. You feel a shiver running down your spine as you wonder if the legends of naga hypnotism are true.

The other door is a good hundred yards to your right, but you might make it before the naga got you...then again, you might not. The naga is green, however, and you have a strange feeling that the creatures might be color-coded to their parts of the labyrinth. Running into the green might have him chasing right after you.

/--------------------

//: I enter the green door and set a fire at the entrance - even if he does follow me, the flames should keep him at bay until they recede. (End)

Your fire magic is very powerful, but you are casting it from sparrow form, always a difficulty in comparison to casting it in human form. You may have a few issues with that.

[i](Roll fire spells, DC 16)

(13+3=16)[/i]

You barely feel the magic come to your feather-tips, but you manage it. With a roar and a burning heat behind you - even beyond that of the world in general - you call forth the fire that protects you. The naga hisses behind it, and you can hear him working on a spell of his own.

But that fades away quickly. You're not about to stick near the entrance at this point. Your little bird heart trembles in your chest as you fly down the narrow curving corridor of the labyrinth, your wings carrying you as fast as they possibly can. You push yourself harder, faster, further, desperate to get as much room between you and the naga as you can before the fire comes down.

That doesn't stop you from taking in your surroundings. You look about, seeing that the walls are made of stone, and adorned with a different sort of runes. Darker, redder ones, ones that seem to press someone inwards, to keep them trapped in the labyrinth forever. You can't recognize the style of any of them, and can only conclude that the magic comes from the creatures here.

Soon, you find a little alcove, just hidden enough for you to slip into. You fly up to a hidden outcrop at the top and land, trying to catch your breath. Mastan spreads out under your talons, giving you a place to rest your feathered body.

[i]That was...that was close...If he'd got us…[/i]

Mastan doesn't continue, but you get the mental image of being coiled in the naga's tail, made to look into his eyes as you were 'healed' of any negative thoughts on the matter.

/--------------------

//: I decide to transform again after I catch my breath, but not to human - this time I intend to become a creature similar to those I spied up on the balcony, in an attempt to blend in. Preferably green in color, to match my surroundings. (End)

Well, that will be a little difficult, you already know. The mythologicals come with their own difficulties, not to mention the specifics you need to capture in order not to be figured out as a fraud right away. Still, you try, closing your eyes and summoning the magics.

[i](Roll Transformation spells, DC 19)

(1+4=5)[/i]

Almost immediately you feel the magic slipping out of control, and you collapse onto the pathway as it starts whipping around, shifting about you.

You reappear as human briefly before your body starts changing further. Your face starts to grow forward, distending from your skull as your nose and mouth form something of a snout. You groan under your breath, feeling like someone had hooked you behind your nose and was pulling your face further and further out.

As you can see it spreading out before you, you can also see the skin turning - of all things - white. It seems to scale over, though in a smooth, small way, rather than the pebbly scales you saw on the naga. Your teeth feel sharper, though, and your tongue feels...vaguely serpentine.

You can't get up to your feet again until the change is already halfway down your chest, turning you more and more reptilian, but you can already tell it's not like the naga. And not like the people in this section, either.

/------------------------------

//: Crap, crap, crap! I try to regain at least partial control of the magic, attempting to, if nothing else, give myself green scales. (End)

[i](Roll Transformation Spells, DC 11 to stop as is, 14 to turn green, 19 to get a precise TF)

(2+4=6)[/i]

Well, your luck certainly took a turn for the worse. You groan as the spell somehow speeds up, and if anything, seems to encourage the tingling lusts that you felt from when Mastan slipped into your shoes. The magic seems to take on a life of its own here, something that you never felt when you were back in the 'real' world. You shiver as it runs down your spine, raising up little bumps and ridges as it goes, and you can feel a growth beginning at the base of your spine.

You can already feel a tail coming in as the rest of your clothes disappear, seemingly to help you 'blend in' with the native inhabitants that you saw from the balcony. You blush as your humanoid shaft rapidly starts to change, growing a bit slimmer at the tip as it quickly engorges, but more embarrassingly, how your balls start drawing up into a slit.

You can recognize yourself, alright. Even if you've never seen an albino alligator, you can recognize the species you're becoming.

You hear the hissing and the slithering sounds of the naga not far away. You have enough control of your body to run, or you might just be able to at least shift your scale color. Then again, your luck hasn't been great so far…

/-----------------------

//: I run, planning to try again when the naga is no longer at my heels. (End)

[i](DM's roll, Random Encounter, DC 14)

(18=18)[/i]

You run ahead as fast as you can, pushing your little stumpy legs to carry you as quickly across the ground as you can. However, you quickly realize that you don't really know the layout of the maze. All you can do is guess, running down the different intersections in random directions in hopes of throwing off your pursuer.

Well, you manage to do that…

But you also run headlong into a nesting coil of other nagas.

[i](Roll Dexterity, DC 12)

(13+2=15)[/i]

You [i]just[/i] manage to stop yourself from colliding into the whole coil of them. They are utterly asleep, for which you thank the heavens, but you can tell that they could be woken all too easily. There has to be at least two dozen of them in the coil, each one as big as the one that you saw earlier.

