
Once, in the distance past, there was a great kingdom, blessed with magnificent magics. It fell to ruin, as all things do with time, but some fragments remained. One such remnant of this lost age was a great, abandoned castle, said to be full of fantastic treasure, but guarded by strange traps and roaming spirits. This place was known as the Citadel of Stillness.
1467 - Sir Ibbik of Gomb, at the behest of his lord, traveled to the Citadel of Stillness. He searched there to recover some unknown artifact of great power that could give his liege an edge in a war with a neighboring kingdom. He was renowned as a brave and hardy warrior, but those traits did him little good against the perils of the fortress.
Searching one of it's many corridors for the object of his quest, Sir Ibbik had the misfortune of awakening one of the guarding spirits of the citadel. Before he knew what had beset him, it was already too late. Green light embraced his form, and he quickly began to shift and change, tingling, prodded and tugged by ethereal tendrils.
His face was drawn forward, as his hips and torso swelled outward. He struggled to stay on his feet as his limbs changed their shape, fingers and toes fusing and hardening into hooves... He gave a panicked cry as he saw them harden further, taking on the appearance of grey marble, only to hear his own distorted voice whinny instead.
He soon fell to all fours, his armor and clothes shifting right along with him to better fit his changing form. Two legs lifted against his will, posed by some source. The helpless knight felt a tail sprout forth from the base of his spine, only to harden along with his powerful hindquarters. He could only look on helplessly as the stone crept up his elongated muzzle, and sealed forever upon his marble face the blank expression of a simple animal, the only resemblance to his former self his well-kept barding, and saddle the color of his coat of arms. As with all things, these would wear and dull with time, especially with no-one in the castle to care for him, or any of the many statues adorning the fortress' great processional hall.
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1467 - Sir Ibbik of Gomb, at the behest of his lord, traveled to the Citadel of Stillness. He searched there to recover some unknown artifact of great power that could give his liege an edge in a war with a neighboring kingdom. He was renowned as a brave and hardy warrior, but those traits did him little good against the perils of the fortress.
Searching one of it's many corridors for the object of his quest, Sir Ibbik had the misfortune of awakening one of the guarding spirits of the citadel. Before he knew what had beset him, it was already too late. Green light embraced his form, and he quickly began to shift and change, tingling, prodded and tugged by ethereal tendrils.
His face was drawn forward, as his hips and torso swelled outward. He struggled to stay on his feet as his limbs changed their shape, fingers and toes fusing and hardening into hooves... He gave a panicked cry as he saw them harden further, taking on the appearance of grey marble, only to hear his own distorted voice whinny instead.
He soon fell to all fours, his armor and clothes shifting right along with him to better fit his changing form. Two legs lifted against his will, posed by some source. The helpless knight felt a tail sprout forth from the base of his spine, only to harden along with his powerful hindquarters. He could only look on helplessly as the stone crept up his elongated muzzle, and sealed forever upon his marble face the blank expression of a simple animal, the only resemblance to his former self his well-kept barding, and saddle the color of his coat of arms. As with all things, these would wear and dull with time, especially with no-one in the castle to care for him, or any of the many statues adorning the fortress' great processional hall.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
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