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Cale's job as a shop assistant for a black market magic item salesmen is not all fun and games. In fact, very little of it is fun and games. Much of it is dangerous. Luckily, Cale has plenty of tricks to keep him (barely) alive.

Cale had been sent to a mountainous region of the middle east to acquire some orc relics for his master. The old djinn had told the gargoyle that the orcs were out on a raid at the time when he arrived. Unfortunately for Cale, he was wrong. Cale was forced to transform into Obsidian and fight them off, escaping beaten, bruised and grumpy. He entered the first tent he found, collected the relics in a sack and prepared to take off. However, his curiosity was piqued by a fancy looking axe.

As soon as the gargoyle picked it up, he knew he had made a mistake. Electricity shot through his body and he staggered, watching as his sculpted physique shifted, his stomach bulging out in a familiar gut. His tail thickened, as did his neck, nearly merging with his bulging torso. He felt a slight pain in his mouth as his lower canines grew longer and thicker, becoming tusks.

Cale looked down at himself in shock and disgust, squeezing his swollen belly. As he did so, his eyes turned red and he gave a deep chuckle, striding out of the cave. The newly half orc gargoyle started kicking fallen orcs. "Get up, louts!" He rumbled. "We gonna raid villages!" It seemed that the orc half of Cale had fully taken over. Undobutedly he'd regain control, but for now the villagers would have to deal with a new chieftain for the orcs.