On the plus side...or not so plus side...you can also see the green center through their coils. Just on the other side of the room, the center of the green part of the labyrinth could be made out.

All you have to do is get around the many, many, many snakes between you and it.

/-------------------------

//: I decide to back away and find another path through the labyrinth, hoping that my pursuer either took a different path himself or is far enough behind that I don't see him. (End)

As you backtrack, you do your best to keep a mental map of the green ending's location in your head. After all, if you lose track of where it was, there's a very unlikely chance of you ever finding it again.

[i](Roll Intelligence, DC 12)

(10+4=14)[/i]

You manage to keep it in your head, though it is a little tricky to keep track of what direction is what in terms of an otherworldly labyrinth. You shake your head, and keep pushing forward. You realize that you are rather lucky that you picked the green section rather than the red; it must have been just the one naga on guard duty, rather than the whole cluster of them. Imagining running from that many has you shivering in fear...and arousal, much to your chagrin.

It's rather hard to ignore your bouncing cock as you walk around, particularly as it throbs against your belly constantly. The strange sensitivity from your feet doesn't help matters, either, as Mastan seems to have turned them into something directly connected to your groin. You blush with each step as it feels like someone is directly stimulating you...there.

Still, you eventually find another archway to the green center.

It's a bigger chamber than any you've seen so far, and home to a gryphon, it seems, who reclines in a great vine-constructed throne. He smiles at you from where he sits, and gestures you forward.

/--------------------------

//: I approach the gryphon wearily but with a smile of my own. “Hello, sir," I say gratitude and respect. (End)

He smiles back at you, and raises his hand. The ground seems to swell underneath you, before a series of leafy vines rise up and cup you from behind. It's rather awkward sitting in this new, alligator form, but it's comfortable enough in the chair that the gryphon has constructed for you.

“It's good to have another mage come to visit. I sense that you are looking for a number of different magics; I don't imagine that you were visiting my realm first out of choice, were you?"

He smiles to himself.

“Few people do. Healing is not quite so exciting as the others in the labyrinth. But...we get by. By the way, don't worry about being harmed by other inhabitants here; it is agreed by the Treaty that any mage that reaches a center is safe until they leave.

“But let's get to the matter at hand. Are you merely passing through on the way to another section, or do you want to master the power of Green magic, of Healing?"

/-----------------------

//: “I would very much like to master Green magic, sir," I say with a slight nod of my head. “Though you are correct that your realm was not my first choice, the benefits of healing magic are at least on par with those offered by purification in this world." (End)

“Heh. Purification and Healing offer two different things. Healing soothes, comforts, eases. The Green magic takes away pain, takes away negativity. It brings people back to the good part of their life, allows them to be happy.

“Purification is...different. It doesn't heal or sooth. Purification removes evil, corruption. It burns away what is considered 'bad'. Not injuries, no. That's the Green magic. It simply removes…'bad'."

The gryphon shrugs, unable to explain it any better than that. But still, he smiles at you, or perhaps, more specifically, smiles down at your erection.

You can't explain it. The wild magic still seems to leave it throbbing, that piece of your transformation something that you hadn't quite gotten hold of. Your cock has gone through at least five different shapes since your initial transformation, and it only seems to be getting worse, leaving you hornier and hornier as it goes on.

The gryphon chuckles.

“I think you could do with a little healing of your own…"

He stands up, and you realize that, with his legs crossed, you had missed seeing his rather fat sheath and balls hanging between his legs. They bounce lightly as he walks over to you, and he lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I should tell you. There are two ways to earn your mastery. An easy way, and a hard way. If you want the easy way...well, we'll just perform a little 'healing' on each other's needs. If you want the hard way...well, that's more of a meditation, and that means stillness."

And you remember how hard the world pushed at you when you were still for very long before. In fact, you can already feel it encroaching on you now, adding to the pressure.

/---------------------

//: While normally I would prefer to do things the hard way, the Gryphon's offer of 'healing' is almost too tempting to pass up, and with the encroaching of the world's strange pressure, there really is only one choice. “I would prefer the easy way, please," I respond. (End)

“Excellent. I haven't had any company in far too long."

He helps you - awkwardly - out of your chair and immediately lays a feathered paw on your cock. Whatever had changed it has also left you very sensitive, and you moan immediately at the feeling of a hand on it.

As the feathers stroke around your shaft, teasing it and rubbing it from all angles, you feel him drag your scaly hand over to his crotch. He guides your hand around the edges of his sheath, and encourages you to draw your hand up and down, gently pulling the furry tube down until his cock starts to slide free, starts to ooze on your hand.

“That's it...Healing requires a...delicate touch. A good - mmm - knowledge of the world around you, of what makes it tick. Yes, yes, that's it."

You're not sure if the gryphon is just keeping up mystical appearances here or if he's actually telling you good stuff. Either way, you do your best to listen as his hand slides along your cock, your hips trying to hump forward, but not something so easily done in this new body.

“You have to feel...for what feels right. Good. And then you - mmph - give the body that...push away the bad...give it the good...like this."

You feel a sudden tingle through your cock, and realize the gryphon is using magic just before the effects hit you. Your eyes roll back in your head at a sudden swell of pleasure that could very nearly push you over the edge to orgasm.

[i](Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(2+0=2)[/i]

In fact, it pushes you right over. You groan as you suddenly cum from the powerful bolt of magic, and you would have collapsed to your knees were it not for the hands around your body. The gryphon holds you upright as you spurt a massive load, and you swear that you've never cum that hard - or that much - as a human.

But then again, you're not human right now, are you?

The orgasm goes on and on, and you feel like something else is shifting in you, and desperately try to resist it.

[i](Roll Wisdom, DC 13)

(13+4=17)[/i]

You gasp as you hold back from being corrupted further by the brief weakness an orgasm leaves you in, your willpower just barely sufficient to hold the corruption at bay. It wasn't an attempt by the gryphon, you realize, but an attempt by the world, to slip in during your moment of weakness.

In the time you were distracted, you realize that the gryphon has cum as well, staining your hand and leaving your fingers all cummy. His cock is slowly retreating back into his sheath as he sits you down again, and then goes back to his throne, rummaging around. His tail is up in the air, and you can see his ass flicking back and forth in a slow sway as he looks about.

“Now where did I leave that gem…"

/--------------------

//: I sit and wait for the Gryphon to find the gem, unsure if he would appreciate suddenly having myself attempt to fuck him. (End)

You'll never know. The gryphon stands up about a minute later, and that view is gone. He smiles, holding in his hand a little jewel about 2 inches across, and less than half an inch wide. He holds it out to you, and you take it.

“Congratulations, young one. You have become a master of the Healing magics. Well, a potential master; you will need to learn a number of spells before you can become a master."

You can feel the immense energies of the Green magic in the gem, the emerald glinting softly in the light. You can already feel some of the healing ideas coming into you, giving you a few spells that you can use, and even the skill with which to do it. All you need to do is slot the gem into your staff, and you are good to go.

The gryphon looks down at your feet, and chuckles.

“I remember him. He tried to do it the hard way, but didn't have enough will to keep himself together. I wish I could heal him, but the only person that could change him now is the master of Purification.

“Speaking of which, it sounded as though you wished to go there; the easiest way would be through Transformation, but...well, I imagine you might want to go there anyway, despite the difficulty."

/-----------------------------

//: “Yes, that probably would help me greatly," I say sheepishly, looking at myself with a little regret. “Can you tell me which way I should go to reach Transformation, please?" (End)

“I can tell you where to start."

He points to the northern-most archway leading out of his little grove. It seems clear at the moment, but you can already see at least one intersection down the path; who knows how many more are up there.

The gryphon pats you on the back, though, and gives you a smile.

“I don't see too many people, like I said, but I think you have a chance of getting through. Don't feel like you need to chase away all of the creatures in the maze; they are all intelligent, even if you don't immediately think they are. Some of them might be willing to make you a deal, if you can give them something good. Particularly in transformation; there's a great deal of deal-making going on there, and with the labyrinth changing all the time, you'll probably need a guide."

He pats you on the back, and gives you one last smile before sitting on his throne again, wishing you luck with a wave of his hand.

Mastan blushes a bit.

[i]I didn't know, um, that you liked doing that...with other guys. Would you, uh...like to try that with me? If I get my body back later?[/i]

/----------------------------

//: [i]Perhaps,[/i] I think back to Mastan, though I know it won't matter if I can't get us both to Purification quickly enough. “Thank you for everything," I tell the gryphon, bowing a little in respect before heading through the northernmost archway. (End)

You step through the archway, and immediately you feel a greater weight on you than you have for the last few minutes. Apparently, the grove of the Green master had also shielded you from the worst of the world's weight on your shoulders. Now, you're feeling it all over again, and you take a moment to recover as you lean against the wall.

Mastan does his best to help you, and you can feel a bit of the world's weight, corruption, you suppose, slipping down your body. The black boots you are wearing in this gator form seem to get a little darker, and you realize that he's soaking it up a bit to make it easier for you.

You feel a bit worried about that, but there's only so much you can do right now.

With your eyes set ahead of you, you make your way through the corridors of the labyrinth, following the green stone where it takes you.

Several times, you nearly fall into the clutches of the monsters in the section, and once, you even get trapped momentarily by a naga. You find out quickly that the creatures most definitely have hypnotic abilities, but with a little quick thinking from Mastan in covering your eyes, and a burst of fire from your fingers, you managed to get free before anything serious was done...though you feel like you don't dare transform back into a human, as you have a lingering feeling that 'clothes are bad' now.

After what feels like an hour, you reach the boundary between Healing and Transformation. The stone goes from green to gray, and as you look ahead, you can see that the corridors are less solid, more...ephemeral. Here and there, they solidify randomly, then go insubstantial again. Potential shortcuts, in a way...but if you were to get caught when it shifted back…

The shudders had nothing to do with pleasure, this time.

You steel yourself...and step forward.

[b][u][center]Continued in Magic Trials Part 2: The Maze of Transformation[/center][/u][/b